Strangest of Places || Teen Wolf

S2x09.5 - Party Guessed || Part Two

RAEGAN MCCALL

When we got out of the car, Stiles quickly grabbed the humongous gift out of his trunk and ran up to Lydia's door.

"Where the hell is everybody?" I asked, looking up and down the deserted road.

"Maybe they're late?" Sammy suggested.

Stiles had knocked and was still waiting when we joined him in front of the door. And I realized something, looking at his present.

I gave him my sweetest smile. "Hey, Stiles, my good buddy-"

Stiles gave me a look. "No, I'm not saying that my gift is from both of us."

Damn.

"C'mon, please?!" I begged. "I completely forgot to get her something."

"Well, that's not my fault, you idio-" Lydia swung open her door and Stiles' face glowed. "Hey! Happy Birthday! Yeah! Coming in." He tried getting through the door but soon discovered his present was too big to fit through the doorway. "Oh, whoa. Can't. Okay."

The rest of us tried to hold in our laughter at his attempts to get the present through the door. Lydia just watched him without saying anything, an exasperated look on her face.

"You know, you don't - can you just grab that side, maybe?" he asked her.

She kept staring at him.

Laughing, I shoved him from behind. Fortunately, his present went through the doorway. Unfortunately (for him, at least), he landed face-first on top of the present.

"Don't forget to try the punch," Lydia smiled, walking away.

After Stiles had placed his present on the ground next to the gift table (the present was too big to put on the actual table), the four of us walked down the hall.

"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asked.

"No. Seen Allison?" Scott asked.

"No, but we should probably tell her what we found."

"I'm still kind of not sure what exactly we found," I said.

"I figured out it has something to do with water," Stiles said. "You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool."

"So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?" Scott asked.

"Hated the swim team," Stiles corrected as we went through the back doors, outside to the - ironically - pool-area. "Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven't we thought of?"

When we spotted Allison, she approached us. "Uh, Jackson's not here," Allison said.

"Yeah, no one's here," I said, looking around.

"I guess we're just early," Scott said.

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob," Stiles said.

"Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks," Allison said.

"She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years," Scott shrugged.

"I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet," Stiles defended.

I patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah, you keep thinking that."

Cue squinty glare.

"We don't owe her a party," Scott said.

"Lydia may come off as cold as first, but she is one of the best friends a person could ever ask for!" Sammy glared at Scott. "She deserves a chance to get back to normal."