𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ▷ Stiles Stilinski¹

77|lydia, scream

So much happens in this episode, I can't believe I've already gotten two chapters out of it.

Question of the Chapter: Who's your favourite twin? (Ethan or Aiden)

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Aiden, Ethan and I met Stiles, Scott, Lydia and Isaac out in the courtyard. The alarm was still ringing; it had turned out that Stiles had pulled it because he and Lydia believed that Barrow was going to blow up the boiler room with the kids with glowing eyes inside.

Those kids being Scott, Isaac, Aiden, Ethan and me.

"We didn't find anything," Aiden informed the group.

Scott looked disappointed, but also concerned. "Not even a scent."

Stiles looked down at his phone, before addressing the rest of us, "It's three o'clock, so school's over. If there was a bomb, wouldn't he have set it off by now?"

"Does that mean everybody's safe?" Ethan asked.

"I don't know," Lydia told us. This was concerning, considering she was the banshee, and who we looked to for this sort of answer. "I just. . . I don't know."

I sighed heavily, "We're in Beacon Hills. There's always more to everything here. It's probably just a distraction or something."

"But a distraction from what?" Stiles asked.

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We had all separated after school, realising that Barrow was probably gone now. I had driven Stiles home after school. Since our date obviously wasn't going to be happening, he invited me inside.

I sent a quick text to Charlotte, letting her know that Stiles was making me dinner so I wouldn't be home until later. She replied rather quickly, saying that it was fine and to keep her updated if anything changed.

Stiles had made pasta for dinner, and we sat and watched Netflix while eating. It was as close to a date as we were going to get at this point. But, while we both said we wouldn't, we couldn't help but talk about what was happening.

"He's still out there, Stiles. What are we going to do?" I ask, pushing the food in my bowl around.

He looked up from his food, trying his best to appear confident, "I'm sure we'll figure it out. If we can beat an Alpha, a kanima, and then an Alpha pack this should be nothing."

"This is different though," I told him. "Last time, they were going after other people and we were just stopping them. Barrow kills kids with glowing eyes."
I focused and made my eyes glow so as to emphasise what had me so worried.

"Like I said, we'll figure it out," Stiles insisted.

His words weren't that reassuring, but I wasn't about to be the one to tell him that. We went to his room after dinner planning to talk about what was going on.

When I walked in, however, I was surprised to see Stiles' walls covered in photos and maps and writing and string.
"Stiles, what is all this?"

"It's my murder board," he answered simply, as if that were obvious.

"Of course it is."
I walked up to have a look at it closer. He had spent a lot of time on this, that was for sure. But it just seemed to be full of dead ends.
"I think we need to call Lydia. Think tank this thing. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to see if any of it triggers her Banshee thing."

Stiles thought for a moment, before agreeing. I text the girl soon after, telling her to meet us here as soon as possible; which turned out to be not long at all.