▸ Paranoid - Jonas Brothers

"Scott, listen to me!" I threw my hands up. "How did Theo know about that house? Thalia only found it because it was near the other entrance she had used."

"Nevah, that's not a good enough reason. Corey told him about the house." Scott sighed, rubbing his face in his hands.

"No, Corey told Theo that there was a house, not where it was! There's a difference." I rolled my tongue over my teeth, dreading to say my accusation. Scott isn't going to like it nor will he listen to it. "Scott, Theo has to be working work with them. He has too. How else could he stumble upon that one old house in the middle of nowhere?"

"Like you said earlier, you friend found it. What's the difference between Theo and your friends?" Scott asked.

"Phoebe is one of the best trackers I have ever known. She's Artemis', the Greek goddess ever heard of her? The goddess of the hunt. That includes tracking by the way." I sassily placed my hands on my hips. "She's Artemis' best tracker when they hunt. That's saying something and Thalia is a Hunter as well. They are trained for this. Theo isn't. You and Malia weren't even able to track us. How could Theo a lone wolf, who by the way you are slowly letting into the pack, can track us? That doesn't make any sense. Not to mention, ever since he got into Beacon Hills things have been down spiraling."

"You also came in the same day too, Nevah." Scott shot back. A pang of hurt washed over me. I took a step back, looking up at him hurt. Is he trying to say that I caused all of this? That this is my fault? "Wait, Nevah...I didn't mean that."

"Fine. Don't believe me Scott. But know this. Things are getting out of control and Theo is somehow involved." I narrowed my eyes at him. He sighed in frustration. I walked past him, making sure to bump my shoulder into his arm.

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It's been five days since Liam, Hayden and I have escaped from the Dread Doctors. It has been five days since we last seen the Dread Doctors or a Chimera. It's been five days since Kira left. It has been five days since I told Scott about my assumption of Theo working with the Dread Doctors. It's been five days since he has spoken to me about it.

I was currently in the woods with Lydia and Stiles, looking for the Nemeton. Lydia has been leaving white x's on the trees to mark where we have looked. So far, nothing. Stiles threw his hands up in frustration.

"It's almost like this thing doesn't want to be found." He paced towards a tree, looking at it.

"Maybe it knows we're late for class." Lydia tilted her head to the side.

"Maybe it's trying to keep us from class. Ever thought of that?" I waved my finger at her. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you think that any ways?"

"Because we've been here twice." Lydia stared at a tree, slightly waving the white piece of chalk in her hand. I turned around and saw a line with two vertical lines cutting through it, roughly making two x's on the tree trunk.

"Well Styx." I grumbled.

"Crap." Stiles touched the bark of the tree, staring at the two x's.

"Can we talk to Parrish now?" Lydia blinked and turned to face Stiles.

"Hang on." Stiles held up a finger. "If the Nemeton's covered in bodies, shouldn't you be able to find them?"

"Me?" Lydia asked.

"Ah yes, your Banshee-ness." I nodded my head, pursing my lips together.

"Yes, you." Stiles waved his hands at Lydia, trying to make a point. "That's what you do. You're the Banshee, you find the bodies."

"Well, the Banshee's having an off day, so how about we talk to Parrish?" Lydia spoke. She isn't going to let it go, is she?

"We can't." Stiles shook his head.

"Why not?" I quirked an eyebrow. Lydia nodded in agreement.

"Because one of the bodies...One of them could be..."Stiles struggled anxiously.

"Could be what?" Lydia asked.

"What could it be?" I softly asked. I didn't want him to go into a panic attack or anything. Lydia has told me about his history with them. And from my personal experience with anxiety attacks, I wouldn't want him to go through another one. Ever.

"One of them could be a clue." Stiles sighed out, eyeing the both of us.

"I'm leaving now, Stiles. Nevah. I'm going to talk to Parrish and tell him he's the one taking the bodies." Lydia said, turning around and walking away. "It's always better when they know."

"Well then, he should know he owes me a jeep!"

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"You guys are sure that's where Parrish is taking the bodies?" Theo asked Stiles and I as we walked into the library.

"Wouldn't you want to know?" I glared at him. He ignored me.

"Lydia says that's what happens in his dream."

"I mean, you know if Lydia finds the Nemeton, she's also going to find Donovan." Theo said. Donovan? Stiles turned around and stared at Theo. I looked between the two.

"Donovan? The guy they threatened Sherriff Stilinski? What about him?" I asked. Stiles nervously licked his lips. "Stiles?"

"Sorry." Theo sighed, looking around. He brought his attention back to us, biting back a smirk. Did he say that on purpose?

"She's also going to find Josh." Stiles said back, rapidly blinking his eyes. He ignored my questions. Theo sighed and glanced at the ground. Josh? Isn't that one senior who went missing a couple of days ago?

"You know what, maybe she should." Theo spoke. Stiles shifted on his feet, slightly squinting his eyes at Theo. "I think things are different now for Scott. Especially after what he did to Corey. I don't think he's going to blame us for defending ourselves. I know he won't blame you. I mean he's okay with Nevah."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively.

"You're a demigod."

"So?"

"You kill monsters for a living."

"That come back to life a few weeks later." I spat out, crossing my arms.

Stiles hesitantly turned around and looked at an empty space. He nervously licked his lips again. I stood on my tip toes to see if maybe I could see what he did. I saw nothing. Stiles swallowed and turned around to face Theo, licking his lips once again. Theo broke his eye contact with Stiles and looked at me. I glared at him.

"I'll see you two later." Theo walked away with a small smile. I mocked him once he turned his back, rolling my eyes.

"Are you going to tell me?" I hesitantly said, looking up at Stiles through my eyelashes. "I won't judge. I promise."

Stiles bit his lower lip, running a hand through his hair. What was so bad that he was this anxious? He looked at me and slightly nodded his head.

"Let's go somewhere more private." Stiles sighed. He placed a hand around my shoulder and led me out of the school library.

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"So?" I looked over at Stiles. We were in the preserve, leaning against his jeep. He pushed himself off and paced around. He was pinching his lower lip nervously. Stiles would stop, glance at me and mumble to himself before he started to pace again. "Stiles? Are you afraid that I will judge you?"

"No," Stiles looked up me, wetting his lips. I noticed he does that a lot when he's nervous or anxious. "I'm just scared how you will react towards it."

"Is it bad?" I tilted my head, jumping to sit on the hood. I swung my feet, the back of my heels making soft thumping sounds as it hit the front of the jeep. Stiles shrugged.

"Yeah. Yeah I think so." He mumbled.

"What if it's your anxiety telling you it's bad but it really isn't it?" I suggested.

"What?" Stiles looked up at me confused.

"Yeah. You know how anxiety makes a person think the worst? I think that's what's happening to you."

"How are you so sure?" Stiles asked. I gave him a soft smile.

"Because I also have anxiety. I know how it works. Although it's different for everyone, it's pretty common for anxiety to control your fears. Now," I tilted my head again. "Are you going to let anxiety win or are you going to trust me that you are overreacting?"

"You're going to hate me." Stiles whispered. I rapidly shook my head.

"No, I won't. Do you want to know something that I haven't brought up to you guys yet?" I spoke, fiddling with my fingers. "It's about my mom. I...I never told you guys how I ended up living with Percy and his mom and step-dad."

"Your flashback." Stiles realized. I grimaced and nodded.

"Yeah, my flashback." I breathed out. "It-it was my fault. The dracanae...she...she somehow followed me home that day after school once. I was ten years old at that time so I didn't know better. I ran home thinking I could escape her. That she won't follow me. As soon as I got home and locked the door, my mom asked me what was wrong. She was cooking dinner or something, I can't really remember anymore. The doorbell rang. And my mother went to go open it.

"I was screaming at her not to. She ignored me and still opened the door. The dracanae was there. She followed me home. She posed as our new neighbor across the street. My mother couldn't see that the dracanae was a monster. She didn't have the Sight. Not like you." I glanced up at Stiles. My eyes were watering up. "My mother let the dracanae in. The dracanae...she, um, she closed the door and brought out her sword. I-I don't know what my mom could see through the Mist then or what the Mist allowed her to see. All I know is that she knew the dracanae was after me.

"She saved me." I mumbled out, tears streaming down my cheeks. "My mother risked her life for me. And I blamed myself for so long. But it wasn't my fault. Did you know it's a mother's instinct to put her child first? That they would die to save their own flesh and blood?"

"I assumed that, yeah." Stiles whispered, standing in front of me. I sniffled, wiping away my tears.

"Ugh," I choked out a laugh. "I'm sorry you had to see me cry. I hate crying."

"I killed Donovan." Stiles blurted out, avoiding eye contact with me.

"What?"

"That night when I stayed late at the library? When I told you guys that my jeep had died and the hood fell on me?" Stiles tucked in his lower lip in between his teeth. "What actually happened was, yes, my jeep did die. And yes I was fixing it. But it wasn't the hood that caused me to get my shoulder hurt."

"What was it then?" I whispered, suddenly afraid of what really happened. Stiles glanced at me before he slid the collar of his shirt down his shoulder. My breath got caught in my throat. There were dark dots, scabs, forming in circles on his shoulder. It was where there was a smaller circle within a larger one and the apttern continued for a bit. I glanced up at Stiles before gently touching it. The rough scabs made me shiver. I drew my hand back, looking up at Stiles who was already staring at me. "What caused that? What happened? Was it Donovan?"

"It was Donovan." Stiles nodded, pulling his collar back up. "He um...he was half-wendigo."

"The cannibals' right?"

"Yeah. He, uh, he had this circular mouth on his hand and he bit me. I managed to get him off of me with my wrench. I ran inside the library to hide. He found me. He kept talking about my dad. I had to get away from him, so I climbed that scaffolding in the library. He followed me and he grabbed my legs. I-I couldn't shake him off of me. He was going to bite me again." Stiles put his face in his hands. He sighed and looked back up at me. "I took out this pin, hoping that it would get him to let me go. Poles fell down and Donovan let go of my leg. When I turned around...Donovan stood on the floor with a pole straight through his chest. He died. I killed him."

"Hey, hey." I got off of the jeep and held his shaking hands. I made sure to make eye contact with him. "That wasn't your fault. You were defending you self. I should know, okay? I do that for a living. I have to kill monsters to keep them from killing me, my friends and innocent people. Stiles, you are no different. You had to save yourself. You didn't mean to kill Donovan. It's okay."

"But will Scott think that?" Stiles mumbled out, drifting his gaze towards the ground.

"He would be stupid not to."

So that happened. Did any of you see that coming?

Also, Happy 25th  Birthday to Dylan O'Brien! I hope he's having a great one today.

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