The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Thirty-Four ꕥ

"What do we do now?"  I ask, my eyes scanning the groups of people running away from my house. 

Scott stands up, "Right now we need to go to Stiles and talk to his dad about Matt." 

I nod and follow the boys out of the house and back to Stiles's car where I jump in back, fiddling with the bottom of my dress.  Part of me wished I had changed into something more comfortable before we left. I was wearing annoying felt platform heels.

We drove to Stiles's house quickly and I was almost confused as to how we didn't get pulled over. We pulled into the driveway and I slide over the front seat. My shoes hit the ground loudly and I grab the door, stabilizing myself. 

Stiles wrapped his hand around mine and yanked me inside after Scott who was practically flying upstairs. My heels clacked awkwardly on the floor as we all rushed into Stiles's room. 

"We have to tell your dad." Scott informs him, throwing a year book at me. "Stiles you get him, Hetha you find him in the book." 

I nod and flip through the pages, looking for the ones with our year on them, "What's his last name?" I ask, looking up at the boys. 

Stiles makes a move to respond and then he pauses, "Y-you know... I'm not really sure." 

I groan and look at our year, looking at each of the pictures in hopes of finding his face. I hear Stiles leave the room and walk down the hallway to his dads room. 

"Right here." I say, pointing to the small picture of Matt near the center of the page. 

Scott nods and moves the yearbook to the desk as Stiles pushes his dad into the room. "Sit down dad." Stiles says, forcing his dad into the chair. 

"Hi, Mr. Stilinski." I nod, waving shyly as I lay down in the bed, smoothing my dress over my body. 

Mr. Stilinski sighs, "Hi, Hetha." 

"Dad we found the person killing people." 

Stilinski looks at his son with a bewildered look, "What?!" 

Stiles bounces on his heels, "We found him, his name is Matt."  He points to the year book at Matt and pushes the book closer to his dad. 

Stilinski raises his eyebrow and looks at Matt in the yearbook again, "So this kid's the real killer?" 

Stiles nods, "Yeah." 

"No." The response comes immediately from Stilinski who throws the year book back on the counter and shakes his head. 

I fuss with the blankets behind them, shifting under the covers as they argue. 

"Yes!" Stiles insists. 

"No." 

"Dad, come on." Stiles insisted, "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common." 

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class." Stilinski shakes his head. 

"All right, okay, you're right, sorry." Stiles shrugs and then narrows his eyes, "Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?" 

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges." Stilinski sighs, "But that doesn't prove anything." 

"H-" 

"Scott, Hetha," Stilinski cuts off his son, "Do you believe this?" 

"Oh." Stiles groans, rubbing a hand over his shaved head.