Later, as I'm sitting on my bed, trying to do homework once again, my phone rings.
"Stiles?" I answer.
"Mer," he says. "What are you doing right now?"
"Homework," I respond bluntly.
"Good, so you can talk," Stiles says.
"But I -" I start to protest. Then, I look down at the pile of papers. There's two math worksheets, - one that due earlier today, in fact - a Chemistry packet, and French vocab to memorize. "Yep I'm free."
I push the homework onto the floor dramatically, not caring that I'll have to pick it up later.
"So have you had any more visions?" Stiles asks me.
"Well, I had this terrible vision earlier," I smirk to myself.
"You did?" Stiles' voice gets louder and he sounds concerned.
"Yeah," I nod, knowing he can't see me.
"What was it?" Stiles asks. He doesn't sound worried anymore and I know he could tell from that one single word that I wasn't being serious.
"It was this vision of Scott on a group date with Allison, Lydia, and Jackson," I laugh.
"Okay, yes, but I had that one, too, so it doesn't count," Stiles chuckles a little. I can practically hear him smirking over the phone.
"I haven't had any psychic visions," I say to really answer his question.
"Will you do me a favor?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah, what?" I roll over on my bed.
"Tell me when you do," he says to me.
"Sure, of course," I answer, catching my reflection in the mirror. I remember how the first vision I saw was when I was looking in the mirror, brushing my teeth in my and Scott's bathroom. Then, I get an idea. "Hang on, Stiles?"
"Yeah?" my best friend responds.
"I'm going to try something," I say, sliding off my bed and going to my mirror. I stare into my own eyes, waiting for something. A vision of anything. All I see is my own chocolate irises staring back at me. Just as I'm turning away, I get another idea.
When I was in the bathroom, I was thinking about how school was going to be. When I saw the car headlights, I was thinking about Scott and Stiles needing me the next day. When I saw the vision of Jackson, I was thinking about what would happen and when I was thinking about how we were going to solve Scott's werewolf problem, I got the vision of Mr. Stilinski. The pattern starts to fall into place in my mind. At the hospital, I was thinking about what Scott was about to find when I saw the bite marks and when I was thinking about where Scott would go after leaving Stiles' Jeep, I saw him on Allison's roof. And finally, when I thought about where Scott was going to go after the lacrosse game, I saw the broken mirror.
Every time I had been thinking about the future, right before I saw the future. It made complete sense. Kind of.
I looked back at my reflection, thinking about what Scott would be doing at work right now. I wait patiently and expectantly. After a while and still no visions, I can hear Stiles calling my name in the tiny, digital voice from my cell phone.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
