Crazy About You - Lydia Martin

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Quite abruptly, Jackson interrupted the small moment Lydia had seemed to share with Oliver, a fierce glare on his face as he did so. Stiles and Scott turned back to the group, eyebrows furrowed at his outburst that was mostly directed at them.

"Okay, assheads! New plan-- Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim." he gestured wildly with his hands as he spoke, eyes wide as he looked around at the people in the room. "Are we good with that?"

Scott sighed upon noticing the fearful look on his girlfriend's face, speaking in hushed whispers with Stiles about the subject. Sofía stood up from the floor, Oliver giving her a helping hand as they leaned against a table behind them.

The oldest Pérez shrugged, a bored expression resting on her features as she observed the rich boy's silent panic. "It's not a bad plan per se..." she trailed off, head tilting to the side as she raised a single eyebrow. "Any idea on what to do if his dad doesn't answer?" she inquired, arms folding themselves across her chest.

Jackson furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. His expression changed, however, upon catching sight of the gun tucked away in the holster resting on her hip. "You have a gun and you haven't used it?" he exclaimed his question, only making Sofía scoff.

"How do you think my leg got fucked up, jackass?" she questioned sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "I tried shooting at him and he nicked me with something-- I didn't really see what. However, if push comes to shove ─you kids are getting the fuck out of here while I distract the bastard."

Oliver snapped his head around at his words, beginning to protest when a growl came from the hallway. Jackson sucked in a deep breath before stalking over to where Stiles and Scott were standing still conversing in hushed whispers.

"All right, give me the phone." he grabbed Stiles' shoulder, pulling him back to snatch the phone out of his hand.

Stiles acted quickly, recoiling his arm and punching Jackson square in the jaw. The rich boy stumbled as Allison gasped in horror, cradling his aching jaw in his hand. She was at his side quickly, checking to make sure he was alright.

Sofía clapped her hands together, the smirk on her face slightly crooked due to the apparent pain in her leg. "That was a mean right hook, Stiles. I'm impressed." Allison glared at her, arm resting on Jackson's back. The Pérez woman furrowed her eyebrows when Jackson grinned dangerously at Scott over his shoulder as Allison looked away. "Hey, jackass? Grow a pair. It was a punch to the face, not a vasectomy."

"Would you lay off him? Stiles literally just punched him in the face!" Allison exclaimed, standing up abruptly.

The Pérez woman smiled sarcastically. "Look, sweetie, I have nothing against you, you seem like a nice enough girl. But I do have something against Jackson over there that's currently smirking behind your back to anger Scott. And if you can't see what's happening in here, then you're as naive as you look." she said calmly, features softening the slightest as Oliver did his best to comfort Lydia in the corner.

Stiles pulled his phone from his pocket dialing his dad's number as Allison continued to argue.

"I am not naive!" she protested, glaring daggers at the woman.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Allison, please just shut up. My sister literally promised to sacrifice her life for ours and you're giving her shit because Jackson's an ass and you just don't see it? Christ." he sighed, rubbing Lydia's arm as he turned back to her.

Allison clenched her jaw, as Stiles spoke on his phone. 

"Dad, hey, it's me. And it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now." the alpha started banging on the door, making the chairs and desk shake violently, threatening to fall over. Stiles hurried out the rest as the handles started breaking. "We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school."