[BOOK ONE]
Josie Carlisle moves back to a small town in California called Beacon Hills. Old House. New School. Familiar Faces. And a few unbelievable events. She spends time with old childhood friends of her's, Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall. She...
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"Ok guys, I think this might go terribly wrong." I said, leaning my head on Stiles' shoulder. "Or, it's probably the taco I ate affecting me."
He wrapped his arm around me, as Lydia walked besides us. "You're going to be okay, Jos." Stiles exclaimed quickly. "Why did you eat that huge taco anyway? This is Mexico."
"I was hungry!" I exclaimed. "And I just couldn't stop eating. That was probably the was taco I've ever had...Oh, that's heartburn. Yeah, that's heartburn." I whispered, now grabbing my chest.
"She's right, though." Lydia said, crossing her arms.
Stiles and I looked at her with shock. Some reason on this "trip" to Mexico to find Derek, Lydia didn't really do a lot of talking, which was a little weird. "Right about what?" Stiles inquired, scratching the little hairs on the back of his neck. I bit my lip and we waited for her to respond.
"About the plan turning out terribly wrong." She answered.
Without saying anything, I nodded at her as Stiles glanced at me. I knew I wasn't just being pessimistic. Even a banshee said that the plan was going to turn out badly. Very badly.
"What's wrong the plan?" Stiles asked her after letting out a sigh.
In response, I gave him a look and rolled my eyes at him. I can't believe he asked her that question. Like seriously? Everything is wrong with this plan. Everything.
"Stiles." She replied him, still smirking faintly. "This is could be the stupidest plan we ever came up with. You're aware of that right?"
To me, Lydia was right. This plan could be the stupidest plan we came up with, especially because I didn't really help them plan out everything. Well except one thing, which was coming back home to our beds.
"I'm aware it's not our best." He sighed. "Have you guys ever heard of having a little faith?"
I rolled my eyes again and scoffed at him. A little faith? Did he ever hear of a little death? Because that's what might happen to us if we stay here in this town any longer.
"Nope not really." I muttered. "I'm not a banshee but I am sensing a little death. You?"
Stiles' eyes rolled and he let out a tiny scoff as we continued walking around. "Okay, I am walking with two faith deprived teenage girls." He muttered.
I then nodded at him and started fidgeting with my the hem of teal shirt. I don't even know why they came up with this plan. Our little sour-wolf can take care of himself. But, he might be in trouble. God, when are we going to get a break from all of these supernatural craziness?
"We are going to die." Lydia stammered loudly, a great amount of fear coming inside of her.
"Are you saying that as a Banshee or you're just being pessimistic?" Stiles asked her while pulling me closer to him immensely.
