Invisible - Stiles Stilinski

1x8-Shape Shifter

The other day, Lydia was found and she was at school with Allison, safely. Just when we thought our only problem was Lydia, there was something else this time. A boy named Isaac. Basically he is a new werewolf and his father has just died. And tonight is a full moon. In Beacon Hills, there's not a day without anything not related to supernatural. And now, we're at Harris's class and I'm sitting right between Stiles and Scott. Harris tried to change my seat but of course I didn't even listen him so at one point, he gave up. "Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked randomly. "Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you... And maybe teenagers have a better chance at surviving?" Stiles responded, caused me to turn to him. What did he mean if it doesn't turn, it could kill? If Scott smelled it from Isaac, he should've smelled it from Jackson too. What if it didn't turn him? I didn't want him to die, not when I was mad at him. "Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?"

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence... Or a witness..." Stiles said and suddenly remembered something. "Wait-- Danny, where's Jackson?" Stiles asked as he turned to Danny. "In the principal's office, talking to your dad."

"What? Why?" Stiles asked. "Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac?" Danny answered, all three of us turned to each other. "...Witness."I whispered. "We gotta get to the principal's office." Stiles said. "How?" Scott asked, I smiled at them. "I think I know how."

"Everyone, please turn to page seventy-three." Harris said just before I tossed a paper to his head and right on the head. "Who in the hell did that?" Harris asked and we did our magic. Stiles pointed me as I pointed Scott, who was pointing Stiles and then we were all just in front of principal's office.

After Scott listened what they talked and Stiles and I just sat there, chilling as usual, his father left principals office. And just at that moment, Stiles started moving like something was poking him and then he covered his face with some magazine like he became invisible with that. "Hi, Scott. And Rachel." I just smiled as Scott stuttered a bit. "H-- yeah..." After he was gone, Stiles put the magazine down, then principal called us. "Boys... And girls. Come on in."

"Rachel Campbell... A pain in the ass for teachers, not the perfect grades. But I see that you've written for our school paper for many times. I see from here that you're following your parent's steps." He said as he looked at my paper. "It was nothing really big."

"Scott McCall... Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete!" He continued as he completely ignored my answer. Um, hello? "Mr. Stilinski... Oh, perfect grades, but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse?""Oh, actually, I'm already--"

"Hold on... McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter." Wait a minute? Is he, you know, Allison's grandfather? Gosh, I should've known. He has that maniac look on his face. Just like the rest of their family, except Allison. "We were dating, but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other, or doing anything with each other at all..."

"Relax, Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."

"Just a hard breakup..." Yeah, a really hard one. "Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now, listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Heh, is that so?" Stiles said sarcastically, I turned to him and gave him the look that he should stay quiet. "However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So, unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention."

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"Okay. Now, the keys to every cell are in a password-protected lock-box in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk." Stiles explained to Derek and I as he parked in front of station. On a Tuesday night, what is better than helping someone I've never met?"I'll distract her."