Treachery || Stilinski

Twenty: roommates and Motel California

Emma's P.O.V:

The temperature drops like it does in horror movies as my friends and I stare at the hideous motel Coach is making us stay the night in.

"I've seen worse," Scott says, always trying to see the bright side of things.

Except that there's no bright side in this shithole.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles sarcastically asks.

Of course, our teacher's explanation as to why we're staying in a place like this isn't enough to completely convince me, but it's either that or sleeping in the bus, so I have no other choice but to agree.

"It's only for one night," I keep repeating to myself, although over the past year I've lived very long and very scary nights.

"Are we sharing a room?" Stiles asks me, putting his arm around my shoulders as we walk. I'm glad to feel his warm body beside me; this place makes me shiver.

"What about Scott?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows at him.

Stiles dramatically sighs. "Can't we get one night? Just one night? Please?!"

"Apparently no, babe. I thought you'd take it for granted at this point?"

"Shut up," he says, messing with my hair as I laugh at his exaggerated reactions. "At least hang with us for a while?"

"Alright, let me just find a roommate first."

I wait for Lydia and Alison and the three of us go find our room.

"I can always find someone else," I say, making sure they're okay with me sharing a bed with them. We were supposed to be in pairs. But you know me; good old Emma was born to be the awkward third wheel.

"You're not getting anyone else," Lydia says, sitting in one of the beds. "As if this place couldn't get any worse."

"She's right, Emma," Allison points out. "You won't be sharing a room with a stranger."

"Thank you," I smile, lying down in the second bed. "So who gets a shower first? It's no fun to be in a bus all day."

"I will," Allison volunteers, walking into the bathroom.

"I don't like this place at all," Lydia whispers, staring at the wall. "I don't like this place at all."

A shiver goes down my spine for the hundredth time. We have already agreed on Lydia being this superhuman that is immune to mortal things like a werewolf's bite, but that didn't stop her from being completely under Peter's control last year and let me remind you that we are talking about a guy who was pretty dead back then.

Trust me, I literally saw him die and the last thing I was expecting was to see him walk the earth again, full human, full wolf abilities recovered. As if he was never gone.

And yes, Lydia did all of that. And let's not even get to the part where she got out of the house in the middle of the night and accidentally drove straight to a dead body.

She found him, the virgin guy in the pool. She doesn't know why, she just did.

Lydia Martin is no joke. And if she doesn't like this place, we shouldn't stay here longer than necessary.

"It'll be over soon," I quietly speak.

"These towels smell of nicotine, every single one of them," Allison sighs, walking out with a bunch of old towels.

"I'll get you new ones, get in the shower," Lydia says, jumping out of the bed, eager to leave the room. "I'll be right back."

Once I'm left alone, I plug in my phone so it can charge overnight and leave straight to Scott and Stiles' room.

"Hey," Scott smiles, letting me in. "Everything okay over there?"

"Everything but the towels. Lydia's already on it, though. What you guys doing?"

I sit next to Scott as Stiles paces back and forth.

"We're going through Stiles' suspects list," Scott says, rolling his eyes.

"That must be one serious list," I remark. "Let's see; obviously Derek's out. Twice."

"How did you even know he had Derek twice on the list?" Scott laughs.

"Because one time Derek commanded us to chop his arm off and that is the kind of thing that stays with you, you know?" I explain, shaking my head at the memory.

"Do you understand now why I love her so much?" Stiles asks Scott, pointing at me with both hands.

"Go on," I interrupt.

"Harries, Derek's sister, Deaton and Lydia."

"What?" I ask, standing up. "You seriously put Lydia on the list? She wouldn't hurt anyone!"

"On purpose..." Scott mumbles. "I mean, remember last year?"

"Your list is stupid," I tell them. "Harries is most likely dead. Derek's sister...I see the point, but she was with Boyd the whole time, remember? And all Deaton has ever done is help us! Why would he be killing people?"

"Can you at least consider it? I'm not saying Lydia or Deaton are doing this because they want to, but maybe someone's controlling them or something," Stiles explains.

"We shouldn't do this right now," Scott interrupts me. "Aren't you guys hungry?"

"There's an vending machine downstairs, I'll be right back," Stiles says.

He kisses my forehead before heading out. I sit down again.

"It can't be Lydia," I tell Scott. "Of that I'm sure."

"We'll find them," he assures me. "Whoever is doing this."

"Don't you ever get tired of saving everyone?" I smile at my best friend.

He shakes his head and looks away.

"I'm just trying to do the right thing."

"Alright, superhero; I'll go check on Stiles. Last time he used those machines, he completely broke it."

"So that's what happened to the machine at the hospital," Scott accuses me.

"You can't prove anything," I say before leaving the room.

I was kidding about Stiles breaking yet another vending machine, reasonof why I'm really surprised to find him staring at one that's been completelyshattered.    

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