Intertwined • Nolan Holloway (DISCONTINUED)

27• Banshee

I

rush through the halls, bumping into people.

I throw the locker room door open and it slams behind me as i pace around the room.

Last night i made a ghost rider disappear with my voice.

I push my hair from my face, dropping onto a bench.

I need Lydia.

Loud radio static rings in my ears and i gasp, covering my ears.

What's happening to me?

It drones on in my head and the urge to follow it comes over me.

"I don't even know where it's coming from" i mumble, holding my head.

It grows louder and i huff, leaving the locker room.

The sun blinds me for a second as i rush outside, the static growing.

I head towards the parking lot and i tense.

Lydia, Scott and Malia all stand in front of a blue jeep.

They heard it too?

Slowly i make my way towards them and Scott turns at the sound of my boots.

"Griffin, what are you doing here?" he takes a step forward as everyone turns to me surprised.

My eyes linger on the jeep, faint radio static coming from inside.

"I heard that" i look at them as their eyes trail to the jeep.

"I think i know what's wrong with me" i take a shaky breath.

Lydia turns to me in realisation, "she's a banshee".

Lydia raids the glove compartment as the rest of us searches the jeep.

There has to be a clue left behind.

The static stops and everyone turns.

"Wait, why did it stop?" i lean in, reaching for the switch and Lydia slaps my hand away.

"There has to be a reason" she carefully flicks the switch, nothing.

Scott looks down, furrowing his brows, "what?" he mumbles to himself.

"Got a scent?" Lydia asks and he nods.

"Uh, yeah. Ours, mine, yours" he looks between us confused.

"Mine? but I've never been in this jeep before" Malia shrugs it off.

"Neither have i" Scott nods in agreement.

Lydia and i share a look as i sigh, "not us".

She clicks her tongue, "yes we have, we just don't remember it" she leans back in her seat.