"Scott!" Eli knocked on the door harshly, "Let me out of here, do you realize my wrist is no longer attached to my bone? It's starting to hurt!"

"Just, hang on, Eli!" Scott tried to reassure him.

"I could also call my mom, she's a police officer!" Eli hit the door with his forehead, "I'm only sixteen, you could be charge for kidnapping."

"My dads the sheriff, Eli. Hold your anxious behind on." Stiles knocked on the door harshly, making Eli sit down on the bed and cradle his hand. Stiles looked at Scott from the other side of the door, "Somethings weird about this kid."

"I can hear you!" Eli huffed, "You're weirder!"

"Eli, look, I know you probably have a lot of questions." Scott tried to be the peace between the pair, leaning on the door, "I'm gonna explain everything, I just need to talk to Liam first."

"You gonna bite his hand off again?" Eli's voice was closer, indicating he got up and walked closer to the door again, "Are the two of you cannibals? Are you gonna eat us? Are you gonna roast me?"

Stiles squeezed the bridge of his nose in disbelief.

"It's nothing like that, just give me a little time." Scott waved Stiles off to avoid him saying another about the younger boys latest comment, "How's your hand? I'm gonna take you to my mom when I get through to Liam."

"Well, it hurts pretty bad, but you ate Liams hand off so I don't think this is that big of a deal." Eli's comment made Scott almost laugh, not because it was funny that he'd been so determined that he ate Liams hand, but because he was so terribly serious and casual about it.

"If you tell your mom, I'll have to string you up by your ankles." Stiles spoke with a knock at the door, "Yes?"

"My ankles?" Eli gapped, Stiles could picture his mouth falling in disbelief, "How rude."

"Yeah, well-"Stiles began, stopping suddenly as him and Scott shared a similar look, "Was that- did you just quote star wars?"

Eli flushed with wide eyes, "I want out of this room!"

"One second, okay?" Scott called quickly as he went down the hall toward the bathroom, "Just hang on, Eli!"

"Yeah, hang on. Little shit." Stiles agreed as he followed Scott into the bathroom.

"I can still hear you!" Eli huffed from inside Scott's room.

Eli occupied himself by looking through Scott's clothes, picking a few off the floor and putting them into the hamper in the corner. He rocked in his heels, broken wrist still held to his chest. Eli pulled one of Scott's jackets from his closet, smelling the laundry detergent on it. Before he had the chance to put it back and mess with anything else, a yell and a loud crash echoed from down the hall.

The light shade of brows frowned together, approaching the door just as it swung open, the entire door coming off. Eli gapped at it, Liam on the other side, "Eli, we gotta go!"

"Where are those juniors?" Eli asked as Liam pulled him from the room, "Broken wrist, broken wrist."

"Get him!" Stiles yelled, him and Scott falling out of his door. The duo shared an uneasy look, both yelling, before the four were tumbling down the stairs together. As they hit the bottom, each of them gave their own groans of pain and huffed. Eli, already nurturing a broken wrist, considering just laying here and letting the cannibals have him if they wanted him so bad.

But Liam on the other hand grabbed hold of his sweater vest and yanked him to his feet, the pair taking off through the woods together.

"Eli, if anyone tries to hurt you, you tell them you have a gun." Adeline, Eli's mom, spoke as she dropped him off at school the next morning. She'd been dressed in her deputy uniform, rolling up in her patrol car. After Eli got his hand in a cast last night, he wasn't able to ride his skateboard to school like he usually did.

"I would be considering a school shooter then." Eli gapped at his mom, unbuckling his seat belt.

"Then say you have a knife." Adelaide suggested.

"Mama." Eli whined with a huff her way, "I'll be fine."

"I know." Adelaide rubbed his cheek with a sad smile, "Okay, go on then, you've already made me late."

"Are you picking me up?" Eli asked, crawling out of the car and grabbing his bag in the back.

"Your dad was actually wanting to get you today." Adeline forced a smile, seeing her sons look of disbelief, "You haven't seen him in two months."

"Tell him I have plans after school." Eli frowned, shutting the door with a small wave, "Bye."

"Jag älskar dig!" she called after rolling down the window.

Eli reddened in the face as he looked back at her, "Jag älskar dig."

"What does that mean?" Mason gave a snort as he leaned on the column, watching Eli walked up, "Some super secret police code?"

"It's I love you in Swedish." Eli said back, digging a sharpie from his bag, "Wanna sign my hand?"

"What'd you do?" Mason asked, popping the lid off as he signed right under Liams name, the only name on the green cast, and popped the lid back on.

"Flew off my bike trying to take a picture of a bird." Eli nodded his head, sticking with the story him and Liam went over last night, "It will be off in six weeks."

"I'm starting to think maybe you should stick to taking pictures of objects that aren't flying through the air." Mason commented with a odd look suddenly, "Wait, I saw you break your camera yesterday."

Panic set in as Eli's eyes went wide, heart hitting his rib cage, Scott hearing it from across the courtyard, "I was taking it with my phone. Did you grab my camera?"

"No, I hurried to the nurses office to check on Liam but you guys had already gone to the hospital. When I went back, it was gone." Mason said as Eli frowned, biting his nails, "Can your mom get you a new one?"

"Maybe, she made me clean the shutters for it last time." Eli rocked one his heels, today's sweater vest being black over a white tee, "Maybe I can use the broken wrist card."

Mason laughed, "Bet it'll work."

"Eli!" Liams voice called as he ran toward the pair.

"Liam, why weren't you on the bus?" Mason tugged on his backpack, taking noticing of the Dunbar boy joining them.

"I ran." Liam breathed heavy, catching his breath.

"You ran three miles to school?" Mason gapped in disbelief.

"It's best to exercise in the mornings." Eli pointed out, trying to save Liam, "I read that on a post-pregnancy blog. It also said to eat your placenta to help with postpartum depression."

"Why were you on a post-pregnancy blog?" Mason gave a look of disbelief his way.

Eli gave an uncomfortable adjustment to his standing position, "I just like to read, Mason."

The boy looked back at Liam, "So I guess your legs okay? What happened to your arm? You fall off Eli's bike too?"

Liam took heavily breaths, looking down at the wrapped cut on his forearm, where he'd gotten bite. Liam leaned on the bench, gasping for air. Mason gave a panicked look, Eli rubbing Liams back, "Deep breaths, Liam. Shut your eyes and try to tune everything else out for a second."

"Dude, are you okay?" Mason came onto his other side, "Anxiety attack?"

Liam sat up and looked his way, "I'll-i'll talk to you later. I gotta get to class."

Eli's attempt to figure out what happened last night was not going so well. He had a notebook, one his therapist gave him to write his feelings in. Instead, he'd been using it to list off possible outcomes from last night, the most likely ones in green, the less likely in red.

Eli's list to explain what the hell happened last night.

1.Drugs.
2. Cannibals.
3. Possibly murderers.
4. A sex cult that revolves around a religion.

Obviously, the last one had been written in red. To his dismay, he hadn't had much time to go on with his list when his broke camera dropped onto his desk. Looking up, his eyes went wide at Malia standing above him.

"Your wearing a sweater vest again." Malia gave him an odd look, taking her chair infront of him but keeping her body turned his way, "How many do you have?"

"Six." Eli spoke as he picked up his broken camera, "She's dead."

"She?" Malia gapped.

"My camera." Eli frowned before looking at Malia again, "Almost seven-hundred dollars straight down the drain."

"Why would you flush-" Malia tried to comprehend before huffing, "Do you ever talk normal?"

Eli rose his eyebrows.

Malia waved him off, "My friends having a party, you have to come."

"Oh-OH! Well, I don't, with you?" Eli stumbled over his words terribly, not expecting Malia to lay that on him so quickly.

She gave a dumb founded expression, "Yeah."

Eli flushed in the face, "I-Okay, yeah, how fun."

Malia looked at his wrist, "Why are their names?"

Eli looked at Liam and Masons names, "Just my friends."

"Why?" she questioned, clearly not understanding why they wrote on his cast.

"Well, it doesn't affect it or anything." Eli shook his head quickly, trying to ease her clear confusion, "I'm not really sure why people sign it, but it's just something some people do. I had a friend once, Brett, he had fifty signatures by the time he got his off. But he only had his one for two days, so I kinda think he just wore it to see who all would sign it. Pretty crazy, isn't it?"

Malia met his eye with a single nod, "Where they all from the same people?"

"No, he just had a lot of friends." Eli flushed in his face slightly, feeling embarrassed. He wished he didn't tell her that, because now, he seemed like a complete loser with two friends instead of fifty like Brett had. Malia turning back in her seat made his heart sink, apart of him wanting to get up and run for the hills in embarrassment.

Then she turned back around with a sharpie in her hand.

Eli's heart began to beat terribly, feeing like an anxiety attack all over but without the feeling like he couldn't breath. Malia glared at his chest a second, grabbing hold of his wrist harshly and pulling it her way. It hurt for just a moment, but he didn't bother to say anything. A large, boyish grin went across his face as Malia began to write her first name in large, uneven, capital letters.

When she pulled back, her name took up the entire cast.

"Thanks." Eli grinned at her, showing off his teeth.

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