Playing With Fire ➳ Stiles Stilinski [3]

Psychics And The Girl Who Knew Too Much

Skyler's P.O.V

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes, all tools the writer uses to tell their story." Ms.Blake explained. I watched as she walked past me, giving me an odd look.

When she looked away I decided to return the favour.

I had my reasons to return the same look.

She was dating Derek! Who in the right mind dates Derek Hale, unless they have an undetermined death wish?

She stopped at the desk behind me looking down at Lydia, rather impressed and panicked. Weird. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."

"You and every guy she's ever dated." I snickered.

I didn't need to turn around to know Lydia was sending a cold look straight through me.

Ms.Blake let out an uncomfortable laugh. "Oh, um, well, that was an idiom, by the way."

I gave her a sharp nod. "Yeah, that was kind of the point."

"Right." She muttered awkwardly carrying on slowly pacing towards Scott and Stiles.

"Jealous you've only dated one guy, Sky?" Lydia whispered and I turned to glare at her.

"At least I've not gone through a relationship that's just meaningless sex." I fired back.

Lydia rolled her eyes while keeping her eyes focused on the tree she was currently drawing in a book that wasn't hers.

"Besides, I'm quite happy in my very one relationship."

"And isn't that a tragedy," she scoffed.

Wait a second that's my book! "Next time at least ask!"

Lydia looked beyond confused and I raised my brows waiting for it to hit her. How can someone be so academically smart but so logically stupid?

"My book."

"No, I could've sworn this was..." Lydia slowly looked over at the cover of my book. "Mine."

Okay. Odd. Odder than usual. And we're usually very odd.

I moved towards her, opening up the book again and flicking through the pages. There were trees everywhere. It's safe to say Lydia has more issues than me.

I'm gonna take that as my sign that I've not gone completely insane yet.

"Or a phrase like 'seeing the whole board'." I heard Jennifer say and I raised my brows.

"Like chess." Stiles and I muttered and we both looked over at one another and laughed.

"That's right, guys." Jennifer looked down at both of us. "Do you two play?"

"Uh, no," Stiles answered. "Our fathers do."

She nodded walking on and Scott looked over at the both of us. "I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk." He was speaking to the both of us.

"Okay..." I thought about that outburst. "You're telling this why?"

"I'm gonna need your help." Of course, he does.

Scott glanced over at me, and this time I was the one confused.

"Okay, why are we talking to Ethan?" I whispered back. "And why does it have to be me who's involved? If you didn't know I kinda have to lay off the supernatural problems."

"Oh, so you choose now to listen?!" Stiles criticised while glaring at me.

"Hey, we're listening to Scotty right now. Let's focus on my mistakes when people are not being attacked by human dogs!" I whisper-yelled at him and we both turned our heads to Scott.