❛ it's rare to meet someone with a mind just as beautiful as their face ❜
beacon hills. the blandest town you might ever step foot in. since hazel aberdeen was a kid, nothing that exciting has ever happened here.
until one of her best friend gets bi...
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SCOTT, Stiles, and myself pulled up to the Beacon Hills preserve sign, which clearly said "no entry after dark." As soon as I saw it, I got a bad feeling. I don't know why, but whenever I get one of those feelings, I'm usually right. But before I could say anything, Scott and Stiles had already stepped outside of Stiles' Jeep.
"We're seriously doing this?" I said as I closed the door to the back seats.
Stiles turned to me and shone the flashlight in my eyes. I put my hands over my face to prevent myself from being blinded. "You're the one that's always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles countered back. I sighed and walked away from him and up to the not so effective chain preventing us from advancing forward.
I hated that Stiles was right about me complaining about the blandness of this town, but looking for a decapitated at the waist body was not the way to make this town more exciting.
I could tell Scott was thinking the same thing as me because he said, "I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." I rolled my eyes and followed Stiles into the woods with Scott trailing behind me.
Both Stiles and Scott were on the lacrosse team just like my brother. But unlike James, they never played. Stiles and Scott were arguably the worst players on the team, hence why coach always puts them on the benches at games. I would know since I was forced every day to go to the stupid practices because James was always the one that drove us to school. He didn't want to be stranded at school with no way of going home so he makes me stranded on the bleachers while he practices. Ironic, isn't it?
But I guess I have to thank him for it because that's how I met Stiles and Scott. Without James being the absolute shittiest brother, I never would have met my two best friends.
"Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort," I teased. Scott sighed at my statement and said, "No, because I'm finally playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." I would've told Scott to not get his hopes up, but that would be useless. "That's the spirit," Stiles said, being the supportive friend he is. "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one," he concluded.
I guess he's not as supportive as I thought. I had to admit though, it was a pretty funny joke, so I silently snickered.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" I asked. If I'm finding half of a body I have the right to know which one I'm looking for. Stiles stopped in his tracks for a moment, but then resumed. "Huh. I didn't even think about that," Stiles answered and chuckled a little. I sighed, "Of course you didn't."
"And what if whoever killed the girl is still out here? Did you at least think about that?" Scott questioned. "Also something I didn't think about," he admitted. I threw my head back and groaned. This is what happens every time Stiles has one of his spontaneous plans. "Next time, why don't you do a little research before making us look for a dead girl," I huffed.
