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Chapter One

It was loud in the bathroom with the water from my shower warming up and the music player blaring a track off the playlist Matt had made me a few months ago. We might not be a couple anymore, but he could make a damn good playlist and I was NOT about to waste a good mix, especially one with Bruno Mars.

Never had much faith in love, or miraaaaaaacles

Tomorrow was the first day of school and I had already fielded three calls from Lydia about my outfit choices. The bathroom floor was covered in tights and skirts; it was a disaster. Scott was not going to be happy when he wanders in here at 3am to pee. I pursed my lips and I let out a groan as I scooped up my clothing piles. I was NOT going to be happy when he wanders in and pees on my clothes in his sleepy state.

I was just about to step into the shower when I heard a loud thump outside the bathroom window. I turned the MP3 player off and wandered out into the hall. I clutched my cotton robe tighter around me, "Scott?"

My brother's shaggy head popped out from his doorway, eyes wide "Was that you?"

Huffing, I rolled my eyes "Yes, that's why I'm out here investigating the noise too"

He ignored my comment, grabbing the steel baseball bat from the hall closet as another thump resonated through the hallway. He crept down the stairs with the bat raised and I followed close behind him. It was probably just a raccoon. Or a giant squirrel. Or an ax murderer who was going to kill me in my robe. Fear crept into my throat as Scott slowly opened the front door, edging onto the porch. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to leave my twin to face it alone. I'd be the worst sister in the world, even if it meant my untimely demise covered in purple floral cotton. The cold fall air hit my bare legs and I grabbed onto the back of Scott's shirt, pulling myself closer to him. "Hello? Is anyone out here?" I called, my voice shaking slightly.

Suddenly, from the edge of the roof a figure swung down. I felt Scott jump under my fingers as I clawed onto him, screaming loudly as he swung the bat back and prepared to strike. He froze mid swing, lowering the bat.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were a predator!" Scott shouted.

"You weren't answering your phone!" my head lifted out of Scott's back, releasing my death like vice on his shirt. My terror swiftly changed to anger upon making eye contact with the brown eyed best friend of my brother hanging upside-down from our trellis. His eyes grew wide upon meeting mine, "Uh hey Scarlett. nice uh night? You ready for school tomorrow…love the robe,"

"Stiles! You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing?" I demanded, one hand anchoring on my hip as I regained my confidence. I was not about to be murdered and I was furious.

Stiles' eyes shift to Scott, excitement evident on his face "I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatched called. They're bringing in every officer from the department and even the state police!"

Beacon Hills was a quiet place, obviously there were issues, but this wasn't a "Sons of Anarchy" kind of Nor Cal. If they were calling in that many cops, it was something big. Whatever it was Stiles was trying to rope Scott into it. They still acted like they were nine years old.

"For what?" Scott asked, curiosity growing.

Stiles licked his lips before replying, "Two joggers found a body in the woods"

"A dead body?" I glanced at Scott sideways, eyebrows raising. I swear we are twins, definitely related. I guess I just sucked all the common sense out of him in the womb.

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body!" Stiles exclaimed, wiggling back at forth. He reached up towards his feet to try to free himself, but before he could his shoes slipped free and sent him crashing to the porch. I started to kneel to help Stiles to his feet, but he wildly jumped up adjusting his plaid shirt and hoodie. He smiled widely at me, "I'm good!"

"Hold on. If they found a body, what are they looking for now?" Scott inquired. I looked back to Stiles, "Well?"

He was positively beaming. "That's the best part. They only found half."

Scott grinned back at him and they high-fived. I groaned, "You two are disgusting. There's some poor dead girl out there and you're high-fiving. Let me guess, you're going to go Sherlock out the other half?"

The two of them stood there silently and that's all the confirmation I needed. Idiots. I shook my head and walked back into the house, shivering from standing out in the fall air for so long. The boys followed me inside, now talking in hushed voices behind me on the stairs. I peaked in Mom's room to see she was sprawled out on her bed, still in her scrubs. She always was a sound sleeper when she was home between shifts and I was thankful Stiles and his idiotic entrance didn't wake her. I leaned against her door once closed, narrowing my eyes as Scott sat on his bed tying his shoes. Stiles loitered in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot. He pointed at the bathroom door, "There's water running"

Oh crap, my shower. I ran into the bathroom, yanking back the shower curtain and stuck a hand under the water. Ice cold. "Damn it!" I hissed under my breath and turned the water off. I yanked my cell off the MP3 player where I had abandoned it, noting the 2 missed calls and 5 text messages from Lydia. She was going to love picking me up later than her perfectly scheduled time in the morning thank to my rescheduled shower.

"Thank you Stiles. I was going to take a nice long shower before bed, but now the water has run cold thanks to your murderer noises"

Scott appeared behind Stiles, zipping up his hoodie. "Take a cold shower then Scarlett" I growled at him and he just grinned back. Having a brother was such a pain in the ass, especially one who was so different than I was.

I stormed past them into my room, closing the door. Still mad about how my night turned out I wrenched open the door just as the two of them were starting down the stairs. "Try not to become bodies number two and three, shall we?"

"Thanks for the concern sis!" Scott smiled back before disappearing into the dark. I huffed, flopping back onto my bed and finally glancing at my phone. I had been kidding about Scott getting hurt at the Beacon Hills Reserve, but the worry was gnawing at me. I should stay up to see if they find anything. My phone buzzed again with a new text. I knew I should reply, but before I could hit send my eyes grew heavy and my phone slid out of my hands onto the floor. Lydia, my shower, and whatever Scott found in the woods would have to wait till morning.