♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 twenty-three

everything has changed

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

STILES STILINSKI stood in the empty halls of Beacon Hills High as his father and the deputy explained their presence at the school. "I couldn't find her, I just figured she'd hooked up with her other friends." he turned to his father. "Has no one really seen her since last night?"

"No." Noah sighed deeply. "We put out an APB, but... Stiles, all her friends say you were the last person who saw her."

"Me?"

Inside the classroom, Scott McCall could hear every word they spoke. But unusually, so could Dallie. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on something else but both of the Stilinski's voices rang in her head. "We just hope that its a series of bad decisions based on too much to drink." the Sheriff halted. "But if you remember anything else, you call me. All right?"

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Allison scribbled the mark that was left on her notebook as her two bestfriends sat at the library table. Dallie nudged Lydia with her elbow lightly as the infamous twins walked by. The brunette raised her eyes from her phone and connected it with one of the twins. "You should get one."

"I want one." Lydia dropped her head to the side. Allison's ears perked up and she turned her head to where the girls were looking. 

"Which one?" She grinned at them as the two girls shared a knowing look. 

"The straight one, honey." Lydia leant forward and placed her head on the side of her hand. Dallas knew how much she needed to get over Jackson - and he seemed to be the perfect candidate. Allison turned back to the twins as she watched the other eye Danny Māhealani like eye candy. "I'm calling dibs." The redhead spoke again causing the cheerleader to chuckle.

"Take him, muscely isn't my type anyways." 

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"So, you think they kidnaped Heather to turn her?"  Scott made his way down the halls of Beacon High with Stiles by his side as usual.

"Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers." 

Scott seemed to be having trouble wrapping his head around the boy's conspiracy. "But what would a pack of Alpha's need with a Beta?"

"Scott, I don't know. I don't care." Stiles spoke with a heavy heart. "I just, this is the only thing I have control over right now. Will you just help me find her?"

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Dallie sat at the dinner table with her father. It was deathly silent as she avoided his look. They hadn't spoke properly in weeks - not since the day he told her about her mother's unfortunate passing. The scraping of the metal against their plate echoed in her ears and she tried to choke down the wince. The Latina picked her head up as she once again heard the familiar humming. Her father noticed her distraction and quirked a thick brow. "What is it?"

"It's nothing," she cut herself off as the humming was overpowered by banshee screaming. The girl held her hands over her ears and let out a terrible whimper of pain. "You don't hear that?"

The pain in her ears grew stronger as her father dashed up from the table and knelt beside her. More yelps of pain left her soft lips and her father grew sick with worry. "Dallie, look at me." he hissed out. He knew starving her out would cause her pain, but he never prepared himself for this. "Dallas!" he yanked her hands away from her ears.

Red liquid stained her fingers and the bottoms of ears. He stepped back as he stared down at her. "Your ears.." he mumbled out. "They're bleeding."

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The next day, at school, Stiles pulled his jacket over his shoulders in the lockerroom and conspiraced about the recent murders in Beacon Hills. "I looked everywhere. It's like he just walked away. Left his car, his dog." Scott notified the boy amount the missing customer at the pet clinic. 

"Okay, was he like.. could he have been a virgin, maybe?"  Stiles tried to sound as less conspicuous as possible. "Did he look like a virgin? Was he, you know, virginal?"

The Lycan shook his head. "No, definitely not." he deadpanned. "Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients." the boy mocked. "It's a new policy."

He chuckled at Stiles' serious face before dropping his mockery and sighing heavily. "No, I don't know if he was a virgin." Scott furrowed his eyebrows. "And why are you talking like he's already dead? He's just missing."

The Stilinski boy began to audibly freak out and waved his hands around as he spoke. "Missing and presumed dead because he's probably a virgin, Scott." he hissed and slung his bag over his shoulder as he left the locker room. "And you know who else is a virgin? Me. I'm a virgin, okay? And you know what that means?  It means that my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life." The boy glanced around. "Okay, I need to have sex, like, right now. Someone needs to sex me like, today." 

Dallie cleared her throat from beside the two, Stiles gave her a wide-eyed expression before trying to explain himself. However, she dismissed him with the wave of her hand. "There's a lot of things about you two that I'm genuinely curious about, but that is not one of them." she deadpanned. "Where's Danny?"

Scott shrugged his shoulders before speaking up. "He left practice early. Why? Is he in trouble?"

The brunette crossed her arms and huffed. "Define trouble. Coach wanted me to give him this." she passed the McCall a purple detention slip. "Oh, and, uh, try and keep him out of your wolf drama. Cause I will skin you. Both of you." she flickered her eyes to Stiles who nodded along.

"Duely noted."

"Garcia!" Her name was called by Coach Finstock as he pulled her aside. "We got a new kid. I have a lacrosse team to coach, so I'm counting on you to show him around." The girl opened her mouth to protest but he overpowered it. "Unless you want extra homework next week."

She sighed heavily and nodded along. He gave her a satisfied grin and nodded behind him. As Finstock threw himself back inside the locker rooms, the girl lay eyes on the new boy - a boy she had seen before.

He connected eyes with her and gave her a nostalgic smile. "Louis?" she furrowed her eyebrows and stepped towards him. "Louis.. Morelli?" 

Louis was a jump back in time for Dallie. She remembered how much she'd see him at the ice rink when she was younger. Whenever her mother would drop her off, he'd watch her skate from the stands and they'd often share snowcones.  When her mother disappeared - or left, as she now knew, - she never really saw him again. He was enrolled at another school and the only time they saw each other was at that the special ice rink they both adored so much. 

"Dallas?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I.. I didn't even recognise you. How are you?" 

She was unable to wipe the grin from her face as they both made their way down the halls of Beacon Hills High. "I'm great. You didn't tell me you transferred here."

"Well, It has been years since we spoke." he cleared his throat and dropped his eyes to the floor. "You never came to the ice rink again. I just assumed you had moved, or something. That was, until I heard about your mother. I'm sorry about that by the way." he paused. "How's your dad, anyways?"

She swallowed dryly while nodding along. "Still trying to sue anything that moves." she chuckled at him. "What's with the sudden move?" she initiated small-talk with the boy as he readjusted his backpack strap.

"Beacon Hills High has the best lacrosse team in the state, right?" he glanced at her. She then noticed the lacrosse stick hanging from his backpack and dropped her jaw.

"You're signing up?"

"Do you not want me to.. or-"

She cut him off with the consistent shake of her head and laughter. "No, no that's not it. I cheer for that team." she pursed her lips. "I traded out my skates for pompoms years ago." 

His lips parted and his smile stretched across his face. "Small word, huh?"

"Tiny." she deadpanned, giving him a curious look. 

They both approached the lacrosse field and Dallie rolled her eyes at the aggressive training the boys were undergoing. "This is the lacrosse field. Left side is reserved for the lacrosse team," she paused, wiggling her fingers while waving at her cheer team from the other side. "And the right side is for the cheer team. What's your first class?"

He gazed through his timetable and he felt the girl peer from over his shoulder. "Yikes, you've got Mr Harris for Chemistry." the Latina narrowed her eyes. "But hey, I'm in that class too, so consider your crisis averted." 

Louis chuckled at her headstrong behaviour and subtle comments before splitting another grin. "Oh, and you're with Lydia for Math. She's my best friend, tell her I sent you and you wont suffer her wrath like most boys do."  She continued. 

"This school seems very intimidating." He deadpanned, hearing Coach Finstock's yells from the field and the student's groans and whimpers. 

"Eh, you get used to it."

Before the brunette could speak again, a particular redhead and Mahealani caught her off-guard. "Hey, Dallie-" Lydia stopped mid-sentence as she saw the boy. "Who is this?" 

The redhead stepped closer and examined him while Dallas rolled her eyes. "Louis, Lydia," she huffed. "Lydia, Louis. He's an old friend from my ice-skating days, he just moved schools."

From the lacrosse field, Stiles Stilinski couldn't avert his eyes from the new boy. He nudged Scott who glanced up from his lacrosse stick. "Who's that?"

Scott wracked his brain for an answer and recalled seeing him in the guidance counsellor's office while passing by. "Lewis something?" he quirked. "I don't know, he's new." 

"I don't like him."

"You don't even know him." The werewolf rolled his eyes. 

"Still don't like him."

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At Lunch, Lydia, Allison and Dallas studied Louis' timetable as him and Danny conversed about Lacrosse. "You think you could you could get me on first line?" Louis furrowed his eyebrows as the Mahaleani nodded. 

"Well, you'll have to pass tryouts first, but speak to Scott McCall. He's the Captain." he nodded his head over to the table to where Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey and Stiles Stilinski sat, the last boy sending not-so-subtle glares to the Morelli.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Isaac swallowed his apple pieces and spoke to McCall, who also noticed the Stilinski's erratic behaviour. 

"He's got it out for the new kid." the werewolf replied rather boredly, more so intrigued in Allison than Stiles. 

"None of you find it a little weird that he transfers here the exact moment these murders start happening? None of you?" 

Isaac and Scott shared a look and shrugged. "Stiles, he's human. I'd know it if he wasn't. You just don't like the fact that he's talking to Dallie."

"Or maybe it has something to do with the virgin sacrifices he's committing on the sly, I don't know." Stiles commented sarcastically, angrily sipping on his orange juice. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, both werewolves could smell his jealousy from their lunch table. 

From afar, Louis seemed to fall easily into Lydia's clique, becoming something of a friend. He became the school's newest subject and all attention to Allison's family drama seemed to melt away, which she was thankful for. What Dallie never expected, however, is how the boy seemed to fit the hole she had inside of her heart. Maybe it was the sweet nostalgia of happy days, or the way he distracted her from all the bitterness around her. Dallas wasn't sure what it was, but she hoped it was a good thing. 

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