[☾★ ] Alexander MCCall had been in the same grade as Derek when the Hale House was burnt down. The MCCall boy had been class when Derek suddenly ran out, his sister Laura running along side him.
Alexander made up an excuse for them both.
And when...
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CHAPTER ELEVEN: battlefield
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ALEXANDER MCCALL WASAWAREOF WHY HE WAS IN THE GUIDANCE COUNSELOR OFFICE. Matt had been on the lacrosse team, and although Alec was an adult, since he had attended Beacon Hills in the past, they thought it best he speak to the counselor . He could make the decision to have a therapist or not. One outside of the school.
"I don't even know why I'm here." Alec told the guidance councilor.
"Well, Matt was in the lacrosse team," Ms. Morrell tells him. She was both the guidance counselor and the French teacher. "And you are assistant couch. Always volunteered to help tutor the students, in lacrosse or their classes."
"Yeah. And Matt was never there. Or if he did show, I never noticed. And, he was crazy. He- he took pictures of everyone." He said instead, instead of saying how Matt used a Kanima to kill people. "Especially of Allison."
She hummed, but didn't stay how Stiles Stilinski had said the same thing. "On, a more happy note. You're best friend is in town, correct?"
Alec scanned her, suspiciously. But, faked a smile. He tried to act unsuspecting. "Yeah. That's right. Haven't really had the time to speak to him."
"Because he was a suspect to murder?"
Alec tried to think of a way to direct the conversation. "Actually, I know that you can't speak about your other patients, but, have you spoke to Scott?" He questioned, hoping the woman would catch his brother's odd behavior.
She smiled. "As you said, I can't talk about-"
"Yeah, I know. But..."
"What?"
Now he thought about it, it felt off talking to her. He didn't trust her. There was something about her. "somethings different. There this tension, like, we don't know what to say but feel like we have to say something."
