FLAMES. | s.stilinski

chapter 20

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Stiles and I sat down next to Scott at the lunchtime the same afternoon.

I sat in the middle of them.

"Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles asked, setting his tray down.  

"Not exactly," Scott sighed.  

"What happened?" I groaned.  

"She told me not to talk to her."

Wow

"At all."

Damn double homicide.

"So she's not giving you..."  

"She's not giving me the necklace!" Scott snapped.  

"Well, did you find anything else out?" I asked.  

"Just that I know nothing about girls, and they're totally psychotic." I smacked Scott's shoulder.  

"Hey, I am not psychotic." I roll my eyes.  

"Apart from you," Scott added with a smile, I huff.  

"Okay, me and Skylar came up with plan B just in case anything like this happens." Stiles started.  

"What's plan B?" 

"Just steal the stupid thing." I simply said.

"Couldn't we at least try getting to Harris?" Scott asked. 

"My dad put him on 24-hour protective detail, okay?" Stiles informed us.

"The necklace is all that we got. Steal it. Thank you."  

Scott then shifted uncomfortably and turned to us.

I frowned at his actions.

"Guys, he's watching us." Scott whispered to us.

What? Who?

I then look over and saw Jackson looking at us.

"Act normal." 

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked.  

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him." My eyes widen.

"Look at me. Just... talk to me, act normal. Pretend like nothing's happening. Say something! Talk to me!" Scott hissed.  

"I can't think of anything." Stiles rushed out.

That's a first.

I snort and roll my eyes.

"My minds completely blank."  

I turn to Stiles. "Your minds blank? You can't think of anything to say?"  

"Not under this kind of pressure." Stiles hissed.

"FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore." Scott's eyes scanned the whole room, looking for Jackson.     

"Where the hell is he?" Scott asks.

"Yes." Scott randomly said Stiles and I give each other looks.

We both knew Jackson was speaking to Scott.

I look down at Scott, his hands were squeezing his water bottle.

"Scott, come on, you can't let him do this to you." I urge Scott, trying to make him not listen to Jackson..