Never Be the Same ◤Stiles Stilinski◥

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Today was a dull day. I ignored and avoided anyone at school, not knowing yet how to deal with whatever was happening to me and the way my so-called friends are acting.

So when the bell rang indicating the end of the school hour, I was quick to make my way to my car.

"Emily! Hey! Emil- Ouch. Emily!" 

My head snapped to the side, seeing Stiles running. Rolling my eyes, I unlocked my car.

"Wait! Emily!"

"What?" I turned to look at him.

"I- I was calling you, didn't you hear?"

"I did," I crossed my arms.

"Oh," he nodded.

"What do you want, Stiles?"

He looked at me, "Right, uh," he cleared his throat before handing out a bag. "You forgot this... at Scott's last night"

"Oh," I can't believe I forgot this. "Thanks," I said grabbing my bag.

"It's all right," he nodded and I did the same.

"Okay," I mumbled, opening my door. "Bye"

"Wait!" I turned around.

"Yes?"

"H-How are you?"

"I'm fine," I stated with any emotion. "I need to go now"

He nodded, "Sure. Have- Have a nice drive"

I glanced at him strangely, then I shook my head, "Thanks"

I close the door and drove away. Looking through the view mirror I could still see Stiles standing there, watching me.

...

"Hey Mr.Fitz," I waved to the old man who was grandma's neighbor.

"Hey, Emily!" he smiled brightly at me, holding a gardening scissor in his hands. "Came to visit Apollo?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I won't be long though, just wanted to see if everything was okay"

"That's all right," he nodded. His little Australian accent flowing through his words. "I just put water and food"

"Thank you, Mr. Fitz,"

"No problem, dear"

I entered the house, walking directly to grandma's room. I shouldn't be doing this.

But then again, they hid things from me, things that involve me and the family. I had a right to know.

Sighing, I walked further into the room, where a lot of books piled up. My eyes roamed over them, trying to read anything that refers to the supernatural. There was suspense books, crime investigation books, a couple of romances older than grandma, then... I found it.

It was a little pile of four books. All of them were old with their covers stained and the papers yellow-ish. I picked the on that was on the top and opened it. Flicking a few pages I stopped in one where there was a draw of a wolf. 

I frowned as I roamed through the words, not being able to understand one in the matter. The book wasn't written in English, nor in any language I could recognize for the matter. I tried with the rest three, but it was the same. I couldn't recognize.