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CHAPTER THIRTY.
"WHAT DO YOU think he did," Jackson had asked as he walked over to Evee who was still fiddling with her rings. Coach had cut practice short due to the police arriving and pulling over Isaac to talk. Scott and Stiles had stood more up front from her and Jackson.
Evee dropped her hands, keeping her eyes on Isaac,"Most definitely got the wrong person. I think they're trying to find the guy with the biggest stench on the lacrosse team,"The Sharp girl smiled over to Jackson, obviously laced with distrust,"Lacrosse shouldn't make you this smelly, that's why not one single person in this town likes you."
Jackson shuffled a fake laugh,"You're so hilarious, Evee, really. But last time I checked your best friend's real into me. Hey? Maybe you and Isaac are both as deranged as Allison's aunt? Think it's time to spend some time in Eichen," Evee gave him a side glare as he continued,"It'd definitely fit with Lahey, though. His dad was always beating the crap out of him," Jackson went to look back at Evee with a smirk,"and I wouldn't be surprised if Gemma was doing the same thing to you."
"What," Evee snapped her head back to Jackson,"Isaac was...what? Are you messing with me?"
"No...," Jackson shuffled out a laugh seeing Evee's furrowed eyebrows,"Are you...being serious right now? You honestly don't know how horrible his dad is? I thought you guys were like dating or something..."
"H-how could you know someone was getting abused and do nothing," Evee questioned, snapping at Jackson for him still being a total narcissist─no matter the person or situation.
"Not my issue," Jackson bluntly confessed as Evee scoffed.
"Then maybe I'll just go to Eichen for brutally murdering you," her eyes darted across his face,"See you on your death date, Whittemore."
Jackson was now glaring at her, seemingly wanting to put the blame back to her,"I mean maybe if you paid attention to someone who isn't Stiles and Scott...maybe, just maybe─you would've realized sooner. Don't need to be a genius to figure it out, Evee."
Evee rolled her eyes before shoving Jackson as she walked away from him,"Well I was a little preoccupied with a sister, which you don't have, trying to kill me so...shut up for once or I'll show you how far a led pencil can go up your nose."
Reluctantly, Evee walked next to Scott─holding a mini grudge at Stiles for his confession. It wasn't all a lie, and Evee knew it, she just wasn't about to admit out loud that Stiles was still right about the people who were wrong and good. Scott turned his head over to Evee, still listening in to the sheriff's conversation with Isaac,"His father's dead...they think he was murdered."
Evee gulped, fiddling with the rings in her fingers once more as Stiles spoke up, giving a short glance over to her,"Are they saying he's a suspect?"
