Mini McCall🐾 Aiden love story🐾

The Glen Capri

Alison's pov
"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Coach yelled.

"I don't like this place." Lydia hesitates looking at the motel. The Glen Capri.

"I don't think the people who own this place like this place. It's just for a night." I comforted.

"A lot can happen in one night." Lydia sighed.

Maisy's pov
"You can stay here if you want" Aiden assured as I laid in his bed with him.

"I'd have to get my stuff"

"We can get it whenever you want. Do you want to call your mum?"

"I just want to stay here, with you" I  cuddled further into Aidens side.

Scotts pov
"All right, so I have four."

"Four? You have four suspects?" I asked stiles.

"Yeah, it was originally ten. Well, nine technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice."

"So who's number one? Harris?"

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead." Stiles told.

"So if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices."

"Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head."

"Well, what if it's somebody else from school? Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people."

"Excuse me? I'm sorry, what? I... yes, we did. I called that from day one, actually." Stiles stuttered.

"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt."

"I was serious. I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious. No one listened to me."

"Who were the other three?" I asked.

"Derek's sister, Cora. No one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister. Next, your boss."

"My boss?"

"Yeah, your boss. I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know. It freaks me out."

"Who was the last one?"

"Lydia. She was totally controlled by Peter, and she had no idea, so..." Stiles trailed off sadly.

Lydias pov
"Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine." I said to the Receptionist

"Sorry about that, sweetheart." the Receptionist apologised taking my old towels and getting me new ones.

"What's that? That number?" I asked pointing to the number on the wall.