GHOST [ TW ]

"Not her sister, her mom." A girl called Harley mused. "The one who murdered all those people."

Sophie who had her head buried into her locker stopped moving abruptly. The Argent's had given her the opportunity to go to the school for a minute or two to pick up Allison and grab her dress from her locker. At first Sophie was so excited because she'd strangely missed school and found it incredibly unfair that Allison was aloud back already. But after hearing Harley say that Sophie wished she never came. The brunette swallowed hard as she continued to listen to the two girls conversation at the opposite side of the hall.

"You mean the crazy bitch who killed all those people?" Scarlett corrected in humour.

"Yeah, the fire, all those animal attacks it was her mom." Harley replied.

"Are you kidding?" Scarlett gasped. "I sit next to her in art."

Harley laughed, "Find a new seat."

Anger grew fizzled up inside of Sophie. She snatched her black dress from her locker before slamming the blue metal door shut. At first it felt like everybody was staring at her because of the noise but Sophie was wrong unless Harley and Scarlett counted as everybody. Picking up her pride Sophie strutted over to the two girls who seemed quite amused at the state they'd caused Sophie to get in.

"Hi, yes, it's me Sophie Argent, the girl who's crazy bitch mom died, yeah ... me. So if you would like we could take a photo or I could sign an autograph and you can go talk about somebody else to satisfy your pathetic lives." Sophie suggested and the two girls looked sort of afraid. "Or not? Okay, are we done here? If we are I suggest you scurry along."

Only moving her neck Sophie watched the two girls speed walk away. As soon as they'd turned the corner and disappeared down another hallway Sophie let out a deep breath. Feeling tears about to burst out of her eyes Sophie quickly made her way into the nearest abandoned classroom. As she let out the tears she rested her body against the wall just next to the door.

Heading the door opened Sophie jumped in fear a little before realising who it was. Stiles. The boy closed the door behind him before opening his arms up. Pursing her lips as she tried to smile to hide her tears, Sophie practically fell into Stiles' hug. Sophie cried into the crook of his neck as he hushed her cries; every now and again he would kiss the top of her head too.

"How'd you know?" Sophie asked after a few minutes.

"I saw it all." Stiles admitted. "I am so sorry, Harley and Scarlett are bitches don't let them get to you like that."

"I- I- I can't- I can't do this. I can't- I can't go to the funeral. Everyone is going to be watching me, and there are going to be cameras there, and I can't-" Sophie stuttered thanks to her crying making it hard to breathe properly.

"Yes you can." Stiles urged. "Soph, you'll be fine. Everything's gonna be okay. We are going to find Lydia and you'll have your friend back. I'm already thinking of a plan to help her control. Everything is going to be fine and, get this, normal. Just think no Peter, no psycho werewolf on a murder spree ... your family and the thought of us together is- well, that's a work in progress."

During Stiles' speech Sophie had lifted her head up and had looked at his face. The entire time he was smiling at her but managed to remain serious. It made her feel a whole lot better but in the end Sophie still shook her head, "I can't go and be like this."