"At least Stiles knows how to keep watch and warn someone properly," Scott says the next night as they finally fill me in on what happened by the bus.
"Oh yeah? And how did he do it?" I ask, readjusting the pillow on Scott's bed. Scott shrugs sheepishly.
"I honked the horn," Stiles says. "A lot."
"And was that very discreet?" I counter.
"I wasn't going for discreet," Stiles retorts. "It was more of a 'Dude, let's get the hell out of here' kind of thing, you know?"
"Mm," I hum, nodding and rolling my eyes.
"So, what about you?" Scott asks. "Did you have any more visions last night?"
"Not since the two at the hospital," I tell them. "That was weird. I've never heard anything before, it's always just been visions."
"But you heard someone say that Derek's house is county property?" Stiles confirms.
"I heard a voice coming out of a police radio that said, and I quote, 'Unit sixteen, it's county property' while the responding officer was looking at Derek's house," I say. It's the same thing I've told them at least ten times each. I turn to Scott. "Don't you have a group 'hang out' to go to?"
He groans and covers his face.
"Don't remind me," he says.
"I'm a great bowler," Stiles snorts.
"You should have fun hanging out," I chime in and Stiles and I both laugh.
"Shut up," Scott says, standing up.
"You'll do fine," Stiles tells him. "In fact, you'll do great."
He claps Scott on the shoulder as he leaves us alone in his bedroom. Stiles turns to me.
"He's not going to do great," he shakes his head. "He's going to do terribly."
"He and the gutter will be pretty acquainted by the end of the night," I suggest helpfully. Scott's bedroom door opens again.
"You guys know I can hear you, right?" Scott asks.
"Right, wolf hearing," Stiles motions to his ears with his index finger.
"No, I hadn't even left yet," Scott snorts. I smirk at him.
"Oh," Stiles says. "Well, in that case, you are going to do great and -"
"Shut up," my brother says again. After he leaves - for good - Stiles and I relocate to my room.
"You want me to use my psychic powers to spy on Scott?" I ask after Stiles suggests I use my abilities to look into Scott's group date.
"No," he lies. I give him a look. "Okay, don't pretend like you don't want to!"
"I'm not your television, Stiles!" I protest.
"No, you're much prettier," he says sarcastically. "Now, tune into Scott's group-hang."
"You are so lucky I want to," I smirk, sitting on my bed.
For a minute, I wonder if I'll be able to do it. In the daylight, it's different. Things are a little more optimistic. Last night, I just let the worst-case scenario pop into my head because it was dark. Now that it was light out and I was thinking more clearly, I decided I stood a chance. I could learn to control it. It just took time.
I cross my legs and close my eyes, trying to concentrate.
"Is that really how you do it?" Stiles asks me.
"Shut up if you want me to try," I mumble.
I think about Scott, I think about Allison, about Lydia, and even about Jackson. I think about how the group date will go.
Many images flash across my eyelids, none of them sticking around long enough for me to see much. I'm not even sure if they're actual visions or if I'm trying too hard and imagining things. There's some of Allison, some of Jackson and Lydia. I see the bowling lane and a green bowling ball. Okay, now I'm starting to narrow in on specifics. Things are looking up. Then, like little bombs going off behind my eyelids, I see tons of snippets of all pins falling down. I open my eyes, suddenly overwhelmed by all the sights.
"How bad is it?" Stiles asks.
"Someone gets a lot of strikes," I shrug, thinking of how many times I watched the pins go down. "That's about it."
"Well, we know it's not Scott getting them," Stiles retorts.
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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...
