𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙉𝙀
ミ★ ( clairvoyant, act one ) ★彡

     Stiles didn't get a wink of sleep that night. It was mainly spent down at the station being interrogated by the cops to rule him out as a suspect in the investigation of the almost dead girl he found. Then, he needed to stay with his dad who went to check on her in the hospital. Both places were also freezing cold inside, but for different reasons—and that was saying something considering it was boiling hot outside. He didn't get to return home until late in the night, but that didn't mean he could experience the luxury of sleep after since all he could picture was the girl in his mind.

     "Hey, let's see this thing." Stiles requested as he walked over to his best friend the next day to greet him. Scott wasn't at his car when Stiles and his dad walked back towards the outskirts of the preservation the night before, and Stiles had to leave otherwise it would make his dad suspicious as to why he was hanging around, especially after finding an almost dead body and saying he was alone. Ultimately, making Stiles have to leave Scott alone in the woods.

     Scott had texted him a lot of freaked out messages about being bitten by something, and Stiles was in shock because it sounded a lot more interesting than his night since he was answering questions and giving statements. Stiles just has to think it's good experience to see what it's like to be in an interrogation room—although he would've preferred to be on the other side of the table.

     He had been captured by the security cameras entering and exiting the local diner for a burger before he stopped at Scott's. Thankfully, that being enough to rule him out as a suspect since he had a documented alibi for where he was at the time when the girl was supposedly being injured. She was going to make it, according to his dad, but she was in a coma induced by her injuries because they were so severe. He even thought about visiting her later that afternoon depending on how things went at try outs.

     Scott lifted up his shirt to show Stiles his bite wound, which was covered with gauze and tape that has a small amount of blood leaking through. Stiles poked the bandage, which caused Scott to flinch in pain, and Scott pulled his shirt back down defensively as the two resume their walk into the school, "It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

     Stiles looked at Scott with disbelief, "A wolf bit you?" Scott nodded his head, and Stiles shook his head in refusal to him and gave him a look, "No, not a chance."

     "I heard a wolf howling." Scott claimed in confusion. He was sure that he heard wolves.

     Stiles scoffed and continued to shake his head in response to Scott's argument, "No, you didn't." He insists.

     "What do you mean, 'no, I didn't'?" Scott questioned him with frustration, "How do you know what I heard?"

     "Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years." Stiles answered him and Scott looked surprised by the news as the two stopped on the staircase.

     Stiles turned to face Scott, "Really?" Scott asked in confusion again.

     "Yes, really." Stiles told him, "There are no wolves in California."

     "Alright. Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body." Scott responded and Stiles' demeanor instantly changed from exasperation to gleeful at his revelation.

     "You—are you kidding me?" Stiles questioned excitedly.

     "No, man. I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month." Scott groaned to himself.

     Stiles put his hands on his head in disbelief, "Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since—" Stiles loses his train of thought when he sees Lydia Martin, Queen Bee of Beacon Hills High School, walking up the stairs toward the school, "—since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look—" Lydia continues to walk right past Stiles, completely oblivious to the fact that he was talking to her, "—like you're gonna ignore me..."

     Stiles looked back at Scott with an irritable expression while Scott looked amused, "You're the cause of this, you know." Scott rolled his eyes in response to his comment, "Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet-nerded by you."

Scott and Stiles entered their first period English class and took their seats, where the teacher immediately began the lecture without introduction, "As you all know, there indeed were indeed two bodies found in the woods last night." He started, "One of them being your very own classmate Aurora Carter, who's hanging on by a thread in a coma."

Aurora Carter— Rory, as she liked to be called. That was her name. Stiles looked down at his hands, feeling slightly sick to his stomach as he remembered the night before, remembering what it felt like to have Rory Carter's blood on his hands as she was fighting for her life.

"And, I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But, I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody. There is a card at the front desk for you to sign your well wishes for Miss Carter. I expect you all to sign it by the end of the day." The teacher continued, "Which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester."

Stiles tried to distract himself by looking at the syllabus, but he couldn't forget the look of her. He was only glad they indeed find her, they didn't know if she was going to make it if she stayed any longer out in the woods.

The vice principal then walked into the classroom, with a teenage girl by his side that was unfamiliar. It was a new student clearly; Stiles could tell because he had never seen her before, but also because of how nervous she looked beside him, tucking a piece of dark curly hair behind her ear, "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please, do your best to make her feel welcome."

Allison smiled nervously before finding the only open seat in the class, which just happened to be behind Scott and to the right of Stiles, the latter of whom smiles at her awkwardly as she sits down.

Scott then turned around to offer her a pen. Allison looked surprised by the gesture, but smiles at him gratefully while Stiles stared at them with a strange look on his face, wondering what the hell just happened.

The teacher then picked up where he left off as Allison looks confused by this interaction, "We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page one-thirty-three."

After a gruelling hour, class finished and Stiles walked out of the classroom with Scott next to him; as did every other student that finished their class. Students barged passed each other to try and get to their next class on time while Scott and Stiles tried to get to the boys' locker room to change and get ready for lacrosse try-outs.

Scott was rambling besides Stiles; going on about the new girl and how cute he found her. Stiles could agree. Allison was beautiful, and she had a bright smile which could make anyone beautiful.

Stiles looked up, trying to watch where he was going when he saw someone among the students. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted to try and make sure he was seeing it correctly—it was Rory.

She was trying to make it through the hallway, she looked confused and frantic at the same time as to why no one was acknowledging her or her questions. It was as if they were ignoring her as she tried to grab their attention.

"Rory?" Stiles whispered in disbelief and she looked at him in surprise that someone noticed her.

"What was that?" Scott asked and Stiles' head snapped to his.

"What?" Stiles asked back and he looked back to where Rory was, only to see that she had disappeared.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He swore she was just there, "You said Rory's name." Scott pointed out, equally confused as to why he said that. Maybe he was feeling some sort of PTSD affects after finding her body in the woods last night.

"I thought I saw..." Stiles trailed off before shaking his head with a sigh, running a hand through his hair, "Never mind."

The two then changed and gathered on the lacrosse field with the rest of the players that were warming up by passing the ball back and forth to each other, while other students congregated in the bleachers to watch the team play and train.

Scott and Stiles quickly jogged towards the field; Stiles noticing that it was only him that was out of breath from the jog and Scott—who was the severe asthmatic—wasn't, and he was struggling to keep up with him, while he seemed unfazed by the exertion, "Hey, I just had a thought." Stiles panted, "If you play... I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?"

"I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines." Scott says. He feels guilty that he might be ditching Stiles, but he wasn't going to be talked out of it. Scott dropped his bag near the bench, "This season, I make first line."

Scott then noticed that Allison had walked onto the bleachers with Lydia Martin so they could watch the team try out, becoming distracted by her sweet smile at him that he didn't even notice that Coach Finstock had appeared in front of him, "McCall!" He yelled.

"Yeah?" Scott asked back.

Coach roughly tosses a lacrosse stick with a bigger net and a bigger helmet to Scott, who catches them after they smack him on the chest. Scott's eyes narrow in confusion, "You're on goal." He informed him.

Scott frowned, "I've never played..."

"I know—scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first-day-back thing." Coach responded and smacked Scott on the shoulder for emphasis, "Get 'em energised! Fired up!"

Stiles noticed the look on Scoff's face that he didn't have a good feeling about this idea, "What about me?" Scott asked Coach.

"Try not to take any in the face." Coach smacks Scott lightly on the cheek with the palm of his hand before turning toward the field to start the try-outs, "Let's go! Come on!"

Scott reluctantly takes his place in the goal and prepares for practice to start.

Coach's assistant then blew the whistle to start practice and Scott flinched, letting him become a prime target for Jackson Whittemore, who takes a shot at the goal while Scott was still recovering.

The ball hit him right in the front of his helmet with so much force that he was knocked backwards onto the ground. Coach Finstock, Jackson, and the rest of the team members immediately start laughing while Stiles cringed.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Jackson teased.

Scott stood to his feet and shakes out his shoulders in preparation for the next shot. The next player tosses the ball towards him, and Scott catches it easily, to the point where he's visibly stunned that he was able to do so. This sentiment is shared by all the rest of the teammates, Stiles included, who then cheers happily for his friend, "Yeah!"

The next couple of shots are caught by Scott just as easily, and Coach Finstock simply stares at Scott with his mouth open as though he can't believe what he's seeing. Allison smiles when she sees Scott's performance, and even Lydia is clearly impressed by what she sees.

Scott is practically giddy as he bounces on the balls of his feet and smiles, which only makes Jackson more angry. Jackson slams the top of his stick against the player who was set to practice his goals and ditches him in line. Scott tenses.

"Oh, God." Stiles muttered to himself, preparing for the worst. Jackson was their best player—and Scott was their worst. Somehow, today, he wasn't though. But, Stiles wasn't sure how long this luck would last.

Jackson ran as fast as he could toward the goal and tosses the ball with all the force he can muster, but Scott caught it without hesitation. Stiles stood to his feet to cheer him on, "Yeah! That's my friend!" He yelled excitedly, but his excitement died down when he noticed Rory sitting among the crowd in the bleachers yet again.

What the hell?

     Stiles blinked a couple of times, wondering if she would disappear like she did the last time. But after several blinks, she didn't go away. Rory Carter sat on the bleachers staring at him. No one else was noticing her; which was strange because she was just found in the woods within an inch of her life the night before. Not to mention, he was sure that his dad would at least tell him that she was out of her coma and out of the hospital. Instead, not a peep from him. He also didn't expect her to come back to school so soon after that experience.

     Teenagers were curious by nature—everyone should've been questioning her as to what happened and who did it to her. They weren't talking to her, just talking amongst themselves while she just sat there staring at him.

     Then, she mouthed the words, "Help me."

     With one last blink, Rory was gone and a sinking feeling settled in to Stiles' stomach again. You're seeing things, Stiles. He told himself. It's just your imagination. Rory wasn't there, Rory is in the hospital.

     You're just seeing things, Stiles.