Maxine Finstock and Stiles Stilinski. Two people at the opposite ends of the food chain and somehow they are pulled together from two friends becoming one. One has an obsession and one just wants to live life to the fullest. Well, if they happen to...
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"So, this kid's the real killer?" Stilinski asks as all three kids crowd around the yearbook, with Matt's picture circled red, many times.
"Yeah."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
Max shakes her head crossing her arms as she glares down at the photo with Stilinski in the background denying the truth that they are telling him.
"Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all you have to do is like, look through their transcripts and figure out what class they all had in common."
"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara, wasn't in Harris's class." Stilinski tells his son.
"All right, okay, you're right sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"
Everyone looks up at the Sheriff as he tries to figure out his answer. "No. You know what, they're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything."
"Scott, do you believe this?"
"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt."
Stilinski looks over at Max, "Maxine?"
Max nods as she glances between Scott and Stiles. "It's him." She mutters looking at Stilinski. "Sheriff, you know I wouldn't even dare to throw him under the bus if I didn't have to but you have to trust us." Max says earning pity looks from Scott and Stilinski and a confused glare from
"He took Harris's car okay? Look, he knew that if the cops found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."
"All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility," All the teens look at each other hopeful listening to Stilinski talk, "But give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Everyone looks at Stiles, "Our swim team sucks! We haven't won in like six years." Max groans as she turns towards Scott, "Okay we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"We need to look at the evidence." Max answers the man.
"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."
"Trust me, they'll let you in." Stiles says.
"Trust you?"
"Trust - Trust Scott and Max?"
"Scott and Max, I trust."
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The three teens follow Stilinski into the sheriff station, lurking in the back as Max awkwardly stands silent with the boys. She's afraid to even open her mouth, afraid of what would come out and what Stiles would even say.
