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"You're sure it was her?" Stiles dad asked the three of us, to which we all nodded.
"I looked her right in the eyes, and they glowed. Just like mine." Scott replied, as I played with the armholes of my sweater.
"It makes sense, dad." Stiles chimed in.
"But it wasn't a girl, it was a coyote. Right?" The sheriff questioned, writing something down on a note pad. I shuffled nervously. Honestly, even after all these years, I get a little anxious being around Stiles dad.
"But yeah, see, that's the point that we don't exactly have figured out yet." Stiles was talking with his hands, which is a frequent occurrence.
"Okay, but if it was a full moon then terrible things could've happened. Think about it. They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies. Except Malia." I chimed in, setting a possible scenario.
"She blames herself, all right? Goes off running into the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote." Stiles finishes the scenario for me, facing his dad.
"That makes sense." His dad replied and let out a sigh. Stiles nodded, looking at me.
"In a Chinese folktale! This is insane, guys." He added, going on to tell us to keep everything quiet. We all nodded in agreement and walked away.
Later on that night, Mr. Tate identified the doll we found as Malia's, and the case was re-opened.
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I stepped into the chemistry class, followed by Stiles, Scott, and Lydia. We all made our way to our normal seats, all next to each other. The girl from the other day, Kira, approached Scott before he took his seat. I listened into the conversation as I took out the things I would need for the class.
"Hey. I'm Kira. You knew that. I knew you knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again. Anyway, I have something for you." She was fumbling over her words, awkwardly. She's totally into him.
"For me?" Scott asked, putting his hand on his chest.
"Yeah, about the Bardo. My explanation was sort of all over the place, so I did some research for you and printed it out." She began searching her bag for the papers.
"Ah, you didn't have to do that." He told her, with a smile.
"It only took a couple hours." She said nonchalantly. Yeah, she totally wants him.
"Wow, then you really didn't need to do that." Scott replied, taken back. She smiled, still searching for the papers.
"I swear I printed it out." The smile turned into a frown as she was unsuccessful at finding the research. Her dad, the teacher of the class, came up behind her.
"Kira. You forgot all the research you did for that boy you like." He told Kira, handing her a stack of papers. She turned around shyly and handed them to Scott. Heh, I knew it. She walked to her desk and sat down, looking down before burying her face into her crossed arms.
"All right, everyone. Let's get started. We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail. Who would like to come up and read aloud for us? Mr. Stilinski, how about you?" Mr. Yukimura said to the class, pretty much ordering Stiles to read.
"Oh, maybe somebody else could?" He pleaded, getting a slight tint of pink in his cheeks. Stiles hated having all eyes on him, something him and I have in common. Mr. Yukimura went on to tell him that everybody participates, and he reluctantly went to the front of the class.
Stiles stared down at the book, not saying a word. As I looked closer, it seemed like he was whispering something to himself. His hands began to shake, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Stiles, are you okay?" I questioned, standing up. He didn't look up at me, but continued to stare into the paper in front of him.
"Maybe I should take him to the nurse's office." I looked at Mr. Yukimura, who gave me a nod of approval. I approached Stiles and took the book from his hands, then guided him out of the classroom.
"Hey, Stiles. Look at me. Is this a panic attack?" I asked as his breath quickened. He was looking around the hallway as if he was seeing things. I sat him down against the wall, and kneeled in front of him.
"Stiles, look at me." I begged, putting my hands on either side of his face. He finally looked up, meeting my eyes. I gave him a smile of reassurance as my hands remained on his face.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" He asked, tears brimming in his eyes. I hated seeing him like this, because all I want to do is fix it and make him happy again.
"You're okay. You're fine, Stiles." I whispered, pulling him into a hug. His body was shaking slightly, but started to still as I held him. A few seconds pasted before I pulled away.
"Thank you, Olivia." He said, standing up. I grinned and stood up after him.
"No problem. Are you okay now?" I questioned, to which he nodded.
Stiles didn't want to go back into the class, and frankly neither did I, so we sat in the hallway talking until the bell rang.
A/N: Shorter chapter, but I don't want to write too much. When I write too much at once I tend to get writer's block. I hope you guys are enjoying so far. I will try my best to update daily. :)