LOST SOULS!
CHAPTER EIGHT.
motel welcome to hell!

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ADRIAN LET OUT A SMALL GROAN AS HE AND HIS FRIENDS CLAMBERED OFF OF THE SCHOOL BUS, GETTING A GOOD VIEW AT THE MOTEL THEY WOULD BE STAYING IN FOR THE NIGHT. It definitely wasn't five star quality in its shabby state, planted in the middle of nowhere as it seems . . . but that wasn't what threw the Martin boy off.

The minute he stepped off of the bus, a weird feeling came over him which unsettled him greatly. Adrian didn't know why, but something just seemed dangerous about the place, like, something just seemed so . . . deathly about its atmosphere.

"I've seen worse." Scott commented beside the young couple with his bag in hand, looking much better than what he had been only a few hours ago.

Stiles' face scrunched up in a deep disgust, looking at his friend in disbelief. "Where have you seen worse?" He bit back, looking at the motel with his boyfriend. He did take notice to the young redhead's consistent stare at the place, and he did receive a bad feeling about it, but just shrugged it off as him looking at the bad state of the place that differed far from what a Martin would be used to.

"His own house." Adrian muttered, the two boys hearing him and collectively smacking him over the head together. "Ow!"

Coach's whistle howled loudly in the night wind as he stood upfront of the ground of disgusted teenagers at where they had stopped for the night as he spoke. "Listen up, the meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves," lifting up his hand, the teacher displayed a set of room keys. "you'll be pairing up. Choose wisely."

One by one, the room keys began to leave the teacher's hand. Adrian didn't know what to do as he watched some of his lacrosse buddies glance at him before taking a room key, walking off.

Of course, the Martin's mind first travelled to sharing with his boyfriend or- if worst comes to worst- his sister . . . but he wasn't really sure either of them would want to even breathe the same air as him after the looks he had received back in the bus earlier.

Their looks of mixed sadness, disappointment, worry and frustration admittedly did make him feel slightly guilty for keeping his wounds a secret . . . until he remembered why he had hidden them.

Lets face it, the supernatural was quickly taking over all of the teenager's lives. It seemed so strange to believe it had only happened months back, it seemed like a lifetime now- if you asked Adrian. Nowadays, he couldn't go one day without thinking about the supernatural; something he didn't even believe in not that long ago!

Instead of stressing over regular teenage things as they should be; the group of friends were left to stress about this whole new threat to their lives . . . and the redhead hated it with a burning passion only continuing to boil up in his veins.

He wanted him and his friends to be as stress-free regarding the supernatural as possible, so he tried to keep them all in the dark around his 'slight' Necromancer problems and the fact that he keeps most likely imagining he's seeing his dead best friend, Toby Valack.

"And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, you got that?" Coach's yell snapped Adrian out of his thinking, reminding him that he still had no idea where he was sleeping tonight. "Keep your dirty little hands, to your dirty little selves!"

"Come on," Stiles grumbled as he dragged his boyfriend by the hand in the direction him and his best friend were going, grabbing a room key for the two of them to share on the way.

The redhead looked at him in slight amusement mixed with a mild surprise, his ginger brows lifting. "Wait, you want me in a room with you guys?"

The Stilinski boy rolled his hazel coloured eyes as his werewolf best friend followed behind them with a smile for the pair. "Beats you staying in Isaac and Boyd's room- or even Danny's."

Adrian's lips quirked up in a smirk as he cockily turned round, making the brown-haired boy quirk a brow in confusion at the look. "Ya know, Stilinski. If you wanted me to share a bed with you, all you had to do was ask."

"Say that to me again, and your ass is sleeping on the floor."

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"All right, so I have four." Stiles informed the two boys as he and his boyfriend lay on one of the two beds in the room they were currently in, Scott on the one next to theirs as they all stared up at the ceiling.

"Four?" The werewolf turned his head to his friend, surprised as he repeated what had already been established. "You have four suspects?"

"Yeah, it was originally ten." Stiles elaborated, his face twisting in confusion for a moment. "Well, nine, technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice."

"So who's number one? Harris?" Adrian felt like he was suffocating all over again at the mention of the chemistry teacher's name, not keen on going back down that road he had already partly went down on.

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead." The Stilinski told them, setting all theories down on the metaphorical table.

"I doubt it." Adrian finally spoke up after managing to somehow find his voice, swallowing rather thickly. "I mean, Harris sure is evil but I don't think he could commit the act of using humans as sacrifices, right? A-And not to put a downer on this already so far down situation here, guys, but most people who go missing in Beacon Hills often come back . . . ya know."

Stiles swivelled his head to the side to gaze upon his boyfriend's side profile and the way his facial expressions rested. There was something seeming to be hiding under his forest green eyes in the depths of his mind, and it confused him greatly on what he could know and wasn't possibly sharing. "Yeah . . . I guess that just sounded way better in my head." He trailed off, keeping his gaze.

The Martin, who could feel the burning eyes set on him, spoke once more. "Hey, what if it's someone we know, or at least goes to our school?" He suggested, the werewolf of the three seeming to get where he was coming from. "Remember that psycho Matt? The guy we didn't even suspect except Stiles?"

"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt." Scott argued back, shaking his head as he remembered the late, evil teen that held a strange fascination for his ex-girlfriend.

Stiles muttered an 'excuse me' under his breath as he sat up off the bed, looking offended as he cocked his head. "I was serious!" He claimed. "I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious. No one listened to me."

"I'm my defence, I sorta did- which is a lot for me as I usually don't listen to anyone." His boyfriend raised a hand as he closed his eyes whilst still laid out on the bed, wanting to sleep the night away yet unable to with the still odd feelings he was receiving. Why was this happening?

"Who were the other three?" Scott questioned.

"Derek's sister, Cora," the Martin boy was yet to know or meet the girl, so he couldn't have a proper judgment on her. Besides, Stiles did have an unfair bias towards the Hale family. "no one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister. Next, your boss."

The tanned werewolf sat upright in the bed rather confusedly. "My boss?" He repeated, the redhead next to him sharing his look of furrowed brows.

"Yeah, your boss, I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on. You know, freaks me out." The Stilinski boy rambled, stopping to groan when the McCall boy just stared at him. "Oh my god. Have you still not seen Star Wars?"

"I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie." Scott's tone was serious as he promised his best friend, hoping to change the subject to stop the sheriff's son for ranting on about the movie franchise he so dearly loved. "Who's the last one?"

"Lydia." Stiles revealed after stealing a few glances to his boyfriend with hesitance, taking a seat back down on the bed. "She was totally controlled by Peter and she had no idea, so . . ."

Adrian awkwardly let out a chuckle at the boy's 'joke' as he looked between the two friends, seeing neither one of them were cracking a smile. His face fell. "So you think my sister is the one committing the human sacrifices." He emphasized greatly, giving the boy a look which proved he was not happy with the suspicion on his own blood in the slightest. "Are you serious, Stiles?"

The Stilinski boy's gaze went to the carpet floor. He didn't want to accuse his friend, but he had to consider all odds . . . even his next suspicion. "Well, you could've been on the list too."

The Martin boy immediately stood up to stand up on his feet in front of the two beds, his face beginning to grow agitated at the boy and his- to him- absurd theories. "Oh wow, real mature there, Stiles. Frame your boyfriend for murder. That's great." His tone was thick with venom as he shot sarcastic remarks, hoping all of them landed.

"I didn't say you were the one doing all this! I'm just considering our options!" Stiles argued. "Besides, don't act like it would be a completely ridiculous suspicion with the way you've been acting these past few days!"

"Would it? Would it be ridiculous?!" Scott's eyes widened at how much tension was appearing between the two as their voices and heartbeats rose, beginning to hurt his ears with his enhanced hearing. "Sorry, I've been experiencing this term you may not understand! It's called grief, Stiles!"

"Last time I checked, grief doesn't make you come back as an asshole who keeps seeing his dead best friend!"

Adrian's heart thudded loudly in his chest, his face slowly dropping to a shocked one mixed sadness and despair. The mention of his best friend filled him with another form of sadness once more; a regretful one.

Seeing as the redhead wasn't going to speak any further on the topic, Stiles went on. "Yeah, thats right. After you passed out, Allison told me all about how you kept saying Toby's name over and over again! You kept muttering about how sorry you were! How sorry you were that he died because of you!"

"Stiles," Scott suddenly broke the two away from their intense death staring, standing up and shooting his best friend a hard look, "enough, man."

The hazel-eyed boy took his time calming down, sighing as a result that he finally did as he looked to his boyfriend once more. His gaze was different than before, almost one of a lost and sad misunderstanding. "What's been going on with you, Tiger?" He whispered.

The look he was being received made Adrian's stomach flip in the bad way, making him feel like he was suddenly turned upside down and was ready to spew his guts out. It was a horrible feeling that he wanted to rid himself of immediately by sharing the weight he had been carrying these last few months . . . but he couldn't. He wouldn't allow himself to have that level of vulnerability with his boyfriend.

"To be honest, Stilinski, I don't think that's any of your business." Adrian's tone was snappy, cold and harsh, but he didn't mean any of it as he slammed the door to their room shut; leaving the young couple to sit in a moment of a sad, unbearable silence that they had just created.

However, when Stiles opened the door to hopefully restore a little bit of tolerance between them . . . Adrian Martin was no longer on the other side.

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Adrian groaned as he flopped face-first on one of the beds in Allison and Lydia's room, hearing the strawberry blonde of the two girls pacing around him while the Argent prepared to shower. The female Martin looked more furious than the day Adrian had made her childhood crush cry by putting glitter glue in his hair. "I cannot believe your stupid boyfriend is accusing me of murder."

"Not murder." the other redhead corrected, flipping himself round so he was now lying on his back as he pointed a finger up towards the ceiling. "Human sacrifices."

"His theory may be proven correct the next time I see him." Lydia answered through gritted teeth, running her hands through her locks in frustration as she turned to her brother. "What did you say?"

The Martin sighed in response, rubbing a hand over his face. "I thought it was some cruel joke at first obviously, but when I found out he wasn't kidding . . . we got into a fight." He trailed off, the shouts him and his boyfriend shared earlier echoing in the depths of his mind.

The green eyes of his sister softened, her plump, pink lips forming an 'o' shape as she set a hand on the young boy's shoulder whilst he sat up. "What happened?"

Adrian let out a hollow laugh, no humour lining the action. "He told me I could've been on the list, said it wouldn't be out of the blue considering how I've been acting since I got back." The redhead shook his head, turning to the girl beside him as he asked rather defeatedly. "Have I really been that bad since I got back?"

The young teen had felt so wasted now. All that seemed to welcome him nowadays was the feeling of everything coming down on him and breaking. He used to believe that him and Stiles were one of the only things that had been working- that they were the only thing yet to fall and smash into a million pieces around everything else.

Yet . . . Adrian could feel them starting to crack.

Truth be told, the redhead wasn't sure what main emotion he should be feeling right now. Anger? Sadness? It all came out with the same outcome nowadays so it seemed; with him shouting to hopefully win the last word.

"Lydia, Adrian!" Giving the strawberry blonde no time to respond, Allison's voice called for them. The two redheads stepped in the room to find the hunter holding the towels the hotel provided with a foul look. "Do these towels smell weird to you?"

Adrian was first to take a small sniff, pulling away with a disgusted face. "Yeah, smells like nicotine."

"How do you know what that smells like?" Lydia turned to her brother intriguingly, raising her perfectly shaped brows in question.

The redhead rolled his eyes in response. "I don't smoke, if that's what you're thinking. I just remember it, that's all. Remember, when we were little, dad used to . . ." The boy's words trailed off on their own, his face falling as his green eyes clouded. Realising the two females were beginning to grow concerned with his silence, he cleared his throat and quickly dodged the topic. "I-I'll go and get them changed for you."

"I'll come to!" Lydia chirped once her brother picked up the bundle in his arms and speed walked away, following him out of the room as the siblings faintly heard Allison say 'thank you' before stepping into the shower.

Not even an idiot could ignore the awkward, tense air that was beginning to build up between the two teens in the night as they headed off and away from the room.

Even when she was little, Lydia still had that intimidating edge to her. The way she would purse her lips, play with her nails and look anywhere but your direction bitchily was enough to tell you exactly how she felt. "So . . . you're not my full brother, huh?"

The opposite redhead cursed mentally as he felt his shoulders grow to the weight of boulders, his hands feeling all tingly in the palms. "Umm . . . yeah."

Lydia nodded, biting her lip when her brother looked at her, concerned. The pained look that swam in her emerald green eyes made him regret that he ever answered her question. Glen Capri really wasn't a lucky place for him. "So . . . what's your real last name then?"

"Huh? What?" Adrian's ginger brows came to, once again, knit together, unable to understand the question for a few moments.

His sister- well . . . half sister- gave him an obvious look, raising her perfectly plucked brows. "Your last name. What is it? It's obviously not Martin." She trailed off, looking down at the pattern on her dress.

The young teen felt like he could hear the crack in his heart as his face fell at the words. Truthfully, he hadn't even thought on the fact that he had another second name. I mean, his whole life, he had been Adrian Martin and known/addressed as nothing else.

And now . . . the boy didn't even feel like he knew who he was now.

"Gee, I-I didn't even think of that." The redhead confessed, scratching the back of his craning neck as his face scrunched up in a disappointment at his own stupidity. "I don't know, Lyds."

Now, the look Adrian received was a look he was expecting . . . but it still made him feel all the more ashamed and dumb. The two half-related siblings stopped their walking. ". . . So you're telling me that you found out that your real father is out there somewhere, and you haven't even tried to look for him?"

"well . . . yeah?" The boy cringed, his voice rising to a higher octave as his mind finally wrapped around how much of an idiot he had been regarding his father. "The situation seems a lot worse when you vocally say it."

"Adrian!" Lydia looked as if steam would erupt from her ears any minute now as she stared at him with a look that buried him mentally six feet under. It was a talent, really.

"Oh, look! The reception desk!" Keen to move onto a very different topic swiftly, the male redhead of the pair quickly jogged over with a simple mutter. "Thank god."

"Excuse me?" Lydia took the lead in talking to the older woman, who had her back turned to them. "Uh, the card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but . . ."

"The towels smell like someone used their decaying lungs to spill their nicotine guts out on them." Adrian deadpanned, feeling his sister give him a side glance at his disinterest in letting the lady down slowly on their poor service.

When the woman behind the desk gave them her full attention by turning around, Lydia feared the look on her face would cause great upset when her and her half brother's green eyes glued to the tube attached to her neck with medical tape to secure it there. Adrian, however, just kept staring . . . and staring . . . and staring.

"Sorry about that, sweethearts." Lydia discreetly stepped on the opposite boy's foot, making him release a squeak of pain before disguising it as a cough that came out almost as raspy as the old woman's voice.

Hoping to distract both herself and her half brother from staring at the tube, the female Martin looked up to draw attention to a board above the desk with bold red writing lining it along with three pinned tags reading the number '198'. "What's that?" She curiously inquired, gaining the other's attention as she stared at the board. "That number."

"It's kind of an inside thing for the motel," The woman further explained to the two of them, her wrinkled lips twisting in a fox-like smile. "my husband insists on keeping it up."

"Why? What does it mean? The amount of times you've had a complaint?" Adrian observed the board, feeling his sister pinch his arm discreetly as a warning to shut his mouth.

The ageing woman remained unfazed. "It's a little morbid, to be honest," she cautioned the young teens, eyeing between the two of them carefully. "You sure you wanna know?"

"Tell us." Lydia answered as her half brother nodded along with her. At this point, the male redhead just wanted some fresh towels so he can go to bed.

There was a short pause on the ageing woman's part before she spoke, eyeing them both carefully in a moment of intensity. "We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction."

"Obviously," both of the redheads muttered in unison, collectively thinking alike.

"But we are the number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail." The woman's face seemed to turn more dark, more evil-like in that sentence as Adrian's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes becoming more serious as well. "Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides,"

Adrian continued to stare at the woman as if she had three heads whist Lydia was the first to ask in a credulous manner. "one hundred and ninety-eight?"

"And counting," the cackle the woman released made Adrian slowly back away from the desk, collecting the towels and tucking them under his arm. Now he wasn't so sure the feeling he had gotten whilst first stepping off the bus was just a coincidence.

Lydia joined him in the backing away from the creepy old lady, giving the boy walking next to her a more than judgmental look. "Still glad we talked to her instead of talking about your unknown dad?"

"Shut up, Lydia."

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"One hundred and ninety-eight?"

"Yes! Yes, Allison, one hundred and ninety-eight suicides in this here motel!" Adrian exasperated to the hunter currently drying off her wet hair with the new- and hopefully clean- towels the two redheads had collected earlier. "Lydia did the math! It's a madhouse! Glen Capri Motel? More like Motel Welcome To Hell!"

The female Martin rolled her eyes at the boy's dramatic moment vaguely, going to stare back at the room wall ahead. "And we're talking forty years. On average, that's four point nine five a year, which is actually expected." She explained as Allison walked over to them. "But who commemorates with a framed number? Who does that? Who?"

"People who put milk in before their cereal, that's who." Adrian deadpanned, receiving what felt like his fiftieth look of the night. "What?"

"All suicides?" Allison, who had been looking through her bag, ignored the previous words and turned to her two friends as she applied some lip balm.

In acknowledgement, Lydia replies with a. "Yes, hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun-in-the-mouth suicides. I don't know about you two, but me, I-"

"Wait," Adrian suddenly interjected just before his half sister could stop herself, the two siblings sharing the same look of a mysterious frown. "something feels off." He warned, wearily looked around the room.

"Yeah, did you hear that?" The strawberry beside him added, neither him nor Allison knowing what she was referencing to this time as she made her way over to the vents above the bed.

"Did you hear anything?" Allison worriedly glanced between the brother and sister, facing the male of the two with a curious look.

Adrian shook his head, looking just as confused himself. "No. No, I didn't hear anything. Something just feels off to me though, like, something . . . something really bad is going to happen." He let out a breath, staring at the carpet.

Lydia suddenly began to let out shaky breaths, her whimpers gaining the attention of the other two as she jumped away from the vent. "Oh my god,"

"What is it, Lydia? What happened?" Allison fussed, looking at her friend with an urgent look just as Adrian staggered back a bit. He felt a tad bit light all of a sudden.

"Didn't you hear that?" The girl cried, looking as if something traumatic had just occurred.

"Hear what?" The tall brunette frowned, clueless.

"The two people in the other room, they shot each other." Lydia's green eyes remained wide as her breaths came in the form of gasps, that look only widening when she faced The Necromancer of the group. "Adrian . . ." She trailed off slowly.

"W-What?" The redhead weakly let out, his blood seeming to stop when he saw both teenage girl's eyes were now focused on his face- and not in the good way. Staggering to the bathroom to the mirror, he soon found out why.

A bloody bullet wound was embedded into the skin on his forehead, looking like the young teen had actually took a gun and done the deed himself. Adrian began to feel his breathing grow hollow, collapsing against the sink in shock.

"Adrian!" He felt Allison and Lydia rush to his side in moments, their faces paling when they looked at the bloodied mark on his forehead once more. It looked so real. Too real.

"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt." The supernatural teen was telling the truth. It had came so unexpectedly quick, the pain had no time to settle. Maybe that was because the people that had actually done it died quickly. He thought, his eyes widening at a sudden truth. The people. "Girls, t-the others next door . . . if I got their wound then," he trailed off, the unsettling thought sinking in.

"I'll go!" Lydia was quick to get on her feet after seeing her brother wasn't lying about being in no pain. Her hunter friend wasn't far behind her either as Adrian nodded for her to follow, the two girls running to the other room as he was left alone in the bathroom.

The redhead sat up to steady himself against the sink once more, wincing when his finger came in contact with the bullet wound. He cursed. It may not have been a painful wound, but it was still a very noticeable one that stung to touch.

"Need some help?"

Adrian froze mid-caressing the side of the wound, his eyes snapping up. The first thing he saw was a messy mop of blonde hair. ". . . g-go away." He staggered, her fingers clutching onto the sink tightly as his hand turned white.

"Adrian," the redhead flinched when the figure walked closer, a ghost of a hand touching his arm lightly. Out of the corner of his eye- and only the corner of his eye- he stared, but the minute they made eye contact . . . they were looking away again. He heard a gentle sigh wade through. "let me help."

"I don't see how you can help, considering I most likely passed out and will wake up to Lydia, Allison- hell, maybe even Stiles, slapping me awake." The teen huffed, stubbornly refusing the help. His gaze was kept on the mirror, almost like he was scared to look upon anything else.

Toby Valack's light chuckle bounced off the bathroom walls, the boy smiling kindly as he gently pushed his friend down on the seat of the toilet whilst only looking into his eyes. "Typical Adrian Martin, huh? Always one to deny what he believes not to be real."

"This isn't real." Said boy denied immediately, swiftly shaking his head with a sure look. He finally made eye contact back, gulping under the gaze. "It's not . . . it can't be."

The blonde merely just hummed in a form of reply, bending down to quickly cover the wound his friend had with his hand before he could look at it. He muttered a small apology when he received a wince upon the contact made. "You know, they're not going to find anything in the other room, right? Allison and Lydia, I mean. They'll only find an empty room under construction with nothing but paint buckets, ladders and scaffolding by the windows decorating it."

"How do you know that?" Adrian knew he shouldn't be speaking to the boy, it was a stupid idea. The more he went along with this weird trick his mind begged him to play along with, the more hurtful memories it would cause him in the long run as he would mourn for the extra years added on.

"Because, Adrian, this hotel isn't what it seems." Toby's dark brown eyes bored into the green ones across from him, almost warning him with his tone of voice. "Trust me, mate, bad things are going to happen here and-" the Valack boy's skin suddenly paled when his eyes unintentionally looked upon the bullet wound his hand used to be covering. He was so caught up in his sentence, he didn't even release his hand had dropped now down beside him.

"T-Toby, what," Adrian's eyes widened slightly when the blonde held a look of pure terror on his face as his pink lips began to wobble. When tears began to build, the teenage boy grasped onto his arm. "what's going on? What's happening?"

"T-The . . . The hole . . . I-I-He . . . He-" The Valack boy's breaths suddenly rushed out more quickly so much so the other boy wasn't even sure if he was breathing properly. All his chocolate brown eyes trained on were Adrian's wound, instantly telling him that was the source of the problem.

Noticing it out of the corner of his eye, the redhead of the pair grabbed the towel Allison had left in the bathroom and slapped it over his wound to hide it. Toby's eyes seemed to clear slightly when it was gone, but his panic still remained as he hunched over the floor.

Little by little, Adrian began to notice his quick pace in breaths decreasing as he rubbed his friend's back until they subsided. When Toby was in good enough control to speak, he wiped his eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Adrian, I-I just . . . I saw," his breathing picked up once more.

"Hey, Hey, Hey, it's okay." The Martin was quick to silence the boy, shaking his head gently as he kept a tight grip on the towel. "You don't need to explain it to me. Please, don't explain it to me. I'm not good with helping people during panic attacks. Believe me when I say that, I'm dating Stiles Stilinski."

"It was just my Trypophobia kicking in, sorry." Toby waved the comment off, giving the teen an apologetic look as he wiped his nose gently with the back of his hand. When he looked up, he gave a tight lipped smile at the confused look he was being given. "It's an aversion to the sight of irregular patterns or clusters of small holes or bumps. I've had it since I was little."

"You . . . You never told me that." Adrian trailed off softly, his forest green eyes seeming to clear up a bit with a slight tinge of disappointment. Why didn't he know that?

"And, because I know you so well, I didn't tell you because I was scared you would see me differently or think it was weird and just avoid me." The blonde explains to him easily, collecting himself to stand back up yet again.

Adrian quickly shook his head, the look in his eyes disappearing as soon as it came to allow a scoff to escape his lips. "It is pretty weird, dude." He muttered, still holding the towel up as he sat back down again. "So are you gonna be able to even help me with this problem or not?"

Toby gave a shy, sheepish grin. Walking over, he placed the palm of his sweaty hand against the redhead's forehead where the wound would be if it wasn't covered by the fabric of the towel. "Okay, you may feel a slight bit of excruciating pain before you pass out by the way."

"Wait wha-" Adrian Martin was cut off by his own scream of pain as his ears rang loudly with a screech, his head giving one thunderous pound before it knocked him out on the Glen Capri floor.

A U T H O R. N O T E
i scrambled to get this chapter finish after the teen wolf reunion was posted on the mtv youtube channel. it was so nice seeing everyones faces again . . . especially dylan's.

anyways, sorry for the long wait and lack of updates! been busy catching up with my school work and hating myself for choosing classics. i'm on my summer holidays now, so fingers crossed new updates will be coming soon!
i know this chapter is bad btw, i'm just trying to get back into adrian mode as it's been awhile lol.
thanks for reading and i love you all!

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