FLAMES. | s.stilinski

chapter 15

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"Stupid Harris." I muttered, yeah I'm pissed.

Mr. Harris has made me do the whole shelf booking in the library, by myself.

I swear he's always had a grudge on either me or Stiles.

Was it because we talked to each other in class too often? Or was it because we are both sarcastic and smart and correct Mr. Harris most of the time...

I think those are pretty good valid reasons to hate us, but not so much that he'd make a student do the whole library by herself. 

As soon as I placed the last book in, I cheer and jumped up and down a few times.

I leave, the door locking itself on the way out.

As I made my way out of the doors, the air hits me cold.

I breathe out, and I scan the car parking lot.

It was empty, other than Stiles' car and Jackson's car- wait, why are they here?

I let out a nervous gulp as my eyes trace along to see Jackson and Lydia starring at Stiles' car.

My eyes widen.

Lydia's here, too?  

"H-hey!" I called out, and I ran towards them in my checkered vans.

They turned around, and Lydia raised an eyebrow as my running slowed down, and I stood next to them.

"What are you doing here?"  

"What are you doing here?" Lydia shoots back, making me rolled my eyes.  

"Mr. Harris gave me detention, you?"  

"Allison got a text from Scott saying to meet us here when they were supposed to be on a date," Lydia explained.  

"Where's Allison?"  

"Looking for Scott, and I think his friend is in there, too." My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Stiles, I hope they're alright.

I gulped and looked at the claw marks on Stiles' Jeep.  

"What the hell?" I mumble, and I notice Jackson walking towards the school, my head turned towards him.

"Jackson." Lydia called out but he ignored her.

"Are you gonna find Allison?" She called again.

"Jackson!" She then walked off, following her boyfriend and I looked around, nervously.

I then follow them, not wanting to be alone.  

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"There's one right here." Lydia huffs as we opened the door to the hallway, Lydia's been complaining that she needs to go toilet.  

"Are you kidding me? You have to use the bathroom now?" Jackson hissed.  

"Yes, now," Lydia snapped.

"Do you have a problem with my performing a basic biological function?"  

"You know, I'm starting to have a problem with all your functions." Jackson snapped right back.  

"Oh, my god. Lydia, go to the bathroom, Jackson, shut the hell up." I groan, and Lydia glared at Jackson before she turned to the girl's bathroom.

Jackson sighed.

I bit on my lower lip. 

"McCall?" Jackson called up.

I cock my head down the hallway and saw a figure standing in the shadows along the lockers.