FLAMES. | s.stilinski

chapter 13

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Melissa McCall sat with her coat draped over her knee as she scolded her son on his voicemail.

"Where the hell are you? Get to the school now." She ended the voicemail and grinned sweetly at the teacher.

"How about we get started?" Mr Harris hummed to which Melissa McCall nodded.

"Lately, the twins mind has been somewhere else.. as has their body." He stared down at the file before him.

"Personally, I think it may have something to do with their home situation. 

Melissa shook her head in dismay, almost as if she had taken offense to the statement.

"Oh, well, personally, Im not sure what you mean by 'home situation.'" 

"Uh, specifically the lack of an authority figure." the teacher explained. 

He cocked a brow.

"Yeah, I'm the authority figure, so.." she trailed off. 

"Sorry, allow me to clarify. I mean the lack of a male authority figure." she watched as the brunette nodded her head to show her understanding. 

"Well, trust me, we're much better off without him in the picture." 

"Do they feel the same way?" 

"Yes. I think so. I hope so." 

"But they're going through some difficult changes." 

"They just needs a little extra attention, a guiding hand through this crucial stage of his development." 

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While I was out, I seemed to miss alot of stuff going on.

Last night was Parent/Teacher conference and Scott was supposed to go but instead, He was with Allison because it was her birthday.

Stiles is also mad at Scott because he saved Allison from getting hit by a car instead of saving his dad who got hit by the car.

And while Stiles was at Lydia's she got a text message of the thing I might of saw last night.

Right now, We were in homeroom and I sat next to Stiles with Scott in the front of him.

Scott slouched in his seat, rolling his brown eyes at his best friend who had a bitter look on his face.

"Still not talking to me?" he sighed heavily.

"Can you at least tell me if you're dad's okay? I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage?" Stiles Stilinski gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply. 

"Nothing that big?" Scott dropped his head to his desk.

"You know how bad I feel about it, right?" he sighed, unable to withstand the silent treatment.

"What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and.. that I went to Derek for help."  Stiles seethed.