The Stilinski twin | Aiden

Missed calls | chapter twenty seven

When Haley awoke, he was gone.

No trace of the alpha within the small room she resided in. It was almost as if she had dreamt it all- or hallucinated the ordeal.

But that was stupid.

"I don't believe it. Scott really can't be with them. He just can't." Lydia babbled as the trio met outside of the school.

Stiles looked at her skeptically,
it wasn't time for denial.
Haley's gaze was transfixed on her phone as she trudged next to her best friend. Nodding absentmindedly to whatever she was saying.

Lydia was always right.

"You didn't see the look on his face, though. It was..." stiles muttered, gritting his teeth at the thought of his best friends betrayal.
Atleast, that's what it felt like.

"then what can I do? I mean, I get that I'm some kind of, like, human geiger counter for death, but... I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is that she tried to kill me because of..." Lydia butted in, her mind racing as her manicured fingers clutched to her textbooks.

Haley knew it was hard for Lydia to not know what she was. And even harder when she was labelled a 'banshee'.

Her voice trailed off as they pushed past the doors and stumbled into a void of mindless chatter. Haley snapped her gaze from her phone to the strawberry blonde, rubbing her arm as if it would bring a form of comfort.

"Because of what Lydia?" Haley murmured as she attempted to smile slightly. She wasnt great at being the empathetic friend.

"When she called me a banshee, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?" Lydia queried, glancing up at the brunettes trailing beside her.

Haley furrowed her eyebrows as she shot a look to her brother; the look that consisted of :

'don't say anything stupid'.

"But why else would she?" Haley soothed, shoving her phone back into the confinements of her jean pocket.
That problem had to be pushed to the back of her mind.

"That's what we have to find out."

*****

Haley sat with the remaining members of the pack. The ones who hadn't run off to the opposite side. Even if one of them was confiding in the enemy.

Haley glared at her phone as she perched next to the chirping Lydia Martin. The laceration marks around her neck hadn't dampened Lydia's mood one bit.

Haley, on the other hand...

"Aidens not texting me back." The brunette muttered to the strawberry blonde, trying to only address her.

"He just left without anything this morning, no note. Very un-Aiden like." Haley continued, glancing up to her friend in guidance. Lydia chuckled as she rubbed the stilinskis back in comfort.

"I don't think you need to worry about that anymore." Lydia noted, nodding her head to the boy slouching by the doorway opposing them- somewhat hidden. Haley glared at the boy before pushing off of the table to follow him.

"What  was Haley talking about. Was it him? I swear to god I'm going to have her neutered." Stiles bickered to Lydia as Haley sauntered down the hallway, leaving her brother behind.

Haley walked past the alpha, making him scurry behind her to catch up. After a few trailing footsteps formed behind her she gave in and turned around, her smile soon wiping off of her face.