Light The Fire || Stilinski || Book Two

Eighteen

This is really long, so bear with me.

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IT DID NOT TAKE STILES AND LYDIA LONG to sprint out of the locker room towards the guidance office. Out of everything that had happened, Allison had told Stiles how she felt about the emissary and Stiles realized they needed to talk to her before anyone else. When they burst through the door, it was occupied. However, it wasn't Morrell.

Her desk was cleared, everything left in order. The two teenagers noticed a girl sitting in a chair, waiting patiently with a book bag in her lap. Stiles knew he recognized her, but couldn't decipher when they had met previously. "You here for Ms. Morrell?" he asked.

Whoever she was, she obviously wasn't in the mood. "No, I thought this was gym class," she sarcastically replied, making Stiles stare at her blankly.

Feeling irritated by the comment, Lydia turned to face her. "Listen here, sweetheart, we're not in the mood for funny," she said, trying not to sound snappy. "Do you know where she is?"

The girl rolled her eyes and lifted her hands. "If I did, I wouldn't be here, waiting for twenty minutes. So how about you two back out that door and wait your turn."

"We're not here for a session."

"Well, I am," she responded snarkily, eyeing the strawberry-blonde. "And I've got some serious issues to work on."

Stiles straightened his back, finally remembering where he had seen her before. "Wait, wait," he softly called out to the two girls, which made them look at him. "You're Danielle; Heather's best friend."

Danielle's gaze shifted to her fingers, fumbling with them as a distraction. "I was Heather's best friend," she stated. "We've been working on that issue three times a week."

"Hold on," Lydia politely interrupted. "Did you say Ms. Morrell was twenty minutes late?"

Danielle barely nodded her head. "I don't know why either. She's always on time."

"I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester," Lydia informed Stiles, growing concerned from the guidance counselor's disappearance. "She was never late."

"Then she's not late, she's missing," Stiles concluded.

Lydia lowered her voice to just above a whisper. "What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?"

"Then I want to know what she knows."

It took him one second to reach behind Morrell's desk and start opening random drawers, trying to discover anything out of the ordinary. He ignored the girls telling him not to, saying he didn't understand privacy. However, the second he held up Lydia's file, she immediately snatched it from his grasp and started to sort through it. "Let me see that."

"Sierra?" Stiles mumbled under his breath in confusion, seeing his girlfriend's name on one of the documents. The only time he could recall her having a session with Morrell was after Matt's death but when he opened it, he found notes from multiple sessions. "Isn't aware of her potential? Immensely cares for others, doesn't care to treat herself first," he read and then widened his eyes when he spotted Scott's name underlined twice. "She knew," he whispered quietly, referring to Scott and Sierra's potential transformations.

His attention shifted away from what he had found to Lydia, who was looking through random papers. His gaze narrowed in on a specific picture and he called out to her, shoving Sierra's file away back in the drawer. "Lydia, that's your drawing."

She glanced to what he was staring at and merely shrugged. "Yeah, it's a tree."

"It's good too," Danielle commented, looking over her shoulder.