Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Twenty Three- Scheming

At lunch Rosie had sat herself beside Lydia and Allison in attempts to get Allison back for Scott. Especially after hearing the fiasco which happened in the last class which made Allison cry. Jackson had sat himself beside her and playfully attempted to flirt with her while his girlfriend and Allison were talking intently.

"You look nice today. I like your hair curled." His hand gently brushed against her hair as he took hit in his hand.

"Um thanks. Could do it on you if you want. Jazz up that." She pointed to his hair as she then laughed to herself before taking a bite of her apple.

"You're funny. And hot too." Jackson snatched the apple and bit it as he looked over at her twin. Rosie had turned back to the girls and engaged in a conversation about what Mr Harris would need in a makeover. The answer: everything.

On the boys table Stiles was munching on the school lunch while Scott was hearing Jackson from across the room. His werewolf hearing was not used to his advantage here because he was hearing Jacksons teeth collide as he bit the apple.

"Scott? Can you hear me?" Whispered Jackson as he tried to not get the attention of those on his table. Scott reacted instantly. "You can, cant you?"

"Whats wrong?"

"Jacksons talking to me. He knows I can hear him." Stiles began to look at the jock as he rolled his eyes. "Look at me. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothings happening."

"Are you trying to pretend not to here me?"

"Say something. Talk to me!" The werewolf commanded, making Stiles enter panic mode as his mind went completely blank. "You cant think of something to say?"

"Not under this kind of pressure." He whined. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore."

Scott whipped his head round as he searched for the whereabouts of Jackson. Instead of finding him visually first he heard him.

"Looking for me McCall? I'm right here. So, what else can you do, huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger? More powerful. You know, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean can you even play lacrosse?" HE mocked as he entered further into Scotts mind, manipulating him. "Ill bet my co captains gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you? And while you pretend, you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want.

"And you know what I'm gonna start with. Both of them. You're prize possessions. Your sister and your love. I'm gonna destroy any chance you have left with Allison just with my words and I'm gonna destroy your close brother and sister relationship with Rosie. And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body."

"Scott come on, you can't let him do this." Stiles attempted to get Scott's mind away from Jackson. "You can't let him have this kind of power over you okay?"

"He's talking about Rosie." He said with gritted teeth.

"Oh, and Allison. I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do." Scott's grip tightened on the ceramic plate he had already latched his fingers on to. "And Scott she's gonna beg for more. Both of them will. I bet they like to get loud. Maybe little innocent Rosie is a screamer. How you gonna feel Scott? When they both scream my name."

This was enough to push him over the edge. His strength permeated through his hands as he ripped apart the plate making everyone turn to where the sound had come from. Rosie and Allison looked over at Scott who almost had steam coming out of his ears out of anger.