The windows were rattling. The sound of the rain pounding against them, like hammers in her ears. Her heart was going too fast, her breath not coming in fast enough. "No." she whispered. Gears, gears were turning, the whirr of clog. "No." Slow breath, drawn and long. In the darkness, the walls were closing in. Closer. The hammering was filling her head. "Scott! Scott!" Closer.
Metal, metal curled around her arms, wrenching her- "SCOTT! SCOTT!" she screamed, clawing against the person's arm. She had to run, she had to move. She a had to-
"Sara!" Scott shouted. She froze. The door flying open, her bedroom flooded in light, her mother's face staring at her, before glancing around the room. The sound of things crashing to the floor. Scott grabbing her mug before it crashed to the floor with his left hand. His rights still on her shoulder, rubbing them gently. "Shhhh…" he hummed. Sara took a deep breath, covering her face with her hands.
"It happened again?" her mother whispered, sinking into the bed, tucking some of her sweaty hair behind her ear. Sara shut her eyes, a few stray tears leaking out. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," Melissa whispered back, giving her a small smile. "But I gotta say, you need to put all this stuff in cupboards," she said holding up a small porcelain fairy, which she set back on her bedside table.
Sara snorted, wiping her eyes. "How bad was it?"
"A few books went up too this time." Scott said, moving around picking up some of her scattered things littered across the room. Sara leaned back, usual her magic usually took to floating the lightest of things, stay trinkets, leaflets the occasional pencil. "It's getting stronger."
Scott paused. "We can handle it." He sounded sure of himself. Her mother nodding her head, giving her hand a squeeze. But not in a way that was comforting to her, it felt more like they were telling themselves rather than her. Sara sighed, pulling the covers, submerging herself in them. "Yeah, right."
"It happened again?" Parrish asked, setting down a stack of files. "The same one?"
Since her late night nightmarish scream session, her mom and Scott had let her sleep in a little. Since Scott went to early morning vet sessions with Deaton. Stiles had come to pick her up, with a minor detour to the Sheriff's station. She didn't complain, it was a chance to see Parrish.
"I don't know, I didn't remember it." Sara replied, swinging her legs, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "It's-just so annoying, Jordan. I mean, I'm not a little kid-and I'm being tucking in and watched over, with my nightlight on." she grumbled, putting her head in her hands. "I-I just feel so…pathetic. Liam doesn't have this, Malia not even Lydia…It's just me..."
Parrish shook his head, setting down his pen. "It's not. Believe me, with everything that goes on here it's a wonder some of you don't wake up screaming." he said lightly.
Sara scoffed, jumping off the desk. A dew months ago, she made it to just below his shoulder, but recently she received a little more height on her, making it to his shoulders instead. Not much, but she did say little.
Parrish sighed, gently squeezing her hand. "You don't need to feel ashamed, things like this happen. They'll go away eventually, I promise." he said, setting down the file. "Maybe you can try something in the mean time? There's-"
"Parrish!" Sheriff yelled.
"Ooh, somebody's in trouble." Sara sang.
"So you ran a background check, and all you found was a speeding ticket?" Malia asked, as they walked up the steps to school.
"Speeding ticket signed by Theo's dad eight years ago." Stiles answered. "Which means what?" Malia asked, glancing at Sara, who was yawning loudly.
"Who speeds?" Stiles asked, looking at the girls. "Everybody." Sara replied dryly, tugging on her backpack straps.
"What? No." Stiles said. "People trying to get away from something."
"Well, how many tickets do you have?" Sara retorted, shaking the sleep from her brain.
"None." Stiles said, folding his arms. "How many would you have if your dad didn't get you out of them?" Malia added. Stiles paused. "S-Seventeen." he said slowly.
"I don't know, Stiles." Malia said. "I mean, I see why you're worried. He's really hot. He's got like great hair, perfect body. You should definitely feel threatened."
Sara snorted, when she saw Stiles face, which had morphed from frustration, to shock, to disbelief. "Thank you. Because I do. Now more than ever." Stiles replied. Sara grinned. "He did help Scott that night though. He can't be that bad." she said, tucking some hair behind her ear.
"Unless he's trying to trick us, lure us into a false sense of security." Stiles replied, folding his arms, glancing at the parking lot. Sara glancing behind her, watching Theo get out of a car, sharing a few words with the driver, before grabbing his backpack. She had to admit, Malia wasn't wrong in her quick analysis of him. Theo, wasn't bad looking. He nice eyes, a sort hazel and a nice smile that was kinda-
"You want us to torture him?" Malia suggested. "No, I don't want you to torture him." Stiles mumbled, looking around. Sara mentally slapping herself. Shut up. Don't look at him. If Stiles turned out to be right and she ended up liking the guy it would be undoubtedly worse for her.
"I'm pretty sure we can take him." Malia said, glancing at Sara. "Oh, we can definitely take him." Sara agreed. "You can torture, I had burn and hid the body. We will need a good excuse to where he ran off to, but I'm sure-"
"Okay, no." Stiles said, halting Sara and Malia in their murder plans. "I have a plan. All right? There are steps to doing this right."
"What steps?"
"Yeah, what steps?" Sara asked, trying her best not to look behind her at Theo. Yes, it would be strange for her like him. No. Rather not go down that road. Yes.
"We get the story. Verify the facts. You find the piece that doesn't fit and...and catch him in the act. That's how you do it." Stiles explained making a face.
"I don't see what the big deal is," Sara said, feeling eyes at the back of her head, turning around. Theo, who much have spotted them giving them a wave and a smile. It was a nice smile, she thought to herself. Sara waving back. Stiles whacking her on the arm, glaring at her. "Ow! What the hell?" Sara cried, rubbing her arm
"Don't wave at him." Stiles hissed.
Sara rolled her eyes. "Will you relax, it's not like he's going to vaporise me." she grumbled. "And you better dial the suspicious glare to a minimum. I'm pretty sure he's not blind." she said, watching Theo walk towards them. "Besides, you catch more flies with honey, than vinegar." Sara said lightly, walking off into the school.
"This is the one I was telling you about. I got it from a rare book dealer in Germany. Cost me two hundred bucks, but it was totally worth it." Mason said, flipping through the book. "I don't know, sounds like a good waste of two hundred dollars." Sara replied, holding her books in her arm.
"You're still reading about this stuff?" Liam asked, glancing up at him. "I was attacked by an armour-plated giant wearing a bear skull. It left an impression." Mason said, pausing showing them a page in the book. "Look. Look. Have you ever seen anything like this?" he asked, pointing to a Berserker. Sara bit her lip, sharing a look with Liam. "Uh, no. Never."
"Nope."
"And then there's this whole section about the Nagual. Have you ever heard of the name Tezcat..." Mason struggled.
"Tezcatlipoca." Liam and Sara said in unison, as they walked into history. "No."
"Nope."
"Never heard of him." Sara said, walking into the classroom, sliding into an empty seat. A row in front of Mason, directly behind the last desk where Liam was to sit.
"Take your seats, everyone." Mr Yukimura (Kira's dad and their new History teacher) announced.
"Oh… Great." Liam grumbled. Sara glanced behind her, grinning when she spotted the person. Mason and her, instantly locking eyes, glancing between the two. "Hey, Hayden." Sara sang, winking at Liam, earning a glare from him. Hayden smiled at her. Liam looking around for another seat.
"Hey, Sara." Hayden greeted, blowing a bubble with her gum. "How was your summer?"
"Not long enough." Sara grinned. "Yours?" Before Hayden could answer, the bell rang, the general rustle for books and pencils occurring. Except for one.
"Liam. You're not gonna just stand there, are you?" Mr Yukimura asked. Liam glanced around, shooting Sara a pleading look. Sara shrugged.
"Maybe."
"The whole semester?"
Liam nodded, furiously. "Maybe."
"Liam, have a seat."
Liam sighed, setting down his things, before wriggling around, making Sara turn again. Liam slowly got up, Sara spotting some gum on his seat. Hayden's gum. Liam glared at her Hayden scowling. Hayden smiled sweetly. Sara covered her mouth, to stop herself form laughing out loud, turning around to Mason. "20 bucks, that they hook up by the end of term."
"Done."
"Gonna lose your money, Hewitt." Sara said, turning back to the front. Liam growling under his breath, lightly kicking Sara's seat. He definitely heard them. Sara bit her lower lip, grinning. This was gonna be a great year.
"All right, welcome to History 103."
"Sara!" Stiles called, running slamming into Malia's locker. "How good are you at telling if people are lying?"
"Hello to you too," Sara said, closing her locker, leaning against it. "I don't know, okay? I mean, I knew, Josh was lying his ass off when he said he went on vacation to Egy-"
"Awesome-Lets go," Stiles said, grabbing her arm. "Wait this is-Stiles!" she started. Stiles ignoring her, dragging her into the boy's locker room. "Sara?" Scott asked in confusion. Sara yanking her hand out of Stiles grip. "He kidnap you too?" she said dryly, suddenly realising there was another person there.
Theo smiled at her, Sara shyly smiling back. Don't look at him, she told herself firmly. Not in the eyes. Stiles walked to the locker on the other end, shooting death glares at Theo.
Scott sighed, leaning against the other locker, across from Theo. Looking around, Sara awkwardly sat on the bench, pursing her lips, as the boys stared at each other in silence.
"Umm…not to interrupt this riveting conversation," Sara said, after a few more seconds of silence. "But what's going here?" she asked, noticing Theo's eyes glancing at her every few seconds. Did he find it weird that she wasn't looking at him?
"Theo?" Stiles said, folding his arms.
Theo nodded. "Okay, um…I was skating in a neighbour's empty pool, trying to do a handplant. Nobody was home. I'm not that good of a skateboarder, but I guess I was feeling pretty determined because I completely lost track of time." he started, glancing between the three of them. "I didn't even realize that was night until the yard lights came on. Like I said, I wasn't very good. On my last try I went down and hit hard. Really hard. I was sitting there at the bottom of the pool and I realized something. I didn't heard the board come back down."
"It came at me fast. I barely had a chance to turn around before it bit me. Right here." Theo said, pointing to his side.
"It wasn't an accident. He wanted to turn you." Scott said thoughtfully.
"Right. So why aren't you part of his pack then? Why didn't he come back for you?" Stiles probed. "Because by the time of my first full moon, he was dead." Theo answered.
"Ouch." Sara mumbled. Theo snorting. "Yeah."
"How did you know that?" Stiles retorted sharply.
"I met another one of his pack a couple weeks later. He told me the Alpha that bit me was killed by two of his own Betas. They were twins." Theo replied. Sara nodding slowly, Ethan and Aidan, twin Alpha's Lydia dated Aidan, before he died.
"Scott, listen to my pulse. I'm telling the truth."
"Right." Stiles said, walking towards them. "Or you just know how to steady your heart rate while you're lying your ass off."
"He's got a point." Sara mumbled.
"Why would I lie?" Theo asked, glancing between the three of them, his eyes lingering a little longer onto Sara. "Because maybe you're not who you say you are." Stiles replied, playing with his hands.
"Okay." Theo said, glancing at Scott. "In the fourth grade you had an inhaler. I had one too. I remember this day where I ended up in the nurse's office with an asthma attack. A bad one. I was waiting to be taken to the ER. You were waiting for the Principal. You told me what would happen when you go to the ER for asthma. How they give you oxygen, an IV and prednisone. You made it sound easy. Like everything would be okay."
"I've been by myself this whole time. Everybody knows that lone wolves, they don't make it on their own. I swear I'm that same kid from fourth grade. I was hoping you are too." Theo said, the bell ringing suddenly.
Theo sighed. "I better not be late for class. You're not the only ones I need to make a good impression on." he said, smiling at them walking out the door. Sara bit her lip, sharing look with Scott.
"Don't give me those looks." Stiles said, glancing at the McCall's. "We have to give people the benefit of the doubt sometimes." Scott said gently. Sara sliding her bag on her shoulder.
"Not this time. All right. I'm right. There's something off about him. I can feel it." Stiles said firmly. Sara rolled her eyes. "You can feel it?"
"Yeah, Lydia's the psychic. Not you." Scott joked, walking away. "She's not psychic. She's a Banshee. Okay? There's a difference." Stiles replied, catching Sara's arm. "So? Was he lying?"
Sara bit her lower lip. "I don't know." she admitted. Stiles stared at her. "You-you, you don't know?"
"It's not that easy! Alright?" Sara snapped back. "I'm still trying to figure it but...it was weird, okay. Some of it was true, but it was a mixed up, and…warped. Almost" Sara said, gripping her backpack straps tightly.
"But, you might be right, Stiles. There's definitely something to strange about him." she said, Stiles grinning.
"No, no, no. I said strange, not evil."
"Okay, okay." Stiles conceded, his eyes lighting up, dashing down the hall.
"Well, bye then." Sara mumbled, walking to her next class. Very glad, Stiles had excellent penmanship, when it came to forgery.
"What the hell is Stiles doing?" Sara mumbled to Liam, as the two watched him stalk off to his jeep. Liam glanced at her, wriggling his eyebrows. "Wanna find out?"
Sara smirked. "God, I love you."
Stiles groaned, starting up his jeep. Liam holding out a piece of paper in front of Stiles face. "What's a Criminal Tremor?" Liam asked from the front seat, looking over the piece of paper, handing to Sara. "No idea. Stiles?"
Stiles snatched the paper from her crushing in. "Doesn't matter." he grumbled, reversing, his tires squealing. "Stiles?" Sara asked, after a couple minutes of silence.
"What?"
"Can we get ice-cream now?"
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