The Strawberry Blonde~~Lydia Martin

2.7.1

So, apparently, when we went to go tell Stiles' dad about the supernatural, Jackson had managed to shift back into normal and tattle on us instead. I knew we should've just killed the asshole. Now, we were waiting to find out what exactly was gonna happen to us as we stood around in the interrogation room, Allison on the phone, explaining what Lydia translated from the bestiary.

Scott paced around, anxiously while Stiles stood at the desk, listening closely and I was sat slumped in a chair at the desk the phone was sat, pissed. "If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him." Allison brings up and Scott moves to lean against the desk as well.

"Or he doesn't remember." he chimes in.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles says.

"A fugue state" Allison adds.

"So, what, this guy controls him to do his killing for him and Jackson has no idea what he's doing? Which is why he didn't believe us when we told him?" I ask and the other two nod.

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder." 

"Getting rid of the blood" Scott and Allison both list off.

"It would help with one thing to have the video. Then someone else helped him forget that." Stiles adds.

"Whoever's controlling him" Scott nods.

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?" Allison wonders.

"He doesn't. He still believes that he's a werewolf and blames Lydia on not having shifted yet. It's why I punched him" I bring up and Stiles smirks, me sending him a wink.

"So, do we try and convince him he's not?" Allison suggests.

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott agrees.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?" Allison brings up.

"Pfft, yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us." Stiles says confidently before looking between Scott and I. "Right?" He adds hopefully.

"I hope not" I mutter.

The door opens and the Sheriff ushers us into another room where we see Scott's mom, Jackson's dad and unfortunately, my mom waiting. My mom sends me a look and I can't help the scowl that appears on my face as I turn to look at Noah who motions for us to sit down.

"You called her?" I growl out and Noah raises an eyebrow at me. 

"She's your mother and they're pressing charges. I had to" Noah shrugs, unbothered.

"She's not my mother. Not anymore" I send a glare at the woman who shakes her head at me disapprovingly. "Let's just get this over with" I sit down beside Stiles and Scott, my arms crossed as I stare down at the table in front of us while Noah starts reading out the agreement.

"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or pyschologically." Noah throws the clipboard onto the table, the adults staring us down.

"What about school?" Stiles suddenly brings up.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 foot distance." Noah mutters, annoyed.

"But okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time" As Stiles is asking, all of the adults crossed their arms in anger, sighing and I smirk in amusement. "and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" When Stiles notices the expression his dad is sending him, he quickly nods.