Caged // Isaac Lahey

19: Obama

"Acually," The Sheriff begins, peaking my interest. "The tire tracks found where the couple were murdered match Mr. Harris' car. The same car was also seen at the hospital when the girl was killed, it has a bumper sticker on it... something about imagination and knowledge."

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." Stiles mutters, more to himself then anyone else.
Our dad nods knowingly, causing me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
What the hell are they on about?

"I saw the same sticker outside the warehouse where the rave was happening." The boy continues, the puzzle finally fitting itself together inside my tired mind.

"You two will have to go in to give a witness statement then." Our father sighs, rubbing his face tiredly.

"Woah woah whoah!" I huff, waving my arms in the air to get their attention. "What about the concert promoter, Cara? She wasn't in Harris's class, right? And what does Mr Lahey have to do with Harris?"
Stiles grumbles in reply, grabbing the yearbook from the desk and combing through it yet again, our dad and I peering over his shoulders.

"Wait!" Our father calls, scaring the shit out of us for the second time as his rips the book from Stiles' hands and flips back to the page with the swim team on it. In the picture were all the Kanima's victims, including Mr. Lahey, the coach.

"Papa Stilinski you absolute legend!" I grin, wrapping the man in a hug excitedly, also grabbing Stiles and forcing him to join us in a family group hug.

***

"What are you doing?"

"Playing COD?"
Suddenly the TV goes black and I pout, flipping over to face my brother, who's waving the remote in the air victoriously.

"What was that for?" I grumble, chucking my controller at him, which he dodges with a raised brow.

"Lydia's party is in an hour." He states, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And..?" I question with a snort, rolling off the couch ungracefully and nearly hitting my head on the coffee table.
Stiles nearly chokes, looking at me as if I've suddenly turned into Betty White.

"What?" I huff, being the one to cross my arms this time.

"You're not going to wear a dress or anything?" He questions, causing me to look down at my outfit with a frown.

"I don't see anything wrong with what I'm wearing now." I shrug, eyeing his plaid button up.

"You're wearing a shirt with Obama's face on it!" He scoffs, throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly.

"Hey, I'm not the one who needs to impress Lydia, you are." I reply teasingly, patting his shoulder and smoothing out his collar in a motherly fashion.

"You could atleast wear something less.... creepy." He huffs sarcastically.

"Yeah I guess I could."

***

"Okay let's go!" I grin, skipping into my brother's room overexcitedly. My face falls as soon as I see the size of Lydia's present and Stiles grins hopefully, struggling to pick the huge box up.

"Are you out of your mind!?" I scold, helping him shove it into the back of the Jeep before we both hop in.
He just grins in reply, pressing on the gas pedal as we back out and I roll my eyes, hiding my amusement.

"I bet no one else got her a present that big." He boasts, causing me to scoff and shove his arm, the Jeep swerving in response.

"Katelyn!" He yells, clutching his heart in one hand and the steering wheel in the other as I collapse into a fit of giggles beside him.

"We could have died!" He exclaims, pulling into Lydia's massive driveway leading to her massive house. "Distracting the driver, I could arrest you for that!"

"But you won't!" I scoff, opening the door and jumping out before the Jeep is even parked, leaving Stiles behind, mumbling profanities, to get the present out of the trunk.
I walk up the fancy walkway with an eyebrow raised, approaching the door only to have it flung open before I can even knock.
I nod my head curtly at the strawberry blonde infront of me, taking a drink from the tray in her hand as I step inside.

"Stiles has the present." I hum, slipping past her to where Scott and Allison are standing, not even turning around as I hear Stiles struggling to fit through the doorway with the humongous box.

"Salutations." I smirk, making Scott jump in suprise as my cold hand lands on his broad shoulder.

"Hey Kate!" He chuckles, Allison echoing him with warm smile.
I smile back half-heartedly, looking around the foyer in curiosity.

"Jackson's not here." Allison sighs, Scott intertwining their hands together to comfort her.

"Nobody's here." I scoff, raising my eyebrows at the two.

"I know." Allison sighs, a look of empathy in her eyes.

"It's because people think Lydia's nuts...you know, completely bonkers!" I explain, making a swirling motion by my ear for exaggeration.

"What are we talking about?" Stiles grins, sauntering up to us and slinging his arm around my shoulders. I shrug him off in annoyance and flick his arm, getting an "ow, what the hell!?" in response.

"Oh ya know, just how we made Lydia into the town wack-job!" I exclaim cheerily, the air reeking of the usual Stilinski sarcasm.

"Has anyone noticed that we're the only ones here?" Stiles mutters quietly, glancing at Lydia twirling her hair boredly by the door.

"Yes, we have and we were also just talking about that." I sigh, rolling my eyes yet again. "Get with the program brother."

"We have to do something." Allison sighs, making us all turn to her in confusion. She notices our expressions and carries on.
"We've practically ignored her for the past two weeks."
I hum in agreement. Even though I wasn't close to Lydia, Allison was, and I trusted her judgment.

"Why?" Scott disagrees. "We don't owe her a party."
I glower at him, my eyes darting up to the rapidly rising full moon quickly before back to his face.

"Is that the full moon talking or are you acually just an asshole." I question, Stiles snorting in response.
Allison sighs, lifting Scott's chin up gently with her hand and tilting his gaze towards her serious one.

"We do owe her a second chance. If it wasn't for us she wouldn't be an outcast." She explains, proving a very good point.
The werewolf sighs, nodding his head slowly and taking out his phone.

"I can use my co-captain status to call in the lacrosse team."
I let out a woop, Stiles and I high-fiving eachother excitedly.

"And I know some people who know how to party!" Stiles smirks slyly, also getting out his phone.

"And I know no one!" I grin, clasping my hands together joyfully before falling into a frown once again. "Unless you wanna Skype with my nurse?"

"I think we'll pass on that one, thanks." Stiles chortles, making me punch him in the shoulder mockingly.

"What's wrong with Susan!?" I ask, feigning offense

"Well, for one, she calls you Poppin." Stiles deadpans, making the two lovebirds look at us in confusion.

"It's endearing!" I argue, pouting like a child.

"Whatever you say Poppin." He snorts, going back to texting his 'friends'. I don't know who he's inviting and by the look on his face I don't think I want to know.

*

A/N.
Like promised, here's another chapter!
I'm feeling functional now so I should get back to writing.
Might even spam ya, idk.

Anyway, like always, enjoy! :)

~Syd (band-obsessed-nerd)