Olivia's POV:

"Over here!" Allison calls out when she sees the boys looking for us in our school's parking lot.

"Lydia," Stiles questions as he and Scott walk up to us.

"It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a dead body." Lydia crosses her arms uncomfortably.

"You found a dead body?" Stiles exclaims.

"Not yet. She called us first so she wouldn't be alone." I gesture to Allison and I. "I don't blame her."

"Not yet? What do you mean 'not yet'? Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body." Stiles said with a bit of frustration.

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

"How are we supposed to find the dead body? You're always the one finding the dead body." Stiles complains to the annoyed girl.

"Guys," Scott trails as he walks past us. "I found the dead body."

We follow his gaze and draped over our school sign was a dead deputy with blood horribly spilling out.

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"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes." Ms. Blake listed off as she walked around the class during her lecture. "All tools the writer uses to tell their story."

I let out a quiet yawn and rest my head on my arm, trying my hardest to not pass out in the middle of her class.

I could feel Ms. Blake's stares in the back of my head but I didn't blame her. She probably felt guilty about what had happened to Boyd and still was trying to wrap her head around the whole supernatural issue that's been happening in Beacon Hills.

Hell, I went through the same thing.

"Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents." Ms. Blake spoke up and I look behind me over to Lydia's desk and see the tree she sketched in her notebook.

Lydia shoots Ms. Blake an obvious fake smile. "You and every guy I've ever dated."

"Oh-um-well, that was an idiom, by the way." Our teacher stammered with discomfort before continuing down our aisle. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. 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 mumbled.

Ms. Blake's eyes lit up and she faced in his direction. "That's right, Stiles. Do you play?"

"Oh, no. My father does." Stiles corrected.

She still held the smile on her face before she continued to walk. "Now, when does an idiom become a cliche?"

I feel a tap on my shoulder which causes me to turn, seeing that Scott was the one who poked me. He adjusted in his chair so he would face Stiles and I. "I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk." He whispered.

"Why do you want to do that for?" Stiles questioned.

Scott gives a small shrug. "The druids are emissaries, right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?"

"I mean, the theory doesn't sound too crazy." I say and look to Stiles for his input on it.

"Okay, first of all," He glanced between Scott and I. "I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like 'what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas' actually makes sense to me. And second of all, we're going to have a huge problem getting to Ethan."

Scott furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What's that?"

"Going through Aiden."

I shake my head with disbelief, knowing that it was true. "He's right. Ever since Aiden came back to school, they've been together."

"Exactly. How are we gonna separate them again?" Stiles asked but then a couple of seconds later, Scott's eyes lit up.

He nods his head behind me and the three of us turn to the strawberry-blonde, Lydia Martin.

She looks up from her notebook with a pained expression, noticing our stares. "What now?"

The bell finally rings and the boys and I quickly shove our things in our bags as Lydia walked out first to distract Aiden.

"So where are we supposed to meet Ethan?" I ask once we leave our English class.

"About that," Scott trailed off as him and Stiles blocked me from walking. "you can't go."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Well, why not?"

"Because we can't risk him not speaking to us if he sees that you're there. For god's sake, you burned the guy...twice." Stiles says and held up two fingers.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" I cross my arms. "Go on with my day and act as if everything's normal?"

"I mean, Allison wasn't in class today. Check to see if she's okay." Scott suggested with a small smile.

"You want me to ditch? If my mom finds out, she'll kill me!" I say and try walking around them but the two boys continued to block my path. "Can't Isaac go?"

"Isaac is at the loft to make sure nothing happens to Cora while Derek's gone. Just lie and say you got sick." Stiles says then grabbed my shoulders to guide me to the nearby exit.

"Stiles!" I scold but he shuts the doors before I could do anything. "Asshole." I mutter and open my bag to get my keys from the small pocket.

As I walked down the stairs that led to the tunnel towards the field, I could see from a distance a familiar figure kissing someone underneath.

Once they pull away, my eyes widen in shock as soon as I realized it was Derek and Ms. Blake.

I didn't even know if I was shocked that Derek was back or that I just witnessed my teacher and Derek making out. Oh god, now I'm really going to be sick.

I awkwardly turn away before they could see and walk towards a different direction to get to my car.

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"I heard about the recital tonight-- the uh --thing to honor the losses at school." I hear Argent's voice through the small opening from the window as I climbed from the side of the building.

"They were murders, dad, not losses." I hear Allison retort and I stay in my spot, clutching onto the railing that led to her room.

"But your friends will be there, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Want me to take you?"

"I don't think I'm feeling up for it."

"Okay, I get it." It's quiet again and I was about to pull myself up until I hear the door open. "Take as many days as you need. School can wait." The door shuts again but I still wait since I didn't want Argent to come in when I'm mid-way through the window.

Once I knew it was clear, I pull myself up and swing my leg over the railing until I was fully on her small balcony, a small creak coming from the floor once my weight was on the board.

I stretch my arms a bit with a small grunt. "I should really get back to the gym once this is over." I mutter to myself.

I was about to pull open her window but instantly feel an arm harshly yank me inside, causing me to face plant on the floor. The person swiftly turns me to my back and presses a blade against my throat as they held me to the ground and instantly I locked eyes with Allison.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Olivia?"

"Hey," I nervously trail. "you don't look sick to me."

She rolls her eyes in annoyance. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Someone told me you weren't at school today," I explain and she shook her head with disbelief.

"Did Scott send you to check up on me?"

"Sort of. He didn't want me to be there during their interrogation with Ethan so he suggested that I could check up on you since I didn't want to just sit and do nothing in my classes." I clear my throat. "I had to lie and tell my mom that I threw up my lunch and the nurse sent me home."

She rose an eyebrow. "You lied to skip school so you could check up on me and not be bored?"

"Yeah, but I can see that I climbed a window for nothing since you seem fine." I scoffed and glance at her hand that held the dagger. "Do you really think that a dagger can do good enough damage to the alphas? They could kill you."

She moves the dagger away from my throat. "I can protect myself." I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Also you do realize there's this thing called a door?"

"After your dad witnessed us...coincidentally in this position," I gesture to her since she was still straddled on my waist. "I doubt he'd want to see my face again." I mutter and she starts to smile. "Can you get off of me now?"

She swings her legs off and pushes herself up from the ground. She offers her hand and I grab onto it, pulling myself up so I could properly stand.

"So what's the real reason why you stayed home?" I ask as she walks out of her room with me trailing behind.

"My dad knows way too much about the killings and I feel like he's involved in them." She explained and opened the door that led to his office.

I furrow my eyebrows. "You think he's the Darach?"

"No. I mean, I don't think he is at least. I hope he isn't. I don't know what to think of people lately." She says then gestures to the map on the table. "That's why I'm checking the map again to see if I missed anything."

She holds the blacklight over the map, showing the markings again from what I already had seen. "There are five more bodies to be found but it doesn't say who the bodies are."

After a while of just staring at the map in front of me, I gave up. I didn't see anything new that popped up.

"What did you mean when you said you didn't know what to think of people lately'?" I ask, wondering what she could've meant.

"Well, it's about this person." She taps her fingers nervously. "Ever since I kissed her, she freaks out whenever we're close again."

"Oh," I mumbled, leaning against the dresser behind me to step away from the map.

"But I did find out something which sort of explains why she distanced herself." She crossed her arms but still kept her gaze on the map. "Is it true that you kissed Cora?"

My eyes widen. "How did you--"

"So it is true." She shook her head with disbelief. "Lydia said she saw how your cheeks were red when you and Cora came inside the classroom to test her abilities with Stiles."

"Okay, Cora kissed me but Allison," I fiddle with my sleeves nervously. "we're not even dating. Whatever this is," I point between us. "Scott might get upset over it and I don't want to do that to him. I can't do that to a friend."

"Wanna know something?" She finally looks away from the map to meet my eyes. "After that day when we came back from that bus trip, I thought things between us would get better but clearly it didn't. At first, I thought it was cute since you're already awkward and weird, but there would be small moments between us and you immediately shot them down by acting like it never happened. In your perspective, you might think it's not really a big deal, but to me it is. For the first time in my life, I put myself out there, I was honest how I felt, but in the end, all I got was nothing. "

"Allison--"

"I understand that you needed space to grieve over Boyd, but when I tried to be there for you all you did was push me away. If you were trying to move on from both of these things, you could have at least tell me as a friend, instead of making me look stupid. You're making me feel stupid." Her voice slightly shakes and I feel my eyes begin to tear up. "And if I knew that you were going to be afraid about escalating this and jeopardizing your friendship with Scott, I never would have told you how I felt because it has become..." She wipes her eyes and turns away from me. "Nevermind. Forget it."

I lean off the desk and decided to push my nerves aside by wrapping my arms around her waist. Her body tenses as soon as I rest my chin on her shoulder.

"What are you doing, Liv?" She sighs, placing the blacklight on the table. "It's too late for that."

"I'm putting myself first." I simply say.

"You're supposed to be helping me find what my dad is hiding." She responds as I pull her closer to me. "Nngh—Not that."

"I am helping," I whisper against her neck which causes goosebumps to form on her skin and she tilts her head to the side to give me more access. "Just helping by looking from a different perspective."

"Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words..." Ms. Blake's voice echoes in my head. "'seeing the whole board.'"

Seeing the whole board...I have to see the whole board from a different perspective.

I unwrap my arms from her waist, taking a couple of steps back once more and Allison turns around with confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Ms. Blake was teaching us about idioms in class today. One of the expressions she said was about seeing the whole board." I say and pull her so she would stand where I was. "See the board from a different perspective. We can't focus on just the details, we have to look at the whole picture."

She's quiet for a moment until she walks forward again to grab the map. She moves it off the table and places it on the desk behind us, revealing the symbol on the table in front of us that I had no clue what it could mean.

"It's a five-fold knot." She says, most likely seeing the visible confusion on my face. "It's a Celtic symbol."

She grabs the blacklight to turn it on and shines it over each circle. "Virgins, warriors, healers, philosophers," I read off at each circle until she reached the middle. "guardians."

We turn to look at each other, my heart pounding a hundred miles a minute. Not because of Allison's face close to mine, but because of the fact that Argent could potentially be the Darach.

"I-I gotta call Stiles," I stutter then look away to pull my phone out of my pocket. I quickly click on Stiles' contact and put him on speaker.

After a few rings, he answers. "Hello?"

"Allison and I found out the next attacks they'll be based on." I immediately say.

"Philosophers and Guardians," Allison adds.

"Philosophers?"

"And guardians, which after last night has to relate to law enforcement, right?" I say and it's quiet for a moment. "Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need, but you have to get him to believe. Tell him, warn him--"

"Okay, okay, okay, I know."

"What are you gonna do?" I hear Cora ask in the background.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Wait a minute. Why is Cora with you?"

"Long story short, she made an idiotic decision to take on one of the twins and Aiden smacked her with one of the weights."

My eyes widen. "Wait, what? Cora, we talked about this."

"They killed Boyd and I'm not letting them get away with it." She remarked. "All that you guys do is show up late and find the bodies instead of actually saving them. I'm stepping up and doing this for him. I'm avenging his death."

"And how did that work out for you? You have to stop being so—"

"Can you guys fight later?" Stiles interrupted with a groan. "How am I supposed to prove to my dad that this supernatural stuff is real?"

"I mean, you have Cora with you. Start with that." Allison spoke up.

"Right, that's perfect. I'm gonna tell him the truth and I'm gonna need your help." I hear him say. "I'll talk to you guys later."

He hangs up the call and I shove my phone in my pocket but as if on cue, Allison's phone buzzes and she pulls it out from her pocket.

"Mr. Westover is missing." She says then puts her phone back in her pocket. "I have to stop my dad."

"Is that really a good idea? If Argent is actually doing all of this--"

"If? Olivia, look at this." She looks at me then gestures to the table. "He knows everything. He's planned everything." She pulls out a map from her pockets and places it on the table. "If Mr. Westover was taken from the school, there's gotta be another point on the telluric current."

I turn on the blacklight and flash it over the map until I find one of the circles. I compare it to the telluric current map and point to the spot.

"That's where he has to be," I say and she takes a picture of the map.

"Then that's where we're going to go."