CHECKMATE » TEEN WOLF [STILES STILINSKI]

eight

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"Nell"

I open one eye and groan, seeing Stiles in my peripheral vision.

"Yes?"

"Did you loose your house key again?"

"Yea and trust me I'd rather not be here right now". I roll out of his bed, falling flat onto my stomach and grimacing, before standing up.

"Why not?" I shake my head

"Doesn't matter; but there is something i gotta tell you that might help" Stiles sits down next to me.

"What is it?". I decided to come clean about what I've been hearing.

"Yesterday in the woods i heard gunshots and screams before we knew tate had a gun. Then in the coyote den I herd somthing that sounded like school and the next day you and Scott were attacked there-" he stops me

"So you've been predicting things?" I nod

"It gets worse. That night we were playing chess till late and i left through the window, on the way home I heard this familiar scream. but i dont know who's" Stiles stands and walks over to a notice board; plastered in notes and images. I notice that he had different colored strings underneath it.

"What do the different colour strings mean?" i ask

"Oh, they're just different stages of the investigation.So, like,green is solved.Yellow is to be determined.Blue's just pretty." I smile

"What does red mean?" Stiles picks up the string

"Uh, unsolved."

"You only have red on the board" i laugh

"Yes, I'm aware, thank you." Stiles smiles at me as a awkward silence fills the room.

"Look im sorry for not helping you with the whole bear trap thing– but i guess you could say that I've been having trouble lately" he laughs

"Is it still that bad?" He nods

"Worse. But i did get my reading abilities back" Stiles sits down next to me.

"Well at least you cant completely freak out like you did in American history the other day" i laugh

"On the topic of freaking out, take a look at this" Stiles stands up, walks over to his bag and returns with a notebook.

"Look" he shows me a page covered in the words 'wake up'. "I did this when i was asleep. But it gets alot worse– look at how the words are placed" i feel my breathing increase to a faster pace; realizing the pattern.

"Nell look at me. It might not mean anything–" i cut him off.

"Its spells out my name, obviously this is a coincidence Stilinski" i wait for a response but it never came. Looking at Stiles i see his honey brown eyes were red and puffy.

"I cant take any of this anymore Nell" he pauses, wiping the tears away from his eyes and resting his head on my shoulder. "I think im loosing my mind"