amateur detective ━━ stiles stilinski¹

iv; a game plan

JULIETTE WRAPPED the white towel around her body, and let her straight wet hair down. She stared at herself in the mirror, rubbing off the steam. She had gotten noticeably thinner ever since Eichen, her cheeks more hollow, her collarbone sticking out greatly. She remembered attending her sister's funeral, and her distant relatives commenting obliviously on the weight loss.

The brunette entered Stiles' room, still in a towel that covered right above her knees all the way up to her breasts. "Woah, woah, woah," Stiles put both hands in the air to block his view of the girl. "Can you not be naked in my room?"

"Can you relax?" She asked as she grabbed her backpack from beside his bed. "I'm sure you won't get your panties in a twist over my bare shoulders and legs." She rolled her eyes. "Turn around, I'm going to change."

      "You couldn't do that in the bathroom?"

      "The floor's wet." She justified. "Are you refusing to turn around? Because that's fine, I could just—" She jokingly unfolded a small portion of the towel, not remotely enough to show her body, but enough to have him gasp and do a one-eighty turn.

Stiles spun his chair around so he could face the desk against the wall. "So, are you going to tell me the plan, or not?"

"I think I figured out Malia's case." She started to explain, putting on her bra. "So, you know how there were bite marks and slashes on the mother and daughter's bodies? I saw pictures of the autopsy and I read the report, and it says it's identical to a coyote's bite marks."

"Yeah, I know that, but what about Malia's body? What happened to her?"

"You can look now." Juliette said first as she put on her high school's maroon hoodie, with her last name on the back, and the number 22 in big font size. "Well, the car crash, and the coyote killing them, it all happened on the night of a full moon."

Stiles got up from his chair, walking closer towards her, close enough for him to smell the scent of his lemon shampoo on her hair. "Where are you getting at?"

   "What if it wasn't just a wild coyote that killed them? What if it's a were-coyote?"

The Stilinski widened his eyes in shock. "What are you talking about? Were-creatures don't exist, Juliette."

Juliette nodded along. "You did not do well in Drama class, did you?"

"You're acting crazy."

"Huh, okay." She grinned "So, you don't think were-creatures exist? Then how come you have a sticky note on your board with a list of supernatural creatures you're sure exist? You even have a list of ones you're guessing exist, right by your nightstand."

Stiles didn't recall writing them, but then again, he would constantly write in sticky notes and lists for his board. "You're bluffing."

Juliette was most definitely bluffing. But she wouldn't admit it, not yet. "Fine, i'll read it to you." She walked up to his board, taking off a random pink sticky note, and pretended to read; "Number one, werewolves. Number two, kanimas. Number three," She tried to recall the names of supernatural creatures Isaac listed for her earlier today. "Banshees. In brackets, Lydia."