𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 ▷ 𝐬. 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 ✓

𝟑𝟏. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
matt the psychopathic bitch

YASMINE MCCALL

Once I had found Scott and Stiles, then informed them of what I had learned after seeing Matt with the Kanima out in the driveway, we knew we had to get away and figure out what to do. Luckily the boys had been sweet and made a pitstop by my house, just so I could run inside and change into my white Nike sneakers before we headed to Stiles' house after leaving from Lydia's party from which both Lydia and Allison had disappeared.

Ever since I had told the two boys what I had seen, they had been on high alert. I had not told them about what happened on Friday, when Matt took me to the rave, because I genuinely feared it would alter their view on me. Instead, I stood next to them in Stiles' bedroom as we went through the yearbook.

When I found the two boys wandering around inside the house and told them about Matt being the master of the Kanina, Stiles had performed a little victory dance, singing about how he was right the whole time and how Matt was just as freaky as he had predicted. I had been rather paralyzed and still shocked from seeing how the Kanina protected Matt, both having shot daggers at me as I watched them. Scott had nudged Stiles, who then pouted while rubbing his arm, and suggested that we find out what Matt was obtaining from this and why he was doing any of this.

"So this kid's the real killer?" Sheriff Stilinski questioned incredulously as he peered down at the yearbook, where we had circled his name and picture.

Stiles was seated in the chair by his desk with the yearbook wide open, while the Sheriff stood on his right side and Scott on his left. With my arms crossed over my chest and my foot nervously tapping the floor, I stood next to Scott, staring at the Sheriff while hoping that somehow, God knows how, he would find it in him to merely trust us on this.

Stiles nodded in unison with Scott and I, all of us hopefully looking at the Sheriff. "Yeah."

"No," the Sheriff denied, turning to face all three of us.

"Yes," Stiles urged.

The Sheriff sighed and crossed his arms firmly across his chest. "No."

Stiles jumped up from the chair desperately, while Scott and I shared a concern look. "Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So, all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, expect for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn't in Harris' class," Sheriff Stilinski shot Stiles down, a sigh escaping me as I rubbed my temple.

Stiles held up his hands in mock innocence. "Alright, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

Sheriff Stilinski seemed speechless for a second as he shook his head. "No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything," he stated firmly as Stiles turned back to shoot Scott and I a grimace. The Sheriff looked directly past Stiles and over at Scott, then let his eyes drift over to meet mine. "Scott, Yasmine, do you two believe this?"

Stiles sighed as Scott peered at me to which I nodded assuringly. "It's really hard to explain how we know this," Scott addressed the Sheriff as I nodded from beside him to clarify that he was speaking for both of us. "but you just gotta trust us."

"We know it's Matt," I added, pursing my lips as the Sheriff gazed at me, a geunine perplexed expression on his face.

Stiles nodded vigorously. "Yeah, he took Harris' car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders and that if enough of the victims were in Harris' class that they'd arrest him."