"So I am doing what exactly? Just showing them this?" I asked as I glanced at the odd pieces of what I presumed to belonged to the twin's very expensive motorcycles. I have seventh period with them, and Scott wants me to help him get even with them for attacking Isaac and all of that crap. 

Scott nodded, "Yeah."

"And I'm doing this, why?" I questioned.

He chuckled, "I need you to really tick them off with it."

"Oh, gotcha. I can do it." I replied with a grin as I grabbed the bag and practically skipped into the classroom. 

If there is one thing I am good at, it's pissing people off. The twin's are obviously causing a problem so now I get to be the one to help fix it. This is going to be fun, especially since they won't be able to do a thing about it. 

As I took my seat, which happened to be right next to Aiden, I placed the bag on the floor and glanced at him with a sadistic smile. He gave me a confused glance as I slowly reached down to my bag, "I just need a pen." I said to him. 

He nodded, but didn't peel his eyes off of me as I pulled out the first piece of the bike, "Huh... that's odd. This isn't a pen..." I mused as I placed it on my desk. 

I dug farther into the bag and pulled out yet another piece, "I have no idea how that got in there." 

Aiden was practically shaking in his desk and I couldn't help but relish in this, I grabbed the last piece, which was like a spinning thing and shook my head in disbelief, "This looks important. You know, I think these could belong to a motorcycle..." 

That was all it took for Aiden to spring out of his desk and sprint into the hallway, "AIDEN DON'T!" Ethan shouted. 

I quickly pushed the pieces back into the bag and zipped it up before following the class out into the hallway, I could hear the motorcycle out in the hallway. Oh this is rich, I don't know how they got the bike in the school, but I don't care. 

As I pushed my way through the crowd I found Scott, Allison, and Isaac all standing by the corner of the hall. Ethan was standing in front of the bike breathing heavily as he glanced around, Miss Blake walked up to him and shook her head in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? You do realize this will result in a suspension." 

I let out a chuckle as Ethan sent daggers to my brother and I, but I couldn't help but feel like one of the smartest people in the room. 

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"Lydia? Hello--OH god." I jumped back in shock as I caught sight of her, standing in the center of the room, her eyes wide and cell phone clutched tightly in her hand. 

As I tried to slow my heart rate down so I didn't go into cardiac arrest, I approached her slowly, "Okay so what was so important that you actually called me during class for?" I questioned. 

"The music teacher was taken." She replied quickly. 

I rose an eyebrow, "And you know this... how?" 

"Come here," She then grabbed on to my wrist and jerked me towards the piano, the lid was down and you could distinctly see blood and some sort of indentation on the wood. "That isn't all of it either, listen to this." She added as she grabbed the Samsung phone off of the piano and hit the play button.

A weird type of chanting was faintly playing in the background, and the sound of it made my skin crawl. I nodded, "Yeah okay something is definitely up. I'll um, call Stiles." 

Is he even going to answer me if I do call him? I wouldn't blame him if he didn't, I mean he hasn't tried to speak to me at all today. As I tapped the screen to call him, my heart practically jumped to my throat... this is it. 

"Hey I can't really talk right now," He answered in a clipped voice. 

"The music teacher is missing." I blurted out quickly.

I could hear the confusion in his tone, "What do you mean he's missing?"

"I mean that he was taken." I clarified. 

He sighed on the other end, "Okay. We'll be right there." 

I didn't get the chance to ask who 'we' was exactly, but I'm sure it was either Scott or... well, I don't know. Hell, it could even be Derek for all I know. I doubt Stiles is off hanging out with Derek in his free time, but you never know. 

"How exactly did you find this?" I asked Lydia as I pointed to the phone, which had the creepy recording paused. 

She shrugged, "I don't know... I just had the urge to play it for some reason."

"You know, I thought my abilities were weird... but yours definitely take the cake." I mused as I tucked my phone back into my jeans pocket. 

We waited around for Stiles and his plus one for a total of ten minutes before him and Deaton walked into the music room. Deaton, damn. I hadn't of even thought that he could have been talking to Deaton. That would have made more sense than Derek. 

Lydia then went into hysterics as she explained the recording to Deaton, and he listened to it several times before asking her for a copy of it. She then went to work on sending it to him, while Stiles dug through the drawers of the teacher's desk. 

"Each grouping of three would have it's on purpose. It's own type of power... virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors..." Deaton began to explain. Apparently Stiles had come to the conclusion that whoever was killing people, was doing it in three's. 

Stiles jerked his head up, "Wait wait wait, warrior? Can that also be a soldier?"

"Absolutely," Deaton responded. 

My boyfriend then held up a wedding photo, and the music teacher was dressed in a Marine's outfit... "Kyle was also a volunteer thing with Boyd." Stiles added. 

"Where's Boyd now?" Deaton asked. 

"I don't know, I'm gonna try to get him on the phone now." Stiles responded as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and walked away from the desk. 

Lydia looked spaced out and I could definitely tell something was going through her mind, "Lydia? What's wrong?" I asked. 

She blinked rapidly as she settled her gaze on me, "What? Nothing... I just thought of someone else with a military connection."

"Who?" Stiles asked. 

My eyes widened as the name left my lips, "Harris."

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"This is just one of many possibilities... he could have just left for the day," Deaton remarked as Stiles and I searched around Harris' desk. 

When we got in here, he was gone-- and that made me a tad bit uneasy. Sure, he was a very mean guy, and had some social issues that he needed to work on, but it's not like I actually want him dead. No matter how many times I said I wanted to kill him, I didn't really mean it. My eyes locked on his satchel and I snatched it up, "He wouldn't have left without this."

Stiles started sifting through the papers on his desk, "This test is graded R...."

"And this one is an H.." Lydia added as she held up a paper. 

Deaton walked behind the desk and started to arrange the tests in order to spell something, my eyes lingered on the spelling DARACH. What is that? "Stiles do you remember how I told you that the Gaelic meaning of the word druid was wise oak?" Deaton asked as he glanced at my boyfriend. 

"Yeah..."

"If a druid were to go down the wrong path, the wise oak was said to become a dark oak... and there's a Gaelic word for that as well. Darach." Deaton finished as he pointed to the tests. 

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Of course it's raining, why wouldn't it be raining? It's so cliche that I kind of want to catch something on fire. What's even more cliche is that I am huddled up on the couch with a blanket, watching Mean Girls. Isaac literally just showed up to see Scott and he had a black duffle bag with him, so I think it's safe to say I'll be receiving a new roommate. 

I was just about to turn the t.v. off and head upstairs when rapid knocking on the door drew my attention, oh for the love of all that is holy. Who is it now? Derek? I sighed in annoyance as I tossed my blanket on the floor and stomped to the front door, when I jerked it open-- I was not expecting to see Stiles standing there. 

His hair was laying against his forehead, and his clothes were soaking wet. What is he doing here? Why the hell did he show up while it's raining? My eyes widened as he grabbed on to my hand and jerked me outside, "STILES!" I shouted as he pulled me down into the front yard-- in the pouring rain. 

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm so freaking sorry." He exclaimed. 

"You're forgiven! Come on!" I shrieked as I went to walk back towards the porch, but his hands latched themselves on either side of my waist and tugged me against him. I couldn't argue any further because he pressed his lips to mine feverishly. 

Ah screw it, we're already sopping wet. Why not kiss the hell out of him in the rain? My arms around around the base of his neck as he lifted me off the ground a bit from squeezing me so tightly. I don't care though, I would rather him hold on to me like this-- than to not hold on to me at all. 

Wait a second-- I pulled out of the kiss and eyed him suspiciously, "Did you pull me out into the rain because you knew I would forgive you to get out of it?"

He smiled, "Maybe." 

"Asshole," I muttered as he let out a laugh. God I missed hearing that. It has only been a day, but today proved that one day without hearing him laugh is just too long. I'm in entirely too deep with him, and he has no idea.  

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Yay, they kind of made up. Obviously they still need to talk about the issue, which will happen eventually. There is just so much that is going to be happening in the upcoming chapters, that I am buzzing with excitement! 

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