Teen Wolf (LegaciesxTeenwolf)

F O U R T E E N

I skidded to a stop at the School just seconds before Stiles and Scot pulled up. "Where is she?" Stiles asked as he climbed out of the jeep.

"Over here." Allison called. We all jogged over to a shaken Lydia and Allison.

"Lydia?" I asked as we approached them.

"It's the same thing." She said. "Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here." She explained. "And you told me to call you if there's a dead body."

"You found a dead body?" Stiles asked.

"Not yet."

"'Not yet'? What do you mean 'not yet'?" Stiles asked her. "Lydia, your supposed to call us after you find the dead body."

"Oh, no." She shook her head. "I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on."

"How are we supposed to find the dead body?" Stiles asked exasperatedly. "You're always the one finding the dead body."

"Guys." Scott called as he took a few steps closer to the School. "I found the dead body."

~

"Lydia," Miss Blake said as she stopped by the girls desk. "I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."

"You and every guy I've ever dated." Lydia replied, going back to her drawing.

"Oh, um, well, that was an idiom, by the way." A slightly flustered Miss Blake said before turning back to the class. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture." She eyes Stiles, Scott and I. "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 muttered.

"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?"

"Uh, no. My father does." Technically we could all be playing a game of chess, literally or figuratively. Battles, arguments, anything like that happens to everyone and could be represented figuratively by playing a game of chess. "Now, when does and idiom become a cliche?" Miss Blake continued as Scott leaned over to talk to us.

"I think I can get to Ethan." He whispered. "I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."

"What do you want to do that for?" Stiles whispered back.

"The druids are emissaries, right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?" He shared his theory.

"Okay, first of all, I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like 'What if the Darach was and emissary to the alphas?' Actually makes sense to me. And second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan."

"What's that?"

"Going through Aiden." I answered as I sketched in my notebook.

"Ever since he's been back at School they're always together." Stiles said. "How are we gonna separate them again?" The two shared a look of realization before turning to face Lydia.

"What now?" She asked, seeing the looks on their faces.

~

"Why are you even talking to me?" Ethan asked. "I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?"

"Is he looking at me?" Stiles questioned. "Are you threatening me? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash," Scott gave me a look to make him stop. I sighed in annoyance before pushing myself off the wall. "Wrap it in wolfsbane, Roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking-"