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As I pulled my hand back from my locker, it slammed shut revealing Stiles–eyes wide and panting as he held up his phone, "Did you see this?"
I rolled my eyes, laughing slightly, "You mean the news alert you programmed in my phone about an ax murders? Yes. And, yes, I already called Dad about it."
His left eye twitched, "And..."
"And he told me specifically to tell you to stay out of it." I replied, turning to face him fully. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he opened his mouth to object, "He also told me to tell you that if you skip class you'll be grounded for a week."
He rolled his eyes, slumping against the locker as Kira and Scott walked out of their last class to meet us.
"What happened to you?" Kira asked, eyeing Stiles' pouting figure in confusion.
I smirked lightly, bumping my shoulder against his, replying, "Family murdering ax murderer," at the same time as Stiles muttered, "I don't want to talk about it."
Scott's eyes were light with amusement as he watched Stiles, "I've already heard about it. My mom called. She knew we would see it on the news."
This got Stiles' attention as he pushed himself off the lockers to sling an arm over Scott's shoulder, "Perfect. Let's go."
"But we've got Econ in 5 minutes," Scott replies, motioning to the textbook in his hands. "Coach told us if we ever skipped his class again that-"
"That he would personally see to it that they reinstate violence by teachers in the classroom. But did you forget about the part about the family murdering ax murderer?" Stiles interrupts, running a hand through his already messy hair.
Kira shrugs, clutching her books to her chest, "Maybe we should just leave it to the adults."
"So, the three of you just want to stay here and go to class?" Stiles' brown eyes darted between all of us waiting for us to object. "I've never heard anything so irresponsible in my life. I'm gonna go ask Lydia."
I roll my eyes, grabbing his flannel clad arm, "No, you're not. We have Econ in 4 minutes. Let's go."
"Noelle!"
*** I wince as I watch Stiles practically crawl the last lap of lacrosse tryouts before falling to the ground.
Malia sniffs the air by my neck before settling on Kira, "What's wrong with you? You reek of anxiety."
Kira hesitates for a moment before letting out a breath, "Scott and I sort of had this thing happen, but it wasn't much of a thing. And now I'm starting to think it wasn't anything at all."
I let out a sigh, closing my Econ textbook, "And what do you want it to be?"
"More," she breathes, leaning her head against her hand.
