I looked out in front of me confused. If all I had to do was punch him I would've done that in the first place. I heard the door open, quickly turning to it and seeing Scott standing there. He looked over at Jackson putting shorts on, and then to me who had my hands crossed on my chest, breathing heavily. I instantly noticed the rage in Scott's eyes.
"Scott! No! Don't! I'm fine!" I called out, but it wasn't long before he slammed Jackson into a set of lockers.
"I have a restraining order!"
"Trust me, I restrained myself." Now, it was Jackson's turn to slam Scott into something. I hid in the corner, not wanting to be hit. It seemed like it went on forever until I heard the door open and a body slam against the ground. I stood up, it was Scott's.
I looked out in the hall and noticed there was a crowd, and a very mad Mr. Harris.
"What the hell's going on?!" Mr. Harris called out as he walked down the hall. I stood against the wall beside the door, directly across from Erica who was restraining Jackson. "Hey! Enough! Enough!"
I looked around at everyone Erica, Jackson, Stiles, some random kid I had never seen before, Scott, and Allison.
"Cooper!" I jumped at the mention of my last name, focusing now on whatever Mr. Harris was saying.
"You dropped this." The kid said as he handed a tablet to Mr. Harris.
"You and you- actually... all of you. Detention. Three O'clock." I opened my mouth to protest, but the look Mr. Harris was giving all of us told me otherwise.
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I followed the crew into the library, watching as Erica sat with Scott and Stiles. I curled up my lip in disgust, deciding to sit at the table next to them.
"Oh, uh, we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson explained as he put his bag on the ground and sat in his seat.
"All of these tools?"
"No, just us tools." Stiles explained, waving his finger around him and Scott.
"Fine. You two, over there." Mr. Harris pointed over at my table, I smiled gently at them as I pulled my bag out of the chair and Stiles got up and sat in it.
"I'm gonna kill him." Scott said, looking back at Jackson.
"Can I help?"
"No you're not. You guys are going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."
"No. You're right, let's kill him."
"I don't see your problem... I'm all in." I smiled at Stiles before following Scott's movements and looking at the table with Jackson, Allison, and the kid. "Hey, uh, who's he?"
"Matt, who actually... now that I think about it. What if it's him? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"
"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing."
"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself."
"Hold on... who's Danny and what footage?"
"Seriously? Ok, Danny is Jackson's best friend and Jackson took a video of himself turning into the kanima and someone messed it up and looped it." I took a second to process all the information Stiles just spat at me before opening my mouth to say something, but Scott cut me off.
"So, he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"Because... he's evil." I laughed a bit as Matt looked over at us, just casually eating his chips.
"You just don't like him."
"The guy... bugs me. I don't know what it is. Just look at his face." We all turned back to him, he was now offering the bag of chips to Jackson. I laughed again, this time a bit too loud, earning me a look from Mr. Harris. I mouthed a quick 'sorry' before turning back to the guys.
"I can't see that guy wanting to kill three people."
"Yeah, any other theories?"
Jackson ended up leaving to go to the bathroom and Mr. Harris followed him. Stiles and Scott left me to go talk to Erica. I felt my stomach growl and I got up to see if Matt had more chips.
"Hey, still got any of those chips?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"You're good, don't worry." I smiled gently at him, then over at Allison, who seemed uncomfortable. "Allison... you good?"
"Yeah I-I'm fine, just thinking." I could tell she was lying, but I ignored it, getting up to get to my seat, but Matt stopped me.
"Hey, I know we don't know each other, but I've been looking for a model for this thing I'm doing. Would you... want to?"
"That's a really bad pickup line." I was being slightly sarcastic, but also didn't know if he was being serious or not.
"Oh, uh, it wasn't a pickup line... I'm actually a photographer." He dug into his bag, pulling out a camera.
"Oh. In that case, sure. I'll give you my number when this is over." A couple seconds after that I heard the door open and Jackson suddenly appeared next to me all sweaty. He looked at me and I gave him a bit of a smile, not really wanting to know the answer if I asked why he was so sweaty.
I heard zipping and we all turned to Mr. Harris who was zipping up his bag. I walked back over to my chair, grabbing my bag.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving, but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening." I stared at Mr. Harris' back in anger as he left the room. I've never wanted to punch a grown man more in my life. I put my bag back in the chair next to me, following the crew over to the carts of books.
"Skyla. Fangs." Stiles said, I looked up at him, a bit confused, then quickly realized.
I closed my mouth, turning to a corner of the room where no one would see me as I waited for my eyes to change back to normal and my teeth to retract. This might take awhile and I didn't wanna look like a weirdo so, I walked out of the room and to the bathroom. It took a couple minutes until I finally felt ready to walk back out. I stepped out in the hall and saw Stiles and Scott come down the hall with Erica in Scott's arm.
"What the- what happened?"
"Jackson happened." Scott said, continuing his way down the hall. I turned to Stiles, a bit confused.
"She's having a seizure and we have to get her to Derek." I perked up at the mention of Derek's name, pulling Stiles with me down the hall and to his Jeep.
YOU ARE READING
Chaotic | Derek Hale
Werewolf"Derek..." I said his name faintly as I felt the life drain out of me and saw the look on his face, I heard a faint 'noooo' as he ran towards me and the last thing I remember was the feeling of his hands on my body before everything went black.
