broken betas// isaac lahey teen wolf

twenty-two

hannah and scott hopped off his bike as soon as they arrived at the school.

"where is she?"

"over here," allison's voice called out, beckoning the two over.

"lydia?" stiles gave the strawberry blonde a questioning look.

"it's the same thing. same thing as the pool," lydia said. "i got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. and you told me to call you if there's a dead body."

"you found a dead body?" stiles exclaimed.

"not yet."

"not yet? what do you mean not yet?" stiles hissed. "lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body."

"oh no," lydia shook her head. "i'm not doing that again. you find the dead body from now on."

hannah nodded, moving to stand beside the girl in silent agreement. "i'm with her on this one, stiles. you can find them from now on."

stiles groaned. "how are we supposed to find the dead body? you're always the one finding the dead body!"

"guys," scott cried out, causing the group turned to look at where the boy was pointing a trembling finger. "i found the dead body."

the five shifted their gaze to stare in horror at the sight of one of the deputies lying lifelessly on the beacon hills' high school sign, blood dripping mockingly along the curve of the engraved letters.

...

"idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes, all tools the writer uses to tell their story," miss blake stated as she walked around the classroom. "idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. they're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. saying 'jump the gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race, or a phrase like 'seeing the whole board.'"

"like chess," stiles murmured quietly to himself, a wave of understanding washing over him.

"that's right, stiles," the woman grinned. "do you play?"

"no," he shook his head. "but my father does."

miss blake gave him a bright smile before continuing her lesson. "now, when does an idiom become a cliche?"

as miss blake turned her back, scott leaned over to hannah and stiles. "i think i can get to ethan."

hannah scoffed. "no offense, scotty, but i don't think you're his type."

the boy shot her a small glare. "no, really, i'm pretty sure i can make him talk."

"what do you want to do that for?" stiles asked.

"the druids are emissaries, right?" he posed. "so what if the darach was an emissary to the alphas?"

"there you go," hannah patted the boy's shoulder. "now we're using our thinking caps."

"first of all, i cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like, 'what if the darach was an emissary to the alphas' actually makes sense to me," he muttered. "second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to ethan."

"what's that?"

"going through aiden," stiles replied. "ever since he's been back at school, they're always together. how are we gonna separate them again?"

the three exchanged a knowing look, the same idea popping into their heads in sync before spinning around in their seats to stare at the strawberry blonde doodling in her notebook.