𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

We all exit the bus and I take in the sight of the motel in front of us.

"I've seen worse" Scott comments.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asks in disbelief.

"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow" Coach announces "This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely"

Scott grabs a key and Stiles grabs my arm, dragging me after my brother.

"And i'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" The man adds.

We reach the room and I slip off my jacket, flopping onto one of the beds.

"Why can't I share with Lydia and Allison?" I whine.

"Because I want to keep an eye on you after you losing your cool with Isaac" Scott declares.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" I ask, propping my head up on my hand.

"Wherever the hell you want. As long as I can see you" My brother sasses me and I shoot him a glare.

"I guess I'll sleep with Stiles then" I challenge him and instead of being mad like I imagined him to be, he smirks widely.

"Go for it, witchie" He dares me.

"Okay, I will" I retort, getting up off the bed I'm laying on and walking over to the one Stiles is on.

I plop down next to the Stilinski boy who is looking between my brother and I with wide eyes. My back hits the bed and Stiles clears his throat awkwardly.

"All right...so I have four" The dorky boy announces.

"Four? You have four suspects?" Scott asks in surprise.

"Yeah, it was originally 10. Well, nine, technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice" Stiles explains.

"So who's number one?" I ask curiously.

"Harris?" Scott suggests.

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead" Stiles answers.

"So if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices" I state sarcastically.

"Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head" Stiles sighs.

"Well, what if it's somebody else from school? Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people" Scott says.

"Excuse me? I'm sorry, what?" Stiles snaps, shooting up off the bed "Yes, we did. I called that from day one, actually"

"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt" Scott replies.

"I was serious. I was quite serious, actually" Stiles retorts "Deadly serious. No one listened to me"

"So what I've learned from this conversation is to listen to Stiles from now on" I comment, propping myself up on my elbows.

"Thank you!" Stiles huffs, pointing at me.

"Who were the other three?" Scott asks, ignoring us.

"Derek's sister, Cora. No one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister" Stiles answers.

"I know her" I argue in defence of my friend "I've known Cora since I was 12. She's not sacrificing anyone"

"Just listen to me, Natalia" Stiles complains and I roll my eyes "Next, your boss"

"My boss?" Scott asks in disbelief.

"Yeah, your boss. I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know. Freaks me out" Stiles explains and we both look at him sheepishly "Oh my God. Have you both still not seen Star Wars?"

"I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie" Scott promises and Stiles looks at me.

"I refuse. I wouldn't watch Star Wars even if it was the only movie left on earth" I tell the boy who looks physically pained to hear me say it "You'd have to tie me down and make me"

"I'm taking that as permission to tie you down and make you watch it" Stiles replies with a grin and I open my mouth to protest but Scott interrupts me.

"Who was the last one?" My brother asks and Stiles hesitates before answering.

"Lydia" He answers, sitting down next to me "She was totally controlled by Peter and she had no idea, so..."

Both boys let out a sigh and flop back onto the bed. Stiles' hand brushes against my own and my body heats up, my eyes burning pink. I pull my hand away and close my eyes, trying my best to calm my raging heartbeat.

The Stilinski boy's eyes burn into my face and I open my own, turning my head to look at him through my calm brown eyes. I feel his pointer finger touch mine, slightly curling around it and butterflies erupt in my stomach. His big brown eyes sparkle with something I've never seen before and it scares the crap out of me.

I pull my hand away from the boy, jumping up off the bed and both boys look at me in confusion.

"You good, Natty?" Scott asks me.

"Everything's good- It's great! I- Uh...I just really need some fresh air" I stutter out before exiting the room, slamming the door closed behind me.

I lean on the railing and take in a deep breath, my thoughts running at a million miles per minute.

Never once in my life have I felt the way that I feel when I'm around Stiles. He annoys the hell out of me and makes me want to beat the shit out of him while simultaneously making me laugh and knocking my guard down.

Before I think too much into a small moment of weakness, I stop and remind myself who I'm thinking about.

Stiles Stilinski. My brother's best friend since we were all children. The dork I've picked on yet stood up for since the moment we met. Stiles fucking Stilinski.

snap out of it, Natalia! he's not even your type! he's all dorky and soft..

I shake my head and decide to take a walk to clear my mind. As I round the corner, I see Lydia walking up the stairs with a worried look on her face.

"Hey, Lyds!" I holler as I get closer and she turns to me in surprise.

"Oh, thank God" She sighs, grabbing my arm and tugging me along as she walks "Did you know this motel has the highest suicide count in California?"

"Are you being serious?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yes. 198 of them" She answers as we enter their room.

"198 what?" Allison asks from the shower.

Lydia gives the girl a towel and begins to tell the both of us about her encounter with the receptionist. We listen carefully as Allison gets dressed and I sit down on the bed next to the strawberry blonde.

"198?" Allison questions as Lydia finishes.

"Yes" Lydia answers.

"Are you sure?" I ask in shock.

"Yes. And we're talking 40 years. On average that's 4.95 a year, which...is actually expected" Lydia rants "But who commemorates that with a framed number? Who does that? Who?"

"All suicides?" Allison asks curiously.

"Yes" Lydia nods "Hanging, throat cutting, pill popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun-in-the-mouth suicides. I don't know about you, but me, I..."

"Did you hear that?" The Martin girl asks with a distant look on her face.

"Hear what?" Allison and I reply in unison.

Lydia slowly turns her head to look at the air conditioning vent and I share a look of concern with Allison. The strawberry blonde haired girl gets up onto the bed and walks up to the vent, staring at it as if she can hear something that we can't.

"Lydia?" Allison speaks up as the girl's breathing becomes shaky and uneven.

"Lyds, talk to us" I plead in worry.

"Oh my God" Lydia breathes out.

She suddenly gasps loudly, jumping back and smacking her hand over her mouth to smother the sob of horror that leaves her lips.

"What is it, Lydia? What happened?" Allison asks her.

"Didn't you hear that?" She asks us in disbelief.

"Hear what?" I frown in confusion.

"The two people in the other room, they shot each other" Lydia tells us, climbing off the bed.

The Martin girl races out the room and I share a look with Allison before we chase after her.

"Lydia!" Allison calls out.

"Wait up!" I huff.

We all reach the door and Lydia pushes it open, the door creaking in a way that makes me feel uneasy.

"Hello?" Lydia speaks.

She then tries to flip on the light switch but it just clicks, indicating that it is broken.

"Lydia, what are you doing?" Allison hisses as Lydia enters the dark room, walking away from us.

"Hello?" Lydia calls out once again as we follow her inside.

A light turns on and I jump, but relax once I see Lydia standing next to the light. I look around the room and a frown makes it's way onto my lips when I see that the room is under construction.

"Are you sure this was the room, Lyds?" I ask the girl.

"It had to be right here" She answers "It was a guy and a girl, and they sounded younger, but- They were here"

"We believe you" Allison assures her and I nod, backing up the Argent girl "After everything we've been through, I believe you"

"Let's just go back to your room, yeah?" I suggest.

"Yeah" Lydia sighs.