Angel | TW/ B.T.

t w e n t y - s e v e n

I sat on my couch, Brett next to me.

"Why are we even trying?" He asked me. "I'm never gonna understand."

"Its simple." I said.

"Nothing about physics is simple."

I smiled at him, "I'm trying to help."

"Well, it's not working."

I giggled at him.

"Where's your brother?"

"School, practicing with Scott."

"Why aren't you there then?"

"Because I'd rather sit here and help you with physics."

"Help me?" He asked and laughed. "You're teaching me."

I smiled and gave him a kiss.

"Do you wanna be done for the night?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

I closed his textbook and put it on the coffee table.

"I should probably get home." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I have school."

"I do too." I said. "Why can't you just stay over?"

"I didn't-" He began.

"Yes you did bring clothes." I said. "You always have clothes in your car."

"Okay, fine." He said. I smiled and leaned into him as he put his arm around me.

The front door opened as I turned on the tv. I saw my brother walk in.

"Hey." I smiled. "How was the practicing?"

"Uhm, the ghost riders they came back." He said.

"I thought they left with the storm." I sat up.

"We did too, but Corey and Mason saw them."

"Did they take anyone?" I asked.

Liam shook his head no. I nodded and he ran up the stairs.

"I thought that was what they did." Brett said. "I thought they took people."

"They do." I said. "But who knows?"

Brett kissed the top of my head and I laid on him, watching the tv.

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When I walked into the school the bell rang and I ran to class. I sat down in a hurry as I looked down at the lacrosse field. Then the teacher came in and started. I focused to the front. Not exactly on what she said but her movements.

I shoved my stuff in my bag and got up.

"Blaire, are you wanting to be excused from class?"

"Obviously." I said and walked out.

I looked down the hall, like I was supposed to talk to someone. But I didn't know who. I walked down the hall and heard a noise come from a locker. I looked over and stepped closer to it. I touched it.

Its like I knew who it belonged to, but I couldn't remember.

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I sat on the bleachers, watching as the Devenford Prep lacrosse team practiced. My laptop sat on my lap as I typed up my report for English.

"What are you doing here?" I heard. I looked to my side and saw a girl, Nicole was her name, she went to Devenford.

"I'm waiting until practice is over." I said. "I'm supposed to help Brett with his homework."

"I thought you and Brett hated each other."

"Uhm, no." I said. "We haven't for a while. In fact we're dating."

"But doesn't he hate your brother?"

"Again, hasn't been that way for a while."

"Well, I'm behind." She sat down. "Are you going here again?"

"No." I said. "I still go to Beacon Hills."

"Oh. What are you working on?"

"English essay."

The whistle blew down below, meaning practice was over. I shut my laptop, putting it in my bag.

"I've gotta go."

"Yeah, of course." She said. "See you around."

I walked down the bleachers as Brett ran over.

"Hey." I smiled and handed him a bottle of water.

"Hey." He said and grabbed it from me, chugging it.

"You ready to go?"

"Let me go change and I'll meet you in the car."

"Okay."

He gave me a quick kiss before running up to his school. I went to my car and slid in. I put my stuff in the back. My phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked as I put it to my ear.

"Where are you?" Scott asked.

"At Devenford, why?"

"We think we found something out."

"Where do you want me to meet you?"

"Animal Clinic."

"Be there soon, but Brett's gonna be with me."

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Brett and I ran into the animal clinic.

"Okay, what's going on?" I asked.

"This picture." Scott said. "The space between you and Lydia. Someone was sitting there."

I looked up at them.

"Today, I-I saw this locker at the school. Its like I needed to remember who's it was. But i couldn't."

"It was his." Scott said. "I had the same feeling."

"Well how do we remember?"

"With this." Deaton said as he turned on the flashlight.

"So now she just magically writes down all the answers?" Malia asked.

"It's not quite that simple." Deaton replied.

"Never is." Lydia said.

I took the photo from Scott. I looked at it, trying to remember.

"How can someone disappear and no one remember them?" Brett asked me.

"I don't know." I said. "But now that I think about it. When Liam and I first moved here. Scott broke Liam's ankle, but there was another boy there."

"Blaire." Scott said.

I looked over and he handed me the paper Lydia had written on.

"Stiles." I said. "What's a Stiles?"

"I don't know, but maybe we should find out." Scott said.