❝ Looks like you've got a severe case of the crazies ❞
❝ That crap you told me before was crazy... this is real ❞
• In which Sunday Hampton realizes werewolves and kanimas are not nearly as scary as her own life •
(TEEN WOLF S4 → S6)
(OC X LIAM DUNB...
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I need answers but everybody I try to approach is pretending to be too busy with lacrosse. Scott, Liam, Stiles, Kira, they all shake me off and tell me they're preoccupied.
It's dark outside now and at this point they probably are too busy.
I don't see Liam at the moment, but Scott and Kira are directly in front of me. Curiosity is gnawing at my stomach.
Do I approach them or wait it out?
I'm up and moving to them before I can make up my mind. Well, I guess that means I'm doing it.
They're deep in conversation and can't hear me coming.
“You nervous?” I overhear Scott asking.
“About someone trying to kill us or my first lacrosse game?”
Hold up.
“Someone's trying to kill you?” I intervene.
Kira cringes. Scott turns to me with a wide mouth, it opens and closes without making any sound as he falters.
“Don't lie to me. I saw you on that hospital roof, Scott. I know you're… something that isn't human. I know you did something to Liam. And I can only assume Kira's involved too,” I fold my arms, feigning the surety I wish I could really have.
They share a look. I know it well. They're asking each other if they really want to tell me.
“Come on! If you want to exclude me from whatever you're going through, it's too late. What's going on? Are you guys in trouble? Is Liam?”
“... yes,” Kira finally gasps out.
“We think there is an assassin on the lacrosse team who has a list of every single supernatural creature in Beacon Hills; that includes Kira, Liam, and I.”
Woah. Supernatural?
For some seriously stupid reason, my first question regarding all of this is, “it doesn't include Stiles?”
“No.”
“Oof. Okay… Any clue who it is?”
“You're handling this weirdly well,” Scott says, squinting.
Not on the inside.
“We think it might be the guy who paid for the keg of the beer that Demarco brought, but we cant be entirely sure.”
“Demarco?”
“You know, at Lydia's party.” Scott replies, as if that's supposed to help me understand. “...oh, we didn't tell you about that,” the Devenford team gathers on the field to get ready, distracting him. “Okay look, there's too much to explain and we just don't have time right now. Sorry… I'll tell you everything after the game.” Scott apologizes again and then jogs off.
