Deception || s. stilinski [2]

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"Class starts in five minutes!"

Bea cringes at the loud sound of Coach yelling through a bullhorn right next to her ear, glaring at the older man. "You know, the bullhorn is supposed to make your voice louder for you. You don't need to yell into it!" she snaps at the man, her hand entwined with Stiles as they make their way to his locker.

Instead of responding to the redhead, he shouts into the device, "Just because there's no power, don't expect there to be no school!"

From next to her, Stiles snorts. "That was a triple negative. Very impressive, Coach," Stiles remarks, smirking at the man.

The lacrosse coach winks at the Stilinski boy. "Copy that." He takes the bullhorn away from his mouth at long last, retreating into his classroom, and leaving the dark hallway in peace.

Stiles lets go of Bea's hand to unlock his locker, placing his bag in the compartment. He takes his keys from his pocket, moving to place them in his locker as well, but accidentally drops them. He quickly leans down to pick them up, muttering an oops as he picks them up by a singular key; a key he's not familiar with.

"Hello, where did you come from?" he mutters, his eyes studying the foreign key on his keyring.

"What?" Bea questions, turning her head toward him at the sound of his voice, pulling her from her people watching of the other students in the hall.

He holds the key out to her, eyebrows furrowed. "Have you seen this key before?"

She takes the keyring from his hand, examining the key he held out to her. Her brows pull into a crease, and she tilts her head slightly with curiosity. "No. I haven't, sorry," Bea states, handing him back the key.

Stiles sighs, shrugging his shoulders as he tosses his keys in his locker before he grabs his needed books for class. Though, Bea can feel the lingering curiosity and confusion settled in Stiles' bones at the thought of the mysterious key.

Bea notices Scott walking toward them as Stiles gathers the books for his first few classes, his brown eyes focused on Kira. Stiles seems to notice, too, for he shuts his locker door and rushes to grab Scott by the shoulders and steer him away from Kira.

"No. No. Stop, stop," Stiles demands, referring to the black-haired girl down the hall.

"What? I need to talk to her," Scott persists, looking at Kira over his shoulder. The girl stares back at them, leaning against her locker awkwardly, fully aware they are talking about her.

"No, you need to remember someone left a coded message telling Barrow to kill her."

"Which is why I need to talk to her!"

"Scott, no way. Until we figure out if she's just another psychotic monster that's going to start murdering everybody, I vote against any and all interaction."