pull me closer {teen wolf}

47

Lydia called me at night as we were eating a late dinner of pizza. There was a body at the school. Her ability was really coming through. I still didn't find out what she was... yet.

On the road, I met Stiles in his jeep who was following Scott on his motorcycle. I came to a stop beside Stiles's jeep and got out.

"Where is she?" asked Stiles.

"Over here!" I turned my head. Allison was walking with Lydia.

"Lydia?"

"It's the same thing," she told us. "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."

"You found a dead body?!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Not yet," Lydia said.

"Not yet? What do you mean not yet? Lydia," Stiles went on. "You're supposed to call us after you find the dead body."

"Oh, no." Lydia shook her head. "I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on."

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

"Guys!" Scott called. "I found the dead body."

I looked to my side. One of the deputies laid dead on the sign of our school. Blood dripped down from it. You know what's funny? School continued the very next day even after the murder, which I was not too surprised given a student had died before and nothing happened.

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes," said Ms. Blake. I couldn't believe she looked so... unaffected by that night. I expected a few days off, some glancing at us who was there. The feeling I got from her every time she passed me made me shiver.

"All tools the writer uses to tell their story," she went on. She stopped at Lydia. "I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."

"You and every guy I've dated," she replied, bored.

"Oh," she said. "Um, well, that was an idiom, by the way... 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 keywords. 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 had said quietly.

"That's right, Stiles," she said. "Do you play?"

"Uh, no. My father does," he replied.

"Now, when does an idiom become a cliché... "

"Hey," I whispered to them. "I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."

"What do you want to do that for?" Stiles asked.

"The Druids are Emissaries, right? So, what if the Darach was an Emissary to the Alphas?" I explained.

"Okay, first of all, I cannot believe 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," Stiles replied. "Second of all, did you forget the obstacle in front of Ethan?"

"What obstacle?" Scott asked.

"Going through Aiden," Stiles answered.