Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Thirty-five: Checkmate

EPISODE FOUR: SCARS

Stiles never came to school that day, and Lydia couldn't be more worried.  She had known something was wrong with him that afternoon when she stopped at his place.  He had been focused on something else, even in the middle of that conversation.  Lydia didn't want to think about what kind of problem Stiles might have gotten himself into this time, but she just felt this wasn't like an argument with a bully, no... this was something different and she just didn't know what it was.

When she woke up, he was gone and she didn't even get to say goodbye to him.  Lydia was so busy looking around for him in the building she didn't even notice they had a substitute teacher in Harris's place.  Apparently both of them had taken a sick day.

As she walked through the hall, arriving at Stiles' locker hoping to see him there, she came to see that Scott was there, already having beat her to the punch.

"Hey, Lydia.  Have you seen Stiles today?  He never came to Geometry today." Scott asked with that concerned puppy look he did way too well.

"No, that's why I came here... I thought maybe he might have been late or something."

"Did you talk to him last night or anything?  I haven't talked to him in a few days, so I don't know what's going on with him."

Lydia thought about the conversation she had with Stiles last night, and Wednesday when he came to the Tower and helped out.

"I saw him yesterday at his house.  He seemed a bit off, like there was something on his mind.  I asked him what was wrong but he said I didn't need to worry about it.  I'm starting to get the feeling I needed to." she admitted reluctantly as Scott grabbed his phone and checked to see if Stiles ever messaged him back.

Nothing, that's seriously not like Stiles.  Usually he would at least message back.

Scott knew there was something going on with Stiles, and it pained him to not know what that was.  He was supposed to be best friends with him, yet Stiles had gone silent on him.

Stilinski Household

Stiles sighed as he looked at the phone hearing it vibrate a few times.  His eyes had been on the cure all night, that he hadn't even registered it was day time and he had missed nearly half of the school day.  He didn't mind it though, he missed literally all of yesterday, so what was the point of worrying about it.

SCOTT (3)

8:20 A.M.

Where are you at?

10:02 A.M.

Hello?

1:17 P.M.

Are you okay, Stiles?

Stiles typed back finally after nearly five hours of dead silence, longer if Lydia was involved.  

1:19 P.M.

I'm fine, Scotty.  I've just got some stuff going on.  I'll explain when I get the chance to, when this is all said and done.  Sorry, I just don't want anyone else being involved with this right now.  I'll talk to you soon, I promise.

Stiles to Lydia:

Hey, sorry about last night.  You came to talk and I was kind of focused on something important.  I didn't mean to make you feel like you were a bother, if I did I'm sorry.  I just need to take a bit and think about some things, and then if you still need to talk, I'll be here.