Stilinski's Secret (Stiles | Teen Wolf)

Chapter 2: What to do

Thursday | Morning

I woke up slowly, checking my hands as I did every morning, it became a bit of a habit after my experience with my between life and death state. I turned over in the bed after reassuring myself I had the right amount of fingers and reached out to touch the sleeping body beside me. My hand came within centimetres of the other person before I stilled and sat up abruptly. It wasn't Malia who had climbed in at night and slept beside me until morning like usual. I couldn't see the other's face and my heart began to race. Who the hell was it?

Quickly, I jumped out of bed and found I had luckily gone to bed fully clothed. Derek hadn't left until I fell asleep, he had kept bugging me with questions, so how long after did this intruder make it in? While trying not to panic I slowly approached the other side of the bed until I could clearly see who it was.

The girl's face was exactly as portrayed on the wanted poster. I gasped and turned around, hand reaching my mouth and squeezing my jowls. My brows knitted together and I took another peek over my shoulder. My sister, it was my sister.

Somehow I found myself panicking more, not wanting to wake her. I slowly walked to the door, trying to open it without making much noise. So much for being quiet, the door made a loud creak and my eyes darted to the bed. A scream tore from my throat as I saw the girl immediately sat upright and wide-eyed.

"H-hi." I greeted, clearing my throat. She seemed to ignore me and look around the room, pulling the blanket to her chin. I slowly looked away, feeling more than awkward. How the hell did she get here? As I turned around and looked into the hallway another person appeared and another scream of my own scared Scott and my sister.

"I came running when I heard you scream." Scott said calmly and tried to crane his head to an angle in which he could see my room. I tried to level my unsteady breathing, thanks to this idiot of a friend and waking up to my apparent sister, I felt light-headed. All I needed now was for Derek to appear at my window.

"Were you already in my house?" I asked Scott, closing the door a little more and leaning my head toward Scott's ear. "You couldn't have left her on the couch?!" I whisper-shouted, teeth clenched.

"Am I late?" a deeper voice boomed and jolted me out of my skin.

"God, damn it!" I hissed, spinning around to find Derek in my room. He smirked at me, knowing exactly what he had done. "Did anyone think of including me in plans that take place at my house? No?" I asked exasperatedly to no reply. Scott just pushed into the room and Derek approached my terrified sister, crouching by the edge of the bed.

"Unlucky. She looks just like you, Stiles." he remarked in a teasing tone. The girl tugged the blanket closer to her and I felt a wave of pity.

Already awoken with a scream and now two boys were staring at her. Through gritted teeth I said, "Can you not terrify my sister by staring at her at seven in the morning?" before pushing the door closed but suddenly another face burst into my room, a strawberry blonde girl with round eyes and plump lips. I smiled, one face I was rather happy to see so early in the morning. Now all we needed was Malia...

"I heard you had a sister and I just had to meet her." Lydia exclaimed, making herself at home on the bottom of my bed. My sister stared at her, probably seeking comfort in the only other female in the room.

My dad must have had an early shift though I felt rather uncomfortable with everyone crowding my room so early. I hadn't even brushed my teeth. Looking at my sister who looked much more uncomfortable than I was feeling, I took a deep breath before approaching the bed and waving my arms as if scaring off a bunch of pigeons. "Guys, guys, guys!" I called out, trying not to be too loud but loud enough to catch their attention. Scott and Derek looked up but Lydia continued staring at my sister. I cleared my throat and she finally turned to me but gave me half a glare like I had interrupted her favourite TV show. "Don't you think crowding her and all talking at once is just going to frighten her off again? Plus, she's my... sister, I should talk to her. With my dad, preferably." I concluded, the relative word feeling foreign on my tongue.