Inferno - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 26

"She ate the what now?" I ask, appalled.

Did they really just say the liver?

If Lydia knew she ate a liver... she would have a meltdown.

Scott, Stiles, and I are walking into the school, and Stiles just shared that there was a robbery at the graveyard, and someone stole the liver out of a body.

"I didn't say she ate it; I just said it was missing." Stiles clarifies.

"And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." I add.

Scott stares at us in disbelief, "I never ate anyone's liver."

"Yeah, right. 'Cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control... Mr.-I-almost-killed-my-sister-and-best-friend." Stiles begins sarcastically, but then a look of realization crosses his features. "Actually, wait... hold on." He stops Scott by putting a hand on his chest, and moves in front of him, "You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."

"What do you mean?"

Oh my God, how clueless can someone be?

"He means, we should be looking at what was going through your mind when you were turning, what were you drawn to?" I explain.

Scott shrugs, "Allison."

Our friend rolls his eyes, "Ok, nothing else? Seriously?"

"Nothing else mattered." Stiles' lips tighten into a straight line as Scott continues, "But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause when Lydia was bitten, she was with Liza." He throws his hand out to me.

I sigh and shake my head, "Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson."

And as if being summoned, the boy in question pulls his Porsche into a parking spot and gets out arrogantly.

What a tool.

We all roll our eyes and continue through the gates, into school.

~•~

Here we are again, in the lowest pits of hell, Harris' class.

And the devil himself, decided to give us a pop quiz.

Isn't he just the sweetest thing?

As Harris passes each member of our little trio a paper, Stiles decides to ignore the pop quiz and start whispering to Scott, who is at the station in front of us.

"Alright, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right..."

"I know..." Scott sighs.

What are they talking about? Why am I confused? I don't like it...

Is this how Scott feels all the time?

God, it's absolutely awful.

"Who's right?" I pipe in.

Stiles answers from beside me, "Jackson."

"Ohhh, and what is he right about?"

"The kid-friendly version? Basically, Lydia isn't the one in trouble, we are, and she's... gonna be dangerous with a real set of claws."

"Well, damn. That's fun."

"Yeah, and I hate to even suggest this, but what if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?"

Harris appears beside Stiles out of nowhere, "This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."