Chapter Forty-Four

"What are you guys doing here so late?"

I jumped at the voice of Deputy Tara Graeme as I head out of the classroom along with the rest of the music students. It was around 7.00 PM, and we were currently finishing up practice, and was about to head home.

"Practice for a recital tomorrow night," Danny informs Tara.

"Why? Something wrong?" I asked her softly, noticing her nervousness.

"You haven't seen anyone that shouldn't be around here, have you? Anyone or anything suspicious?" Tara questioned me and Danny as other students bypass us.

Danny and I glanced at each other, before shaking our heads. "There is something wrong, isn't there?" I asked.

"Someone made a 9-1-1 call. All of you need to leave now." Tara informed us and I nodded, my heart beating worriedly. "You see anyone else? Tell them the same thing."

Danny nods, and quickly, he leaves. I stayed put. "Deputy—"

"Paige, your father would kill me if he knew you're here with me." Tara tells me. "Please, just go home. Be safe. I'll be okay."

I felt guilty for thinking about leaving. "Can you make sure to tell me when you're okay?" I pleaded with her.

She frowned at my concern. "Paige, I'll be fine. Okay?" She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Now, remember to finish your homework, which I know you have."

I smiled. Tara and I had history together. Whenever I was alone at the station with Stiles when we were younger, she would help us with our homework. "Okay. Just for you." I winked at her before turning to leave, having an uneasy feeling.

I noticed Danny waiting for me. "Is everything okay?" Danny questioned me as we walked to our cars, now heading out to the parking lot.

I shrugged. "I don't know. She wouldn't tell me, she just told me to leave."

"She'll be okay. She's a deputy." Danny assures me.

I give him a small smile. "I hope you're right." Danny walks me to my car. "Thanks, Danny."

"No problem. Drive home safe, yeah?" Danny tells me. "I'll see you tomorrow for the big production. And by the way, you're killing it on the piano, as you always do."

I grinned. "Thanks. You too. See you tomorrow, Dan." I opened the car door as Danny leaves. I sit in my car for awhile, listening to the police scanner I had plugged in.

"Dispatch, do you copy?" Tara's voice spoke over the police scanner. I grabbed it, holding it tightly and watching the school carefully. Other students cars drive by, leaving and I wait behind.

I hear a scream in the distance in the school. "Deputy?" I screamed into the police scanner, but I get no reply. My heart pounds rapidly. I climbed out of my car as quickly as I could and sprinted towards the school. I burst through the hallways, the hall being quiet. It sent shivers down my spine.

"Tara?" I called out, worried and I got no response. "Tara?!" I hear no heart beat in the school, making my heart pound. This was all my fault. I could've stopped this. If I hadn't had listened to her...

I continued to call out her name, searching all over the school.

My feet paused when I ran into Scott, Lydia, Stiles, and Allison outside, arguing. "Oh, no. I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on." Lydia snapped at the group.

"Guys?" I called and they all jumped, turning to face me.

"What are you doing here?" Allison asked, her eyes widen.

"I had practice." I explained. "Guys—Something bad happened."

"We know, Lydia just hasn't found the body." Stiles explained to me as I walked over to him with tears in my eyes.

"I know... I know..." I mumbled out.

"What do you mean you know?" Scott asked.

"She—She told me that she got a 9-1-1 call like, 20 minutes ago," I continue to explain. "And I heard her scream. I've been searching all of the place to try and find her."

Stiles then turned to Lydia. "How are we supposed to find the dead body? You're the one who's always finding the dead body."

"Guys... I found the body." Scott looks past them to the Beacon Hills High School sign atop which Deputy Graeme lies. Garrote around her neck. Blood streaming down the stone and brick.

⇉

Stiles and I lean against the pole, spying on our Dad's the next day at school. Before I could even tune in, my Dad notices us.

"Excuse me." My Dad informed the principal. Stiles and I were quick to act, we turned around as fast as we could and begin to walk away.

But they were fast, too. "Hey! Hey." Noah called out to us. "Back it up." Stiles and I glanced at each other before we turned around, facing them. "I know what you're both thinking. I know you two have got all these ideas about patterns and people dying in threes—"

"Murdered, Dad. Sacrificed actually." Stiles tells him.

"Whatever you want to call it. We still don't want you worrying." My Dad looked between Stiles and I. I pursed my lips together.

Guilt as been the one thing that was eating me alive last night. No matter how many times I tossed and turned, I didn't sleep. Not that I sleep anymore... Unless I'm with Stiles.

"I've got half the state, including FBI, coming in on this. They're not getting away with killing one of our own." Noah informed us.

"Dad, they killed Tara." Stiles whispered. I looked down at the ground. "She used to help me and Paige with our math homework when we had to wait at the station for you guys."

The bell rings, the four of us left awkwardly searching for something to say. "Get to class, okay?" Noah ended up saying.

"Espically you, Paige." Dad scruffs my hair.

"Dad." I whined, pushing him back. I give him a small, tired smile. He smiled back before leaving with Noah.

I stayed put while Stiles begins to walk to class. "Paige?" He calls and I wanted to ignore him, but I knew I couldn't. I still feel guilty, knowing I could've saved Tara. Tears begin to fill my eyes as I looked down at the ground. "Paige." He places a hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks gently, stepping closer to me.

I looked away from him. "Stiles, I could've helped saved her." I whisper. "I was the last one to see her. I knew something was wrong... I should've gone back and saved her. She wouldn't have been scarfised because of me—"

"Hey, shh." Stiles placed a finger on my lips, cutting me off and I shoot him a look. "This isn't your fault, okay? It's no ones... You don't need to feel guilty, Paigey. I can see it on your face. Did you get any sleep last night?"

I shook my head. "No. I barely get any, nowadays..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Stiles asks gently. I shrugged, not having an answer. "Alright, when was the last time you got sleep?"

I blushed a little, looking down at the ground. "When I was with you."

He smiled a little. "But... That was three days ago." I nodded. "Okay, you're sleeping in my bed tonight."

"Not complaining over here." I tease as we begin to walk to class, relisaing that we were a little late. But we didn't care, because we were with each other. While no one was around, Stiles quickly pulled me into a short kiss. "Okay, seriously, we should probably go before our teacher hates us."

He sighed. "Yeah." We slipped into the hallway with busy people.

"Why's it feel like something's changing? Like all this is just getting worse?" I asked, stepping in line as we make our way to class, the bell ringing for the second time. 

"You mean like time's running out." Stiles tells me. I nodded.

"We need to figure out who's doing this." I stress.

"Lydia said she saw a slashed up face. I don't know about you but I haven't met anyone lately with massive open wounds all over their face." Stiles informs me.

"Yeah, but I think this thing gets in your head. Like it can make you see whatever it wants you to see." I tell him. "You know, when I don't sleep this is usually what I think about—I have a bunch of ideas for what this could mean."

"What if it's just another kind of shape-shifter?" Stiles questioned me.

"Then it could be anyone." I realised. "Oh, why do they make it so hard?" I whined. "Why can't... Why can't we just not doing anything?"

"Trust me, as much as I want to do nothing, we can't." Stiles shakes his head. "Not when we say know too much."

I glanced at my peers around me. "Oh, to be a person with little clue." I almost scowled at myself. "Why did I have to be friends with you guys again?"

Stiles mouth dropped as he slowed down. "Hey! What's that suppose to mean?!"

⇉

Sitting in English class, Ms Blake walks down the isales of other students. I sit in front of Stiles, writing down some notes as she spoke.

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors and similes. All tools for the writer to tell their story." Ms Blake explains to us. I glanced at her. She pauses at Lydia's desk, noticing her drawing a picture of a leafless tree in her notebook. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."

"You and every guy I've ever dated." Lydia smirked up at her. I grinned, hiding a giggle.

"And that was an idiom by the way." Ms Blake smiled awkwardly. Unimpressed, Lydia goes back to drawing. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or culture."

She passes by Stiles and Scott, but not before giving them a knowing glance. The recognition of the secret they share. I'm here too, bitch. But, whatever. Keep fucking Derek. I rolled my eyes at turn to my desk, beginning to draw music notes on my books instead.

"They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying "jump the gun" is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or a phrase like "seeing the whole board."." Ms Blake continued.

"In chess." Stiles piped up.

"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?" Ms Blake asked.

"My father does." Stiles responds.

"Now when does an idiom become a cliché?" Ms Blake moves on.

I glanced back at Stiles. Scott leans into Stiles closely and I used my gift of being able to hear so clearly. I really do love this perk. Feeling other peoples emotions, not so much. "Paige. You listening?" I nod, keeping my head towards the board. "Good. I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk." Scott informed us.

"What do you want to do that for?" Stiles asked.

"The Emissaries are Druids, right? So what if the Darach was an Emissary to the Alphas?" Scott asked.

"First of all, I can't believe we've gotten to the point where a sentence like "what if the Darach was an Emissary to the Alphas" actually makes sense to me. Second, there's a huge problem with getting to Ethan." Stiles informed Scott and I smirked a little at Stiles' first sentence.

"What's that?" Scott asked.

"Going through Aiden."

"Since he's been back in school they're always together. How are we supposed to separate them again?" Stiles asked.

An idea popped into my head. I turn to the boys. "I know." The two boys stare at me before they both clicked onto what I was saying and we turned to Lydia, who was minding her business.

She glances up from her drawing and lets out a sigh. "What now?"

⇉

While other students drift through the hall below, Scott, Stiles and I corner Ethan in the stairwell. "Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not going to kill another one?" Ethan asked us, sending us a look.

"Is he looking at me? You threatening me? You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe and shove it right up your freaking—" Stiles begins to rant and I pull him back from getting too close to Ethan.

"Easy there." I pull him back. "I think he gets it."

Scott continues. "We're talking to you because I know you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again."

"You don't know what we owe them. Especially Deucalion." Ethan tells us.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't Alphas." Ethan explained to us.

"What were you?" Scott questioned him.

"Omegas." Ethan tells us and I didn't even try to hide my surprise. "In actual wolf packs the Omega's the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack. That was us."

"So, you and your brother were the bitches of the pack." Stiles spoke, causing me to giggle a little bit.

"Something like that." Ethan glared at me.

"Bitches." I repeat, rather enjoying it.

"Paige, stop." Scott tells me. I rolled my eyes, but continued to smile anyway. "What happened?"

"Our pack—they were killers. People talk about us as monsters. They're the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them." Ethan explained. 

"Why didn't you just fight back? Form Voltron Wolf and kick all their asses?" Stiles asked.

"We couldn't. We didn't know how to control it back then." Ethan informs.

"Deucalion taught you." Scott realises.

"And then we fought. We took on the whole pack, one-by-one. By the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life. We tore him apart. Literally." Ethan shrugs.

"Well, that was a heartwarming story." Stiles sarcastically said.

"What about your Emissary?" Scott asked. Ethan shakes his head with regret. "Then they're all dead? Kali and Ennis's too?"

"All except for Deucalion's." Ethan nods.

"You mean Morrell?" I asked. Before he can confirm it, Ethan flinches. A look of pain on his face, his hand moves to his chest.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Scott asked.

"Not me. My brother."

⇉

We rushed into the locker rooms, hearing growing, screaming, and fighting. I could hear Lydia's screams for it to stop and I begin to worry.

We walked in to see Aiden swings the weight up again, but Scott and Ethan grab him, yanking him back. The barbell plate clatters to the floor as I took a protective step in front of Cora who was down on the ground.

"Aiden, you can't do this!" Ethan snapped at his brother.

"She came at me." Aiden snarled.

"It doesn't matter. Kali gave Derek till the next full moon. You can't touch him or her." Ethan snapped. 

Aiden glares at them, breathless with anger. Until he sees Lydia gazing on him, horrified by his brutality. A few feet away, Cora barely seems able to hold herself up on the floor while Scott and I stand ready to defend her. 

Scott throws a pleading glance to Ethan who finally grabs his brother and pulls him out the door. Stiles kneels in front of Cora to help her up, but pauses when he sees the blood at her head. "Guys. I think she's pretty hurt."

I helped Cora up. "Come on." I tell her softly, bringing her closer to the mirror to try and help clean her up. I grabbed as much tissues as I can, dabbing her face with them to get rid of the fresh blood. Cora didn't try to fight it with me, and I could feel her anger. She has some serious anger issues right now. But, I guess she has a right.

"Are you okay?" Scott, Stiles, and Lydia take a cautious step closer to us.

"She doesn't look okay." Lydia spoke.

"I'll heal." Cora responds. The moment she steps away from the sink, however, Cora staggers. Scott and Stiles move to catch her, but she manages to grab the sink and steady herself. "I said I'm fine."

"Sweetheart, I can see brain matter coming out of your head. Not fine." I tell her sharply.

"You know how suicidally crazy that was? What do you think you're doing going after them?" Stiles asked her.

"I did it for Boyd. None of you were doing anything." Cora snapped.

"We're trying." Scott weakly responds.

"You're failing. All of you. You're a bunch of stupid teenagers running around thinking you can stop people from getting killed. But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies." Cora tells us the cold truth, making me feel more guilty.

As another drop of blood slips down her temple, Cora brushes past them and pushes out the door. "She's definitely a Hale. I'll make sure she gets home." Stiles went to peck me on the lips but I moved out of the way, giving him a subtle look. I hold my hands on his, giving him a tight smile.

"Okay, see you." I reply as casually as I could. Stiles turns around, keeping his head down and rushing out.

"What the hell was that?" Lydia blurted out, giving me a look.

I frowned at her, trying to play it cool. "What?"

"Please, don't act like I'm stupid." She glares at me. "Is something going on between you two?"

"No..." I squeaked out.

"You're lying." Scott jumps in. "Your heart beat went up."

"That's not fair! You cheated." I complained.

"Honey, not only did your heart give it away, but your voice did, too." Lydia gives me a pointed look. But then smiled. "Oh, my God. When did it happen? How did it happen? Give me all the details!"

I blushed heavily, glancing at Scott. "You guys cannot tell anyone! We aren't even an official couple..."

"But there's something." Lydia holds onto me for dear life. She wrapped her arms around me. "Oh, I've shipped you guys since day one."

"Lyds." I groaned. "I've got to go. The bell rang." The bell then rings. My face lights up. "Oh, my God. Perfect timing."

"You are telling me everything after school!" Lydia called out as I rushed out, feeling rather embarrassed.

⇉

"Hey, I'm sorry for calling, but I like—really need you right now." Stiles fumbled over his words a little as I placed my phone on my ear. I looked inside the glass window of the door frame, seeing the other music students sitting there.

"Stiles, you know I have this recital in the a few hours." I tell him.

"I know, I know. But, we have to tell our Dads today. Like, right now." Stiles stresses out. "Allison just told me that one of our Dad's could be next for a sacrifice. I need to tell them."

"Stiles." I whimpered out, scared. "No... No, I can't bail out of these guys... I..." I felt like I was having a panic attack, my breathing was getting diffuct and I could feel my hands beginning to shake. "Stiles..."

"Hey, hey," Stiles cooes me gently. "It's okay, Paige. It's okay. I'll tell them myself."

"No... No. I'll tell my Dad. I'll tell him he needs to get to school as fast as possible, and I'll tell him." I tell Stiles, my breathing uneven. I felt like I was drowning.

"Hey... Are you okay? Are you having a panic attack right now?" Stiles questoned me. I let out a whimper and let my back rest on one of the locker doors before sliding down to the ground. I could feel the tears spring to my eyes, remembering less than 24 hours ago I saw Tara. "Paige, you've got to listen to me. Just take deep breaths, okay? In hale, and exhale."

"I can't... I can't..." My voice cracks a little, shaking my head.

Suddenly, the door opens to the music room and Danny looked down at me, his face softening. "Paige?" He asks. My lips tremble as I refuse to cry. My phone pressed tightly against my ear, hearing Stiles call my name but I physically cannot hear him. "Hey, hey." He bends down in front of me. "Shall I take that?" He gestured towards my hone and I nod slowly, allowing him to take it. He looks down at it, before placing it on his ear. "Hey, Stiles... No, no, I've got her. Don't worry... Okay, thanks bye."

He hangs up and places the phone on the ground and shuffles closer to me. "Danny... I can't..." I feel my whole body shake, my heart hammering loudly.

"Just breath with me, okay?" Danny asks me and I nodded. He grabbed my hand gently and pulled it close to his heart. I could feel his entire relaxed body. I take deep breaths with him, copying his movements. In a matter of moments, I had calmed down and I pressed my head against the cold blue lockers.

"I'm sorry." I breathed out, relaxing my hand against my thigh that was placed on his heart.

Danny gives me a sympathy smile. "It's okay, Paige. What's wrong?"

"There are just so many people... Dying." I tell him. "I'm scared one of my friends will be next, my parents. And there's nothing I can do about it..."

"I know, it's scary," Danny agreed. "But at least the recital will remember those people, right?"

I smiled. "Yeah." I agreed with him. "Can I... Can you tell the teacher that I'm going to be gone for a bit? I just need a break."

Danny nods. "Yeah, of course. I'll see you soon?"

I smiled. "Yeah." I grabbed the phone that was sat beside me as Danny left. I ignored Stiles' messages and called my Dad. He picked up after two rings. "Dad? Hey."

"Hey, honey. Everything okay?" Dad asked me worriedly.

"I need to meet you at school. Like, urgently." I tell him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing! I just need to tell you something. Really important. And it can't be done over phone." I tell him quietly.

"Okay... I'll be there in half an hour." Dad informs me and I nod, hanging up. I let out a deep breath before grabbing my laptop and begin to do a presentation on the Supernatural.

I sat on that floor for 15 minutes, making slides cute to soften the blow. I put pictures of werewolves up there, hunters, silver, anything werewolf related.

Now I sit in a room with Dad, an empty one. This was Mr Harris' old room. "Now. Before I start my presentation." I begin, making sure my laptop was on the desk in front of him and I stood beside it. "I just want you to know, to keep an open mind about this all and please don't be mad at me."

"Okay... Sweetheart, I don't—"

"Shh. Phones off during this, too." I tell him. He turns off his phone and gives me his undivided attention. I take a deep breath before beginning to explain to him from start to finish. From the time where Scott was bitten, to the whole Matt situation, and finally, the Alphas.

Dad doesn't even flinch when I finished. He doesn't make a move to run. He doesn't looked shocked. He nods his head. "I know, Paige."

My mouth drops. "What?" I asked him, taking a seat next to him.

"I know about this world—But it's great to be caught up, you know." He nods.

"Wait! Hold on... So you knew this entire time?" I asked, bewildered. "Does Mom know?"

"She doesn't." My Dad shakes his head. "I'm good friends with Chris, actually. Allison's Dad. We were friends in high school. He told me all about this world."

"What?" I squeaked out. "And you supported him killing werewolves?"

"I didn't have choose in that matter." Dad tells me. "I didn't approve of it, and we grew apart. Barely see him anymore. But I think we're okay with that."

"Dad..." I grew nervous. "None of this has been easily. You know you could be sacfrised, right?" 

Dad nods. "I do know that. But it's not going to happen to me. I promise you that." He kisses my forehead. "I love you, Paige-Kennedy."

"I love you too, Dad." I smiled softly. "Wait... There's also one more thing. Um... I'm a werewolf, too."

Dad blinks, a bit surprised. "W—What?"

"Yeah." I showed him my yellow eyes, flashing them for a split second. I looked down. "Dad... I'm sorry. But, I didn't have a choice. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be a werewolf."

He sighs. "I still love you, honey." He gives me a warm hug. "It's not going to be easy." I hugged him back tightly. "Ah! You have a lot of strength."

I giggled. "You have no idea."

"No, seriously, I think you're cracking my ribs." He groaned out and I quickly pulled away.

"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry," I blurt out. He chuckled, holding his side.

He shakes his head. "It's okay, honey. I can't wait to see you at the recital tonight. You're playing the piano, right?"

"Yeah, with Mrs Li." I tell him. "We're going to be dueting on the grande piano. She'll have one, and I'll be on the other one. It's gonna sound beautiful."

"I know it will." He smiled warmly at me.

"Oh... And just so you know, Melissa already knows and Noah is about to know like, any hour now." I informed him. "I just had to tell you because of the scafrises. So you're aware of what's happening."

"Ah." He purses his lips together. "And by the way, Lucy comes soon."

"I know, Mom said." I nodded. "Next week, was it?"

"She's decided to come next semester. She's said because she's finialised the last pay of the rent, she might as well stay there for the entire month." Dad informed me.

"Okay." I agreed. "That's fair." I inhaled deeply. "I—I think I need to go. Practice, and stuff."

"Okay, good luck. Love you." He tells me as I shut my laptop close.

"Love you."

⇉

Standing in the room with Ms Blake, Aiden, the Prinicpal, and Lydia, Lydia tries to convince everyone to call the police. She suspects that a teacher is missing, and I'm guessing she's right. "I don't get why no one's calling the police." Lydia fumes.

"They're going to make an announcement over the PA—" Ms Blake was cut off.

"That's not going to do anything. I told you he's gone, like the others. Taken." Lydia insists.

"Okay, we're just trying to understand. All we know is that Mr. Westover didn't show up for class." Ms Blake had her arms crossed.

"And the last time that happened was Mr. Harris. Anyone heard from him lately?" Lydia cocks her head. I looked at the door, seeing Scott and Ethan pushing their way through the crowd. Lydia pulls away from Aiden and heads to the chalk board. "He's gone and he's going to be the second murder."

She points to the number two in the circle. "But, Lydia, you wrote that number." Ms Blake reminded her.

"Okay, fine. I'm psychic." Lydia lies.

"You're psychic?" Ms Blake looked at her in disbelief.

"I'm something." She stresses. She looks at the faces in frustration, getting only sympathetic stares.

"A Deputy and a teacher? What's the pattern?" I heard Ethan ask Scott and I turned to look at them.

"I don't know." Scott answers. His eyes focus on the board where the Five Fold symbol remains scrawled in chalk. 

⇉

I take a seat on the grande piano next to Ms Li, on the other piano. "You're going to be great, Paige." She tells me but her voice is drowned out by the constant chatter of different people below who came to watch. My Dad came to watch, but my Mom was still working. I know Scott, Lydia, and Stiles are watching.

I sent Ms Li a smile though, the bright lights makes me squint. I glanced over to see Danny impatiently waits for Ethan to knot his tie for him amongst the other students. "I know how to tie my own tie." Danny tells him softly.

"You know how to do it badly. Now it's perfect." Ethan teased. He straightens the knotted tie. Then smooths out Danny's hair. Checks his sport coat. Pops a mint into his mouth. Then looks on him with pride. "Still nervous?"

"All good." Danny spoke. Ethan's eyes made their way over to me. I sent him a small glare before looking down at the piano, and then the music sheets. I let out a shaky breath. 

"Listen,  if anything happens... find me. Okay? Find me first." I hear Ethan insist. I glanced back, watching Ethan take a step back off stage. After Ms Blake announces that it will be starting soon, soon after the whole stadium was quiet.

My nerves vanish when it went all quiet. The conductor whips his wand furiously up and down, guiding the players through a classical piece as we begin to play. My hands are gliding along the piano keys, I was feeling calm and at peace.

Music filled my ears and I smiled, flipping the pages of the sheet musics every time I needed too. After awhile of playing, I noticed an odd singing note began to play. I looked at Danny amongst the class and he makes eye contact with me, noticing it, too.

We didn't practice this, at all.

It was a chanting, beginning to rise and rise. My heart was pounding and my eyes darting everywhere worriedly, I tried to concentrate, but nothing was working. I flinched, almost losing my balance from tfplaying the keys when I heard Lydia's loud piercing scream.

I heard the sound of wire snapping and I stopped playing, my hands slipping and making an awful noise as I see Ms Li's throat being slashed opened with one of the wires. I let out a terrified scream, pushing my chair back and far away from her as she falls to the ground, blood leaving her neck.

Screams erupt from the audience, people rising in shock. Everyone was rushing off the stage but me as I stare horrified. Slowly, I rise to my seat, looking down at the audience seeing everyone leaving in a rush. I gulped nervously and turned back to Ms Li.

I bend down slowly to inspect her. I let out another scream when I felt a hand place on my shoulder, I turn to see Allison, Isaac, Argent, standing there with concern looks. White berries gurgle up from her open mouth.

"Mistletoe."

—Ella Speaks

So, Paige's father already knew. Him and Chris knew each other throughout high school, and they were very close. Yay, now he knows <3

Poor Paige, witnessing it right in front of her...