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chapter eleven. burn baby burn ════ ⋆͛♡⋆͛ ════
"ELIZA? YOU THERE?" Allison's voice echoed in her ears. It was like she was in a trance and she was just now snapping out of it.
"Yeah?" Eliza gazed back in.
"You zoned out while staring at Stiles?" The redhead piped up from beside Allison.
She blinked heavily, "yeah, I'm okay. Just a little deja vu."
"Let's go! We got things to do." Eliza changed the subject, turning away from Stiles. It was so weird because he looked exactly like the guy from her premonition yet he didn't at all. He was missing the beard and the trauma clear in his expression but his eyes, she couldn't mistake them. She waved the thought off, it was just a dream.
"Where are we going?" The redhead asked, questioning Eliza.
"Dinner at our house. Didn't Allison tell you all?" Eliza replied.
"I, kind of, didn't tell them." Allison mumbled.
"Allison! Come on, this has been planned for two weeks. Scott was supposed to be meeting Mom and Dad. Your friends were supposed to be there as well. You know Mom wants to meet everyone." Eliza scolded.
"Meeting Parents?"
"What type of food will be there?"
"Stiles!"
"Sorry."
Eliza internally laughed, the interaction a little funny. "Well, you knew it was coming. I don't know why it's shocking." Eliza placing an arm on Stiles' shoulder, a gasp escaping her mouth as her eyes glazed over.
"Do you know what you're looking for?" Eliza quizzed, looking around. The basement was dusty, Eliza coughing with her hand over her moth, the other fanning the dust away.
"Something to do with that." Stiles pointed to the symbol etched on the wall in front of them. They both approached it, curiously.
"What does it mean?" Eliza spoke as she ran her hand across it.
"Self." Stiles stated.
"Maybe you should tell me more?" Eliza raised her eyebrow.
"You might not like me if you know any more..." He trailed, not wanting to tarnish Eliza's image of him.
"There's nothing you can say to make me not like you." Eliza voiced, sincerity clear in her features.
Eliza stumbled back, shock in her expression. "Eliza, it's the second time you've zoned out while coming in contact with Stiles. Snap out of it." Allison was getting unbearably worried.
