What's left of me ( Isaac Lahey fanfic)

56. Weaponized

"After entering the IP address, you will be connected to an untraceable bank through a Dark Net portal. Once logged in, enter your account number to receive wire transfers. The IP address will deactivate with each transfer. You will be assigned a new IP address if you choose to continue down the list. Remember: visual confirmation is always required for payment." 

This played on the tape but we didn't understand it so we kept the tape back in the bag and started counting the money and it was a total of $500,000. 

"Why would someone use all this money just to kill us?" 

Scott exclaimed.

"Someone wants you dead, dude. Badly." 

Stiles stated the obvious, and Scott glared at him to which he just shrugged. Scott then started to put the money back in the bag saying that he needed to go to bed early as tomorrow was our PSAT, and he suggested that we do the same, which I agreed to but Stiles then addressed the important question, should we give Derek and Peter back the $500,000 from Garrett? Stiles thought that we shouldn't since he doesn't like Peter, but as expected Scott being moral compass said that we still should. Since they both disagreed with each other they looked at me to give the final verdict. "Don't look at me like that, I agree with both of you. I think we should give the money back since it's Derek's money as well, but then I think we should keep it as it's Peter's money as well." They both gave me looks but I just shrugged, then before we could discuss this more Scott told us someone was coming, so we shoved the bag back under Scott's bed and stood up awkwardly. Scott's door opened and Malia walks in, drenched. "God, are you okay?" I asked as Scott passed a towel to Stiles and he wrapped that around Malia. She then told us that she and Derek found Satomi's pack but they all were poisoned and they found Branden there, who was shot but Derek took her to the hospital. After that we called Derek asking if he needed any help. He told us that he got everything and we should just focus on our PSAT. Then we all went our home to rest for sometime. 

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The next day at school, Scott, Kira, Stiles, Malia and I were waiting in the line to take PSAT. Malia asked me where Lydia was and I told her that she took the test in freshman year, which I was also suppose to take but I got sick that week. Then Malia started whining about how she could've taken this another time. Scott then reminded her that she studied harder than any of us. 

"Doesn't mean that I'm going to do good."

She said and Stiles and I exchanged looks which she picked up on and asked us what happened. 

"It's 'do well', not 'good'."

Stiles corrected her, 

"Oh god, I am going to flunk." 

She cried, and I side hugged her at first she looked like she was going to eat me so I backed up but then she placed her head on my shoulder so I smiled and patted her head. 

"You're doing this because while we're trying not to die, we still need to live. If I survive high school, I'd like to go to college. A good college."

Scott said trying to encourage her. 

"Beside, It's only three hours. We can survive three hours." 

Kira added and Malia nodded. After that we had to use an ink pad to mark our fingerprints down on attendance sheet and then submitted our phones to Mrs. Martin who had marked bags with her to store our phones. 

"All the best honey, not that you need it." 

She said to me while patting my head as I submitted my phone to her. "Thank you." I said smiling. Then others came and she wished them all the best as well, then we picked the pencils and we went and sat on our seats. After everyone was settled the invigilator started to tell us about different sections of the exam. After he finished, he turned to Mrs. Martin and mentioned that there was supposed to be another teacher with him. She said that Coach was supposed to be here, and she'll just go down his office and check what was keeping him. After few minutes she returned and they both talked about something. Soon, the bell rang and the test started, and as I opened the question paper a smiled appeared on my face as the test was very easy and I couldn't wait to go home and brag about it to Isaac, who also had exams because of which we couldn't talk for past few days, but today was his last exam.