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Lydia Martin's House | Evening
After yesterday, going back to Beacon Hills to attend Lydia's birthday party and try to do some more research of the kanima's murder victims seemed to be a safer and less traumatizing option than cuddling in bed with Derek again. Ugh that was so wrong. Even if it was a shockingly good nap.
Stiles had bought almost a thousand dollars worth of stuff for Lydia for her birthday over the last few weeks, but decided that giving her all of it would have been creepy so he put the best of it in a box so large that he had trouble getting it through the door. Because that wasn't creepy at all.
The party was kind of dead so far, which was unusual for a Lydia Martin birthday. Usually she didn't even have to send out invitations, people just knew where to be March 23rd. At least Scott was there, despite it being the full moon, so Stiles wasn't wallflowering by himself.
"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asked when he found Scott standing by the snack table. Stiles hoped Jackson was smart enough to stay away considering the whole kanima thing but...yeah, Jackson was an idiot.
"No," Scott answered. "You seen Allison?"
Typical. "No, but we should probably tell her what we found."
"I'm still kind of not sure what we found." Again, typical.
"We figured out it has something to do with water," Stiles said. "You know, the victims all being on the swim team, the way the kanima acted around the pool."
Scott nodded. "So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team."
"Hated the swim team. Specifically the 2006 swim team," Stiles clarified. It took a couple hours sifting through old yearbooks, but Stiles had figured it out. The knowledge didn't stop the police for wanting to charge Mr. Harris, but it was at least something. "So it could be another teacher? Maybe a student back then. I mean, who are we missing, who haven't we thought of?"
Allison walked over then, not looking all that cheerful. Not that Stiles could blame her, she and Scott were in the middle of another sort-of-fight and her best friend's party was pretty much a flop. "Jackson's not here."
"No one's here," Stiles said, gesturing to the empty room.
"Maybe it's just early," Scott suggested.
"Or maybe no one's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob," Stiles said. Hey, he was still attracted to that whackjob so it wasn't a complete insult.
Allison frowned. "Well we have to do something because we've completely ignored her the past two weeks."
Scott shrugged. "So what, she's been ignoring Stiles the past ten years."
Ah, there was the grumpy full moon Scott Stiles had been waiting for. "I prefer to think of it as me not being on her radar...yet."
"We don't owe her a party," Scott said.
"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison asked.
Scott lifted an eyebrow. "Normal?"
"She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us," Allison said.
There was the clopping of heels as Lydia made her way out to the pool area, carrying a tray of punch that she insisted that everyone try. She was frowning and obviously looking worried. Lydia might be a bitch, but it was hard not to feel bad for her.
Scott sighed. "I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."
"I also know a few people that could get this party going," Stiles said. "Like...really going."
Allison looked surprised, which was a little insulting. "Who?"
Stiles pulled out his phone and looked over his contact list. "I met them the other night and let's just say they know how to party."
When the doorbell rang a few minutes later Lydia Martin would find the lacrosse team, a multitude of Beacon Hills High students and several drag queens Stiles had met at Jungle.
Stiles hadn't been lying about his friends being able to party 'cause the place was raging now. People were everywhere, music was thumping and it seemed like everyone had a glass of punch in their hand at Lydia's insistence. Stiles, of course, was drinking it because when Lydia said jump Stiles asked how high.
"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?" Stiles asked once he found Scott sitting by the pool.
"Why should I apologize?" Scott asked.
"'Cause you're the guy," Stiles said. "It's what we do."
"But I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Well then you should definitely apologize," Stiles said. "Any time a guy thinks he didn't do anything wrong that definitely means he did something wrong."
Scott frowned at Stiles. "I'm not apologizing."
"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?"
"Probably," Scott admitted. "Why do you care anyway?"
"Because, Scott, something's gotta give here. I mean, we're getting our asses kicked here, just in case you haven't noticed," Stiles said. "People are dying, I got my dad fired, you're gonna be held back in school, not only am I in love with a nutjob but I'm fake dating an even bigger nutjob and if on top of that I have to watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt then I'm gonna stab myself in the face."
Scott stood up and looked at something behind Stiles. "Don't stab yourself in the face."
"Why not?"
Scott frowned. "Because Jackson's here."
Stiles turned and sure enough Jackson was wandering around, a glass of punch in his hand. He didn't look particularly happy to be here which made Stiles wonder why he even bothered showing up.
"Why did he even bother--" Stiles stopped in mid-sentence when he caught a look at Scott. He looked sort of sick and uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"
Scott shook his head. "It's not the full moon. It's something else."
Scott pushed his way past Stiles and Stiles planned to follow but got distracted by someone yelling in the next room. Stiles wandered towards whoever was making the commotion. He stepped into the next room to see his father, dressed in a black suit and holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. He was yelling at a teenager about having just been to a funeral.
Stiles stood there in shock, unable to move. Something about this wasn't right, he knew that, but it was kind of hard to focus on that when his father was right there, drunk and yelling. The Sheriff made eye contact with Stiles and pointed at him, anger etched on his face.
"It's you. It's all you," the Sheriff started, glaring at Stiles. "You know, every day I saw her lying in that hospital bed, slowly dying, I thought...how in the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive bastard that keeps ruining my life!"
Stiles swallowed hard, blinking back tears that welled up at his father's words. It wasn't the first time Stiles had thought about this. Sometimes he thought he was a cruel punishment for his father after everything he'd been through, but having his father stand there and confirm his fears was too much.
"It's all you. It's you Stiles. You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her," his father said. "And now you're killing me."
The Sheriff reared his arm back and threw the bottle of whiskey at Stiles' head. Stiles ducked and lifted up his arms for protection but the bottle never hit. Slowly he lowered his arms to see his father gone. Everyone in the room was acting like nothing had happened, that the town's sheriff wasn't drunk and yelling at his son. Stiles quickly realized that it hadn't happened. It had all been in his head.
Stiles wiped tears from his face and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel's from the bar. He couldn't deal with this sober.
Several shots later and Stiles wasn't exactly feeling better about his situation but it was harder to focus on it, so he'd consider that a win. He wandered his way towards the edge of the pool, sitting on the concrete and watching the water. He was vaguely aware of the party going on around him, managed to send a text, but couldn't put his focus on one thing. It was kind of nice.
Eventually Scott came over and waved a bottle of water in his face. "Stiles. Stiles, look at me, drink the water. Stiles, please drink it. Something's happening, I need you to sober up now."
A nearby partygoer had been watching Scott trying to deal with Stiles and crouched down next to them. "What are you doing? If you want to sober him up fast that's not the way to do it."
"You can do better?" Scott asked, clearly irritated. Blame the full moon and crazy trauma punch.
"I can do best, boy."
"Best" apparently meant grabbing Stiles by the collar and dunking his entire head into the pool. Stiles coughed and sputtered, flailing his arms to push the girl and Scott away from him.
"How do you feel?"
Stiles glared. "Like I have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl."
The girl nodded. "He's sober."
"Come on, Stiles, we've got to find Lydia," Scott said, helping Stiles up. "Don't drink anymore punch."
"I haven't seen Lydia in a while," Stiles said. "And dude? Anybody who drank that crap is freaking out."
"I can see that." What had started off as an enthusiastic group of people laughing and partying had turned into something out of a horror movie. People were running around, screaming, talking to themselves, fighting with each other, crying in corners. One guy was enthusiastically making out with a tree.
Stiles was beginning to think he had handled his own bit of trauma pretty well compared to everyone else. "What the hell do we do?"
Scott shook his head. "I don't know but we gotta--"
A loud scream pierced the air as several people tossed Matt into the pool. He was flailing in the water, screaming and freaking out, making it obvious that he couldn't swim. Stiles didn't make a move to help (he really hated that guy) but he noticed that Scott looked like he was about to do something. Before he could move, however, Jackson was pushing his way through the crowd.
He rushed over towards the pool and pulled Matt out almost one handed and hovered around him almost protectively. Matt frowned, focusing his glare on a shocked Stiles and Scott. "What are you looking at?"
The sound of sirens stopped whatever horrible thing Stiles was about to reply with.
"Cops are here! Party's over!"
It wasn't the first time Stiles had to rush out of a party (he was a nerd but not that much of a nerd), so he knew the optimal way to escape without running into the cops. He lost Scott somewhere along the way, but since they had taken his jeep to the party it wasn't like he could leave without him.
"Stiles!" Scott looked like a mess when he reached the jeep. "It's Matt, he's the kanima's master!"
"Yeah, I got that when Jackson saved him from drowning," Stiles said. "I told you he was a douchebag."
"No, dude, I mean I really know he's the kanima's master," Scott said. "I just saw him with Jackson. Lizarded out Jackson."
Oh. "What do we do?"
Scott chewed on his lower lip. "I think we need to go to your dad."
Stiles nodded in agreement. "Yeah. I don't know how we're gonna convince him it's Matt but, sure, let's try. Just get your puppy eyes ready. Those work on parents."
"Can do."
[Here, have all the Teen Wolf catchups!!! Taken from Teen Wolf 2x09 "Party Guessed". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine. One more post coming tonight, deal with it]
Stiles had bought almost a thousand dollars worth of stuff for Lydia for her birthday over the last few weeks, but decided that giving her all of it would have been creepy so he put the best of it in a box so large that he had trouble getting it through the door. Because that wasn't creepy at all.
The party was kind of dead so far, which was unusual for a Lydia Martin birthday. Usually she didn't even have to send out invitations, people just knew where to be March 23rd. At least Scott was there, despite it being the full moon, so Stiles wasn't wallflowering by himself.
"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asked when he found Scott standing by the snack table. Stiles hoped Jackson was smart enough to stay away considering the whole kanima thing but...yeah, Jackson was an idiot.
"No," Scott answered. "You seen Allison?"
Typical. "No, but we should probably tell her what we found."
"I'm still kind of not sure what we found." Again, typical.
"We figured out it has something to do with water," Stiles said. "You know, the victims all being on the swim team, the way the kanima acted around the pool."
Scott nodded. "So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team."
"Hated the swim team. Specifically the 2006 swim team," Stiles clarified. It took a couple hours sifting through old yearbooks, but Stiles had figured it out. The knowledge didn't stop the police for wanting to charge Mr. Harris, but it was at least something. "So it could be another teacher? Maybe a student back then. I mean, who are we missing, who haven't we thought of?"
Allison walked over then, not looking all that cheerful. Not that Stiles could blame her, she and Scott were in the middle of another sort-of-fight and her best friend's party was pretty much a flop. "Jackson's not here."
"No one's here," Stiles said, gesturing to the empty room.
"Maybe it's just early," Scott suggested.
"Or maybe no one's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob," Stiles said. Hey, he was still attracted to that whackjob so it wasn't a complete insult.
Allison frowned. "Well we have to do something because we've completely ignored her the past two weeks."
Scott shrugged. "So what, she's been ignoring Stiles the past ten years."
Ah, there was the grumpy full moon Scott Stiles had been waiting for. "I prefer to think of it as me not being on her radar...yet."
"We don't owe her a party," Scott said.
"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison asked.
Scott lifted an eyebrow. "Normal?"
"She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us," Allison said.
There was the clopping of heels as Lydia made her way out to the pool area, carrying a tray of punch that she insisted that everyone try. She was frowning and obviously looking worried. Lydia might be a bitch, but it was hard not to feel bad for her.
Scott sighed. "I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."
"I also know a few people that could get this party going," Stiles said. "Like...really going."
Allison looked surprised, which was a little insulting. "Who?"
Stiles pulled out his phone and looked over his contact list. "I met them the other night and let's just say they know how to party."
When the doorbell rang a few minutes later Lydia Martin would find the lacrosse team, a multitude of Beacon Hills High students and several drag queens Stiles had met at Jungle.
Stiles hadn't been lying about his friends being able to party 'cause the place was raging now. People were everywhere, music was thumping and it seemed like everyone had a glass of punch in their hand at Lydia's insistence. Stiles, of course, was drinking it because when Lydia said jump Stiles asked how high.
"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?" Stiles asked once he found Scott sitting by the pool.
"Why should I apologize?" Scott asked.
"'Cause you're the guy," Stiles said. "It's what we do."
"But I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Well then you should definitely apologize," Stiles said. "Any time a guy thinks he didn't do anything wrong that definitely means he did something wrong."
Scott frowned at Stiles. "I'm not apologizing."
"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?"
"Probably," Scott admitted. "Why do you care anyway?"
"Because, Scott, something's gotta give here. I mean, we're getting our asses kicked here, just in case you haven't noticed," Stiles said. "People are dying, I got my dad fired, you're gonna be held back in school, not only am I in love with a nutjob but I'm fake dating an even bigger nutjob and if on top of that I have to watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt then I'm gonna stab myself in the face."
Scott stood up and looked at something behind Stiles. "Don't stab yourself in the face."
"Why not?"
Scott frowned. "Because Jackson's here."
Stiles turned and sure enough Jackson was wandering around, a glass of punch in his hand. He didn't look particularly happy to be here which made Stiles wonder why he even bothered showing up.
"Why did he even bother--" Stiles stopped in mid-sentence when he caught a look at Scott. He looked sort of sick and uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"
Scott shook his head. "It's not the full moon. It's something else."
Scott pushed his way past Stiles and Stiles planned to follow but got distracted by someone yelling in the next room. Stiles wandered towards whoever was making the commotion. He stepped into the next room to see his father, dressed in a black suit and holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. He was yelling at a teenager about having just been to a funeral.
Stiles stood there in shock, unable to move. Something about this wasn't right, he knew that, but it was kind of hard to focus on that when his father was right there, drunk and yelling. The Sheriff made eye contact with Stiles and pointed at him, anger etched on his face.
"It's you. It's all you," the Sheriff started, glaring at Stiles. "You know, every day I saw her lying in that hospital bed, slowly dying, I thought...how in the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive bastard that keeps ruining my life!"
Stiles swallowed hard, blinking back tears that welled up at his father's words. It wasn't the first time Stiles had thought about this. Sometimes he thought he was a cruel punishment for his father after everything he'd been through, but having his father stand there and confirm his fears was too much.
"It's all you. It's you Stiles. You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her," his father said. "And now you're killing me."
The Sheriff reared his arm back and threw the bottle of whiskey at Stiles' head. Stiles ducked and lifted up his arms for protection but the bottle never hit. Slowly he lowered his arms to see his father gone. Everyone in the room was acting like nothing had happened, that the town's sheriff wasn't drunk and yelling at his son. Stiles quickly realized that it hadn't happened. It had all been in his head.
Stiles wiped tears from his face and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel's from the bar. He couldn't deal with this sober.
Several shots later and Stiles wasn't exactly feeling better about his situation but it was harder to focus on it, so he'd consider that a win. He wandered his way towards the edge of the pool, sitting on the concrete and watching the water. He was vaguely aware of the party going on around him, managed to send a text, but couldn't put his focus on one thing. It was kind of nice.
Eventually Scott came over and waved a bottle of water in his face. "Stiles. Stiles, look at me, drink the water. Stiles, please drink it. Something's happening, I need you to sober up now."
A nearby partygoer had been watching Scott trying to deal with Stiles and crouched down next to them. "What are you doing? If you want to sober him up fast that's not the way to do it."
"You can do better?" Scott asked, clearly irritated. Blame the full moon and crazy trauma punch.
"I can do best, boy."
"Best" apparently meant grabbing Stiles by the collar and dunking his entire head into the pool. Stiles coughed and sputtered, flailing his arms to push the girl and Scott away from him.
"How do you feel?"
Stiles glared. "Like I have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl."
The girl nodded. "He's sober."
"Come on, Stiles, we've got to find Lydia," Scott said, helping Stiles up. "Don't drink anymore punch."
"I haven't seen Lydia in a while," Stiles said. "And dude? Anybody who drank that crap is freaking out."
"I can see that." What had started off as an enthusiastic group of people laughing and partying had turned into something out of a horror movie. People were running around, screaming, talking to themselves, fighting with each other, crying in corners. One guy was enthusiastically making out with a tree.
Stiles was beginning to think he had handled his own bit of trauma pretty well compared to everyone else. "What the hell do we do?"
Scott shook his head. "I don't know but we gotta--"
A loud scream pierced the air as several people tossed Matt into the pool. He was flailing in the water, screaming and freaking out, making it obvious that he couldn't swim. Stiles didn't make a move to help (he really hated that guy) but he noticed that Scott looked like he was about to do something. Before he could move, however, Jackson was pushing his way through the crowd.
He rushed over towards the pool and pulled Matt out almost one handed and hovered around him almost protectively. Matt frowned, focusing his glare on a shocked Stiles and Scott. "What are you looking at?"
The sound of sirens stopped whatever horrible thing Stiles was about to reply with.
"Cops are here! Party's over!"
It wasn't the first time Stiles had to rush out of a party (he was a nerd but not that much of a nerd), so he knew the optimal way to escape without running into the cops. He lost Scott somewhere along the way, but since they had taken his jeep to the party it wasn't like he could leave without him.
"Stiles!" Scott looked like a mess when he reached the jeep. "It's Matt, he's the kanima's master!"
"Yeah, I got that when Jackson saved him from drowning," Stiles said. "I told you he was a douchebag."
"No, dude, I mean I really know he's the kanima's master," Scott said. "I just saw him with Jackson. Lizarded out Jackson."
Oh. "What do we do?"
Scott chewed on his lower lip. "I think we need to go to your dad."
Stiles nodded in agreement. "Yeah. I don't know how we're gonna convince him it's Matt but, sure, let's try. Just get your puppy eyes ready. Those work on parents."
"Can do."
[Here, have all the Teen Wolf catchups!!! Taken from Teen Wolf 2x09 "Party Guessed". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine. One more post coming tonight, deal with it]