Stiles' POV

Last night is still all a blur. One minute I'm about to be gutted by Trevor's goons, and then the next.. I wasn't.

Was it God's doing? Do I have a secret fallen angel? Whatever it was, it must have great taste to want to save someone like me.

"Mom.. Dad.. is it really you?" I say in my sleep, picturing a slight image of both of my parents standing in front of me.

*Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.*

The loud sound of the alarm clock woke me up.

By the time shown on the clock, I can tell that I've been snoozing it continuously.

I groan and roll over when I slap my hand on the snooze button.

I enter the hallways of NYU and there I meet with Mike, who is "trying" to flirt with some girls standing up against lockers.

"Yeah, okay, see you girls la... later." I hear him say weakly as the girls walk away.

"Well, that sucked. They didn't even stay to listen to my pitch."

"You mean, as in your cry for desperation?" I interpret sarcastically.

"Whatever, Stiles. Soon, they'll come crawling back, wishing they had gotten around my arms the first time. You'll see. YOU'LL ALL SEE!" He adds, yelling, making it clear to everyone in the hallway.

Some of the students giggled, while others just gave dirty looks, but Mike didn't care. That's why he's my best friend.

But it didn't use to be like this, at least not this way, not here, not back at home.

"...You were right." I say hesitantly.

"Hell yeah, I'm right... wait, what am I right about again?" He asks curiously.

"About sleeping with Trevor's girlfriend. Him and some of the ice hockey team kind of found me walking to my place last night and it wasn't good." I say, reminiscing when I watched them get snatched away.

"Oh, shit, man. Are you okay? I'm surprised you didn't come back with a hockey puck, or the stick wedged up your ass." He says jokingly.

"See.. that's the thing.. they were going to stab me last night, but they didn't. Or at least they couldn't if they tried.." I tell him, trying to look back at last night.

He pauses and doesn't say anything as if I'm high. "Wait, what do you mean, "Couldn't if they tried"? I'm pretty sure if Trevor was mad at something as big as someone else sleeping with his girlfriend, I guarantee you that he wouldn't have no remorse for doing something wrong."

I sigh in annoyance, trying to find a way to get him to understand.

"No, Mike.. it was something different. They just... vanished. They were there one minute, and gone the next. I don't really know how that happened, but I know what I saw." I inform him.

He stops walking and pauses midway in front of me and looks to both left and right in his direction. He grabs my arm and he pulls me to the side by the water fountain next to the boys' bathroom.

"So, let me get this straight... you were about to be gutted by Trevor's goons within an inch of your life, and they just.. vanished. Into thin air. That's what you're saying?" He whispers, asking in disbelief.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying... why? Do you know something about it?" I ask him, curious about why he's whispering.

"Yeah, Stiles, I think I do..."

He leans in closer and says, "Babezilla wanted some of that three dudes shit! She said, "Screw Trevor." He adds with a snort.

I scrunch my eyes and roll them in annoyance.

Mike's my best friend, but sometimes he gets on my nerves in times like this.

"See you next period, man. And hey, no more parties for you!" He interprets with a smirk before running off to Math class.

I watch him run off as I exasperatedly sigh.

Then suddenly, I feel something push into the back of me as I jolt and turn around to see textbooks scattered on the floor.

"Oh my god, I am SO sorry! That was totally unintentional, I swear." A girl's voice frantically said in an apologetic way.

"Oh no, that's okay. It was totally my fault, I was..." I look up to hand her textbooks to her and I'm stunned by her beauty.

"I don't think we've met before. New student?" I ask curiously.

"Yes, I am, actually. Was it that obvious?" She asks mortifyingly.

"Not really. I was just asking because you seem.. cool." I interpret with a friendly smile.

"But you just met me. I can't seem cool already." She tells me in disbelief.

"I guess I just get that feeling from certain people I tend to meet. Call it fate." I inform her happily.

We exchange smiles, and I clear my throat to introduce myself. "I'm Stiles, by the way. But you can just call me Stiles." I pause, thinking of how embarrassing that was.

She giggles as she looks down and back up at me. "Well, Stiles.. it was nice barging into you. I have to get class now. Maybe I'll see you later?" She asks with a big smile.

"Absolutely! I mean, awesome! I mean, sure, that'll be cool." I stutter as I shake my head.

She just smiles and nods and starts walking to class.

"God, you are such an idiot." I think to myself as I turn to head to the other class down the hall.

After school hours

While walking home from an exhausting day, I notice Mike standing in a dark alley with someone else. But it doesn't look like someone from our school. Not even a girl.

I stop walking and peek around the corner to see if he's not getting drugs from some dealer.

The person in front of him is wearing a very dark cloak, the hood of it covering their face.

Mike turns around, and I quick hide behind the wall. I start walking again, and out of nowhere, Mike comes up behind me. But he doesn't look himself.

"Hey, man! What are you doing out here?" He says, almost slurring his words as if he were drunk.

"Hey, Mike. You alright? I was walking to my place, and I saw you with someone. I just wanted to see if everything's good." I tell him worryingly.

"Oh, yeah, man. Everything's totally fine. Yeah, I was just meeting up with some stranger that wanted to talk, I guess."

"Alright, man. See you tomorrow. Be safe." I say, waving back to him as I started walking.

"Take care, Stiles."

Once I step inside my house, I sit down on the couch and rub my face. Once I start to relax, a loud banging on my door wakes me up.

I groan and stand up to walk to open the door... only to see Mike with a gun to his head.

The terror and unexpected surprise shows on my face, as I watch tears come down from Mike's eyes.

"Mike. Mike, what are you doing? Mike, don't do this. Let's just talk about it, okay?" I say, trying to reason with him.

He starts to cry even more as he scrunches his eyes. "It's not me doing this. It's him. I can't- I can't control it, Stiles. He's making me do this."

"Who, Mike? Who's making you do this? Talk to me, man." I ask him, trying to think of a way to grab the gun.

"I can't say. He- he won't let me tell you. But he told me he's.. he's looking for you. I'm his messenger... and he asked me to send you a message." He tells me while fearfully shaking his hand, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a crinkled yellow piece of paper.

I'm only able to read a little bit of words when I look up at Mike, still shaking.

"...Goodbye, man." He lets one last year fall down his cheek and pulls the trigger.

My mouth widens as I fall to my knees as the blood spills from his head.

I start to read the letter that says, "Have you received the message? Poor Mike had to die to give you this. Come out of hiding. If you don't want anyone else's blood on your hands, return back to where it all started. I'll be waiting for you."

Anger starts to boil in my veins as I rip up the letter.

Suddenly, I hear someone calling my phone. I answer it, and I was not expecting this.

"Stiles?" A voice says sadly.

I know that voice... that voice was another reason why I left Beacon Hills. But out of all voices... his was the one I wanted to hear the most.

"...Scott?" I ask tearfully.

"Long time, no talk. ...We have a situation. Ready to come back home?" He asks happily.

I deeply sigh, as I take one last look at Mike and the ripped up letter.

"...Yeah, I'm in."

"..See you there, man." He says before hanging up.

Just when I thought I'd be able to start over....