"Are we gonna tell Mason?" Eli questioned Liam as they walked through the hallway together, "Are you gonna tell your mom? Your doctor step dad?"
"Oh my god, when will you stop calling him my doctor step dad?" Liam asked in disbelief, pulling his gym back on his shoulder more, "And no, we're not gonna tell Mason. Eli, i'm serious, I know how you are."
"I know." Eli sighed as he huffed, "Mason is our best friend though, he probably think we're hiding something from him."
"We are. Meaning, you can't tell anyone? Anyone." Liam stopped infront of the gym door with a serious look, "Are you hearing me?"
"I'm hearing you." Eli sighed, looking into the gym room, "Bunch of people in there."
"Need to blow off some steam. Scott says I need to find something to keep me grounded." Liam dropped his voice to a whisper as Eli leaned on the door, listening to him, "Especially for full moons."
"So you think it'll be working out?" the Foxx boy gave a odd look.
Liam rolled his eyes, "I have to do something."
Eli's hands rose in defense, "All the power to you, but Malia calmed down when I told her how to handle anxiety. You should try it."
"Yeah, I tried. Scott says that doesn't help." Liam shrugged, glancing into the room for half a second, "It's different for.. you know."
"It helped Malia." Eli shrugged.
"That's just what Scott said." the Dunbar boy said back, opening the door, "See you on the field?"
"On the bench." Eli corrected him, letting the door shut in his face before heading down the hallway. That being said, he hadn't gotten very far until a hand reached out of one of the classrooms, yanking him inside. Eli gasped, stumbling over his feet but steadied himself a few moments later.
"Do your thing." Malia spoke, standing infront of him with a crazy look.
"My- what thing?" Eli blinked at her, neither seeing each other since Friday nights basement incident.
"The word thing." Malia pointed a first over at Lydia, who sat before a canvas and was rolling her eyes, "She need to calm down."
"I am calm." Lydia argued with wide eyes, "Eli, you can go to class."
"No, he can't." Malia argued, grabbing the back of Eli's shirt before realizing he didn't have his usual sweater vest on, this time a familiar flannel, "Why do you have Scott's clothes?"
Eli looked down at the flannel with wide eyes, "I stole it from his closet the first time he kidnapped me."
"Lovely." Lydia mumbled as she faced the blank canvas again.
Malia wacked Eli in the arm, causing him to clear his throat and stand on the other side of Lydia, "Ugh, what are you wanted to draw, Lydia?"
"I'm not wanting to draw anything." Lydia huffed, not annoyed with him but annoyed in general.
"She need to break more names on a list." Malia cut in with a point toward Eli, "Fix her brain."
"Have you taken a break?" Eli suggested before looking to Malia again, "What list?"
"A kill list of the supernatural in Beacon Hills." Lydia rose her eyebrow at him, clearly wanting all the talking to stop.
"Supernatural as in.." Eli trialed off.
"As in Malia, which is why she's driving me insane looking for the key to the list." Lydia groaned as she faced the canvas again. Eli meeting Malias she quickly as she nodded to Lydia again. Eli cleared his throat, a shaky hand placed on his strawberry-blondes shoulder.
"I'd tell you to clear your mind but it doesn't seem like you really can right now." Eli said, his other hand placed on her other shoulders, a small squeeze and rub, "Try to slow your thinking down though. Imagine all your thoughts in a book, each page is one of them. Stay on page one for a second, close your eyes, and-"
He reached over her body, taking her free hand and placing her hand over her heart. Eli backed up as silence took over the room, Lydia's pencil raising and pushed onto the paper.
"Lydia."
Malia cut in quickly, Eli giving her a look of disbelief.
"What?" the Martin girl huffed, "Oh my god, what?"
Malia laid her open book infront of her, "Maybe we need help. From another banshee."
"There are more?" Eli gapped, wide eyes her way. Malia was the one to give him a look of disbelief now.
"Meredith." Lydia sighed, staring down at the page.
"Who is he?" Sheriff Stilinksi gave Eli a odd look when he walked into the station with Malia and Lydia later that evening, "Werewolf? Coyote? Ant-eater?"
"Just human, sir." Eli nodded, holding his hand out to shake, "Eli Foxx, your son really doesn't like me."
"He's with us." Malia confirmed.
The sheriff motioned for the trio to join him in his office, "I'm aware this is probably about the dead pool, but I can't let her leave the station. And in about a minute, i'm gonna have to call Eichen House and let them know she's here."
"Give us an hour." Lydia begged him.
He gave a look of disbelief in return, "You got fifteen minutes."
"Come on." Malia drug Eli with her as they walked in.
"I can meet her?" Eli gapped in disbelief.
"You do not talk to her." Lydia cut in with a serious look his way, "She's complicated."
"Which is why he's here." Malia confirmed, "To make sure I don't rip her throat out."
Eli's eyes widened, "I will make sure of that."
"Don't you have a game right now?" Lydia gave him a crazy look, not nearly as on board as Malia was with involving Eli.
"Coach only put me on the team because he was short a player. All i'd be doing is sitting on the bench." Eli shrugged, walking into the office more to see a thin girl sitting on the couch.
"Adelines kid?" Parrish whispered to the sheriff as he looked at Eli, "Does she know he's here?"
"Ask what you need to ask." he ignored Parrish, motioning toward Lydia. Eli looked over Malias shoulder, keeping his distance in fear. Lydia held her phone out to Meredith, letting the girl take it with a small smile.
"Meredith, aren't you going to answer it?" Lydia asked her, despite the phone not ringing and seemingly shut off. Malia flashed Eli an annoyed expression when she felt his breath hit her neck from how close he was, watching the banshees with wide eyes. When Meredith rose to her feet, Eli stepped back some and pulled Malia by her belt loop.
"It's not ringing." Meredith whispered to Lydia, sitting back down.
Lydia leaned down on her level, "Meredith, you came here to help us, remember?"
"You called me." the short haired girl gave a half grin.
Lydia gave a odd look, "What do you mean I called you?"
"I heard you." she whispered back.
"Meredith, can I ask you a question?" Parrish spoke up a second later, earning a nod, "When you need help, when you need to find something, is there someone you reach out to?"
Meredith hesitated, "It depends. Different people for different things."
"So maybe there's a number that can help us?" Parrish suggested. Eli had to admire his people skills, his ability to work with her so well despite barely knowing her, "Someone we can call."
"Yes." Meredith gave a small smile. Eli found her pretty, her smile was sweet and somehow comforting despite her scaring the living hell out of him.
"Would you be okay telling us?" Parrish asked her with a small nod.
"Yes." Meredith nodded, Lydia taking the phone.
Malia knocked Eli in the heart slightly, earning a eyebrow raise, "Very loud."
"Sorry." he mumbled, rubbing his chest to try and slow, what felt like a bomb trapped to his chest.
"It's 2436." Meredith spoke, thinking hard about the numbers before giving a small smile in confirmation.
"Mer, we need a few more numbers." Malia spoke up with a nod, Eli squeezing his index finger and thumb together in a 'just a little' hand gesture.
"No." Meredith looked at the two, "That's the number."
"Phone numbers are ten digits." Malia rose her eyebrows her way.
"That's the number." Meredith said back.
"Maybe she just needs a break. You know, to remember the rest." Eli suggested, twisting the small buttons on the flannel.
"That's the number." she repeated, giving Eli wide eyes.
"Meredith, phone numbers always have ten digits." Lydia spoke in annoyance her way, clearly over worked.
"That's the number." the short haired girl said again.
"Meredith!" Lydia rose her voice at her.
"Lydia. Hey, come here." Sheriff Stilinski leaned down, helping her up slowly to pull her toward Malia and Eli.
"I think that's the best we're gonna get." he admitted honestly.
"I mean, it could come to her." Eli cut in with a look of disbelief, Lydia's annoyance seemingly rubbing off on him, "If Liam and Malias names are gonna be on that list then I wanna know."
"There has to be more." Lydia spoke in a minor begging tone before spinning around, "What's the rest of it, Meredith? Humm? Just concentrate!"
"But that's-that's-that's the number." Meredith's eyes watered at Lydia yelling at her, scooting away, "That's the number. That's the number."
Eli reached out, grabbing Lydias arm to pull her back toward him and Malia while Sheriff Stilinki helped Meredith.
•
kylie speaks
*googles how to
become lydia martin
so eli foxx will wrap his
arms around me and rub
my shoulders*