"You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it."

♰ ♰ ♰

"Girls, there's a Stiles here to see you." I hear Aunt Natalie call quietly as she opens the door to Lydia's room.

We refused to be apart, too afraid of what we saw. The doctor's prescribed me a strong pain medication as I had a severe concussion.

"What the hell is a "Stiles"?" Lydia asks, slightly slurred.

The doctor gave her medication for the stress that the incident caused. I couldn't even lift my head because the pain medication makes me feel so out of it.

"She's uh, took a little something to ease her nerves. You can - you can go in. Um, Isabel is on very strong pain medication, so I don't know if you will get much out of her." I hear quietly in the back, I slowly turn to face the doorway, slightly lifting my body. Aunt Natalie sees this, "Take it easy, honey." She begs.

"Thanks." I hear a male voice say.

Did Aunt Natalie say something about the tiles? I look up as I feel something move on the bed next to me. A boy with a buzz cut sits there with the most adorable button nose, beautiful hazel eyes scanning over my face. Oh, Stiles.

"What are you doing here?" I ask quietly, taking a hold of his hand. Stiles gives a sad smile in response, and I watch his eyes rake across my face.

"I was just making sure you were okay." He answers softly, he quickly glances over at Lydia but she is already back asleep, her warm hand on my back tells me she is still there. "Well- uh, both of you." He corrects, stumbling over his words.

"Why?" I question, looking into his eyes.

They were a lovely whiskey brown, and I can see them swirling in the dim lights of the room. Why are they swirling?

"Because I was worried about you. How are you feeling?" He mumbles softly as he moves a piece of my hair behind my ear. I give a smile, feeling myself moving into his touch.

"I feel -" I pause, forgetting what I was about to say. "Fantastic."

"Oh." He laughs. He reaches over to the bedside, leaning closer to my body giving me the scent of his aftershave. I see an orange bottle in his hand as he retreats.

"Wow," He whistles. "What-" he pauses, staring into my eyes, "I bet you can't say, uh, 'I saw Suzy sittin' in a shoe shine shop' ten times fast." He jokes and I stare at him for a second, processing what he said.

"Bet taken." I agree, moving to sit up slightly. Stiles notices and grabs my waist gently, before helping me get comfortable. I clear my throat, "I saw Shuzy-" I try, but fumble over the words. Stiles has a smile on his face as he watches. "I shaw-" I attempt again, "I saw-"

My mind is taken back to when I was first awoken when the police questioned what happened in the DVD store. It all comes rushing back. The monster.

"What?" Stiles asks, worried. His hand reaches into mine, giving a comforting squeeze. "Izzy, what did you see?" For a moment I say nothing.

"Something." I finally offer. He moves to remove his hand from mine, but my tight grip keeps it in place. "I saw something."

"Something like - Like a mountain lion?" Stiles asks.

"A mountain lion." I agree. Just like when the police questioned me. It was a mountain lion.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?" He quizzes, and all I do is stare up at him.

"A mountain lion." I answer firmly, the more I say it the more I believe it. It was. It was a mountain lion. It had to be.

"What's this?" Stiles questions, his warm hand leaving mine.

My heart yearns for it back. He reaches over between Lydia and me for something. He holds my stuffed giraffe, the one he had won for me at the bowling alley.

"A mountain lion." I answer, grabbing his hand back in mine and he jumps at the contact.

"It's okay." He quietly reassures. My head starts to feel heavy and it hurts to hold it up. Stiles silently laughs. "You're so drunk."

I couldn't hold my head up anymore. I drop my head onto his lap. Stiles' body tenses up underneath me.

"Oh!- Uh- oh-" Is all I hear as I slowly daze off.

I wake up again to Stiles gently placing me back next to Lydia but before he can lay me down I am awake again.

He gazes into my eyes with a smile on his face, "Well, I'm gonna - go. Uh, I'll let you get back to the whole post-traumatic stress thing." I let out a small laugh, before shaking my head gently.

"Mm. Stay." I command, reaching out and holding his body in place so he can't leave. I don't want to be alone. I want you here.

"M-me? Stay? You want me to stay?" He stutters, before moving closer to me on the bed.

I give a small nod, moving up against him, resting my head on his chest. I feel his racing heartbeat against my ear, ringing through my head. I pull back and look him in the eyes, his mouth is slightly dropped in shock.

"Yes, please. Stay. Please." I beg, placing a hand on his cheek and pulling my face closer to his. I feel his breath hitch in his throat and his lips quiver. "Please don't leave me. Everyone leaves me." I whisper before closing the gap between us and connecting our lips.

I don't know why I did, but it felt right. Stiles gently kisses me back before jumping back as Lydia's phone goes off loudly. I fall back against the pillow and Lydia cuddles up to me.

"You want me to get that? It's a text. I don't know how to-" Then it all fades away as I fall back asleep.

♰ ♰ ♰

"Let me tell you, there's plenty to say about Lydia." The teacher begins. Mr. Martin huffs.

"Did I not predict this?" He says, turning to Mrs. Martin. Natalie shakes her head.

"Here we go. Total nuclear meltdown as usual."

"What is it? Is it her grades, concentration issues, erratic behaviour?" Mr. Martin begins to list.

"I'm not the one who told her she had to choose who she wants to live with as if that wouldn't warp a 16-year-old girl." Natalie snipes. Mr. Martin puts his hands over his face, rubs his face before letting them drop.

"Just tell us what the problem is." The teacher looks between the two parents confused.

"I wasn't aware that there was a problem. Academically, Lydia's one of the finest students I've ever had. Her A.P. classes push her GPA above 5.0. I'd actually like to have her I.Q. tested. And socially, she displays outstanding leadership qualities. I mean, she's a real leader."

♰ ♰ ♰

Coach looks at his files confused.

"Stiles, that's right. I thought "Stiles" was his last name." The sheriff looks at the teacher.

"His last name is "Stilinski." he corrects.

"You named your kid "Stiles Stilinski"?" Coach asks, baffled. Sheriff shakes his head.

"No, that's just what he likes to be called." Coach is taken aback before he chuckles.

"Oh. Well, I like to be called "cupcake" - What is his first name?" He asks, checking on the file. "Wow, that's a form of child abuse. I don't - I don't even know how to pronounce that."

"It was his mother's father's name."

"Wow. You must really love your wife."

"Yeah, I did." Sheriff answers shortly. Coach pauses for a second.

"Well, this just became incredibly awkward."

"Hey, what do you say we get to the conference part of this conference, cupcake?" Coach nods.

"I like your thinking. So, Stiles. Great kid. Zero ability to focus. Super smart. Never takes advantage of his talents." Sheriff furrows his brows.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, for his final question on his midterm exam, he detailed the entire history of the male circumcision." Coach explains.

"Well, I mean, it does have - historical significance, right? I mean-" Sheriff tries to back his son.

"I teach economics." Coach cuts off.

"Ah, crap."

♰ ♰ ♰

Melissa McCall angrily paces around the classroom on the phone.

"Where the hell are you? Get to the school now." Before hanging up, having gotten Scott's voicemail. Harris sits, waiting.

"How about we get started?" He offers.

"Sure." Melissa smiles sheepishly.

"Lately Scott's mind has been somewhere else, as has his body. Personally, I think it may have something to do with his home situation." Harris accuses. Melissa pauses at Harris' comment.

"Oh, well, personally, I'm not sure what you mean by 'home situation'"

"Uh, specifically the lack of an authority figure." Melissa nods, confused.

"Yeah, I'm the authority figure, so-" Harris shakes his head.

"Sorry. Allow me to clarify. I mean the lack of a male authority figure." Melissa looks annoyed.

"Oh. Well, trust me, we're much better off without him in the picture." She breathlessly laughs.

"Well, does Scott feel the same way?"

"Yes. I think so. I hope so."

"But he's going through some difficult changes. He just needs a little extra attention, a guiding hand through this crucial stage of his development."

♰ ♰ ♰

Allison's teacher smiles at Mr. and Mrs. Argent.

"Allison Argent. An incredibly sweet girl. And quick to adjust, despite all the moving around." Chris Argent nods.

"We know it's hard on her, but, uh, it's a necessary evil."

"Necessary or not, I'd be prepared for some - How do I put this?" The teacher trails off.

"Rebelliousness?" Mr. Argent offers. Victoria Argent shakes her head.

"We appreciate the concern, but we have a great relationship with our daughter. Very open and honest." Allison's teacher nods.

"I'm happy to hear that. And let her know that I hope she's feeling better." Chris looks confused and looks between his wife and his daughter's teacher.

"Oh, she wasn't in class?"

"Oh, she wasn't in school. I checked with the office."

♰ ♰ ♰

"What about Isabel?" Natalie Martin askes the teacher. The teacher pauses for a second before having a look of realisation.

"Apologies, I forgot you are also the guardians of Isabel Martin." The teacher begins. "Isabel is following along the footsteps that your daughter has shown, we received remarkable work from Isabel's school in England. Another one of the most academically excelling students. She doesn't have any A.P classes, which is simply because of her starting fresh here."

"No issues?" Mr. Martin asks.

"It's to be expected when teenagers lose someone close to them that they show grief in different ways, but Isabel isn't showing any type of issues right now. Just remember she lost both parents, she needs you to be there for her just as much as her friends are." Natalie gives a deep sigh, worried for her niece. She thinks back to her brother, as she is still grieving over the loss of family too. The teacher leans forward, "I apologise if this is too personal, but, did they manage to determine the cause of death yet?" Natalie looks up to the teacher, an unreadable look in her eyes.

"They were both found with their throats ripped out." She responds. Mr. Martin and the teacher give a slight look of shock. Mr. Martin and Natalie never had much chance to discuss this given their divorce. "They were murdered." Natalie concluded.

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