Destiny [D.H.]

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Eliana's POV:

I stood between the boys as Stiles talked about some key. "So then she starts talking about the phosphors and the key having chemicals on it, right? And so that made me think of the chemistry closet and the fact that someone had to let Barrow in... it's gone. Okay, it doesn't matter though. It doesn't matter. I've still got the key." Stiles stuck a hand in his pocket and didn't find anything. "What the hell? I had it. I had it here. I had it here this morning. I swear to God, I had it this morning."

"The key you were talking about last night?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. I showed it to you two, right? Didn't I show it to you two?"

Scott shook his head. "No, you just told me about it. I never actually saw it."

I glanced at my friend. "I'm sorry, Stiles. I didn't see it either."

Stiles' voice grew more and more agitated as it took on a panicked tone. "I was here a couple of hours ago. And the message left to Barrow spelling Kira's name was right there and I had the key to the chemistry closet."

Scott frowned. "So you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide it from the cops and then you wrote that message to kill Kira?"

Stiles sighed. "I know how it sounds. But look at this. This is the news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used. See this? See what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws. And then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?"

Scott and I exchanged a look before saying, "Coach."

Stiles nodded his confirmation. "The joke we played on Coach. That was my idea. You two remember? That's no coincidence. It can't be."

I glanced at Stiles. "I don't know what's going on here, but I don't think you were trying to kill anyone." I scrunched my nose. "Your anxiety stinks. Sorry."

Stiles frowned at me and looked around the room. "Thanks, Ella. It was here. It was all here."

"Look, Stiles, relax. Okay?"

"I can't relax."

Scott and I had a silent conversation and he said, "Take a sick day. I'll handle Coach. Ella, go with him, please."

Stiles frowned. "I don't need a babysitter."

I glanced at him. "No, but I think you need a friend."

Stiles and I made our way outside and I held out my hand.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"Keys. You really think I'm letting you drive in your condition?"

"I'm fine to drive."

"And I'm going with you. I'd rather not die."

"You're a werewolf, Ella. One of the most powerful around. You'll be fine."

"Give me the keys, Stilinski," I ordered, letting out a soft growl.

Stiles grumbled and handed over the keys.

I drove us to the hospital and he shot me a look. "Why are we here?"

"Because they can help."

"But it's a hospital!"

"Exactly! Now stop complaining and get out of the car."

"I don't think you should boss me around."

I growled menacingly and Stiles glared. "I really hate it when you do that. Fine. Lead the way, she-wolf."

"Don't call me that."