Dressed to Digress -Void!Stiles V.S Stiles-

Chapter Two : Door's Still Open

"Right at her head?" Scott questions as him, Issac and me walk into his room. Isaac just got done telling us the story about how Lydia thought it would help Allison if she would practice a few shots of her bow and arrow but it only made matters worst. Allison went loopy and almost shot Lydia in the head.

Isaac nodded. "Almost right through it. And she keeps saying the same thing, that she keeps seeing her aunt." Scott sat down on his bed and I stand over by his desk, leaning on it and listening. "Whatever's happening to you guys is getting worse. If I hadn't been there, then Lydia would be dead."

Scott then looks at him, slightly confused. "What were you doing there?"

Isaac then paused. "Ahh."

"Oh, boy," I mumbled. And just like before Scott threw Isaac out and he flew, slammed his back into the wall just like this morning.

"Oh, you guys, come on." Mom called up from down stairs. "This house does not have a supernatural ability to heal! So, stop it!" Isaac lightly smiled and turned to Scott and me.

I laughed it off and turned to Scott. "Night, Scottiles."

"Night, Kit." He replied.

I walked on over to my bedroom, closing the door and changed into leggings, a black tank top and a sweatshirt. I closed my closet's door, making way over to my bed and slipping right on in. Before I can learn over and turn out my lamp, I seen that my closet door was opening all by itself. Just thinking that I didn't close it all the way, I got back up, closed the door this time making sure it was fully closed made my way back to my bed and got in. I clicked off my lamp, got down in bed and closed my eyes falling into a nice slumber.

We were in Economics and I was paying attention to Coach Finstock talking and yammering on about random things. This morning was weird due to the fact that my closet door that I closed last night and made sure it was closed was opened again and I had a creepy sense about it but never the less, I had two werewolves in the house and I knew that nothing bad could happen, that I was only one scream away from getting their attention if anything tried to kill, hurt, or take me away.

I huffed, propped up my left elbow on the desk, listening. From the corner of my eye I seen Stiles writing really fast on his notebook, I move my head and sat up a little more trying to see what he was writing but it was hard to since I sat diagonal from him and he hunched himself over the paper which made him look sleep. I tapped Scott's back and me turned in his seat looking at me, I then pointed to Stiles and he looked over at him.

"Stilinski," Coach says but Stiles doesn't pay attention; doesn't stop writing. "Stilinksi, are you paying attention back there?" Stiles still writes faster and faster as it keeps on going. I looked at Coach, at Stiles, then back at Coach again. He then picked up his whistle and blew into it loudly. "Stilinksi!"

Stiles finally brakes from his trans-state and pops his head up, looking at Coach. He takes a breath and nods. "Uh-huh?"

"I asked you a question."

"Uh sorry, Coach." Stiles then swallowed lightly. "What was it?"

"It was 'Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?'."

"Oh." He then fumbled with his pen in his right hand. "Well, I am now."

"Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink . . . Every night." He then turned to the board. "Does anybody else want to try the question on the board?"

I turned my stare down at Stiles's notebook's page and I lightly mumbled a gasp and look at Stiles intently. He then glances over at me and Scott, but he noticed me first and he pushed his lips together. "I'm okay. I just fell asleep for a second."