Neriah Hale lost her family at the age of ten, leaving her in the town of Beacon Hills with no one but two boys and a secret that she'd spent her whole life hiding. But when one of the two boys gets bitten, she has to reveal her true self to help sa...
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"JUST a friendly reminder," Mr. Harris started from the front of the classroom as I sat beside a highlighting Stiles, "parent/teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a C average are required to attend."
"I guess that means you're going," I snickered to Stiles, who rolled his eyes with a smile, still highlighting.
"I won't name you," Mr. Harris said, walking down the middle of the rows, "because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." Stopping beside Stiles, he looked down at us. "Has anyone seen Scott McCall?"
I shook my head as Stiles slowly looked up.
The door to the classroom opened, and I turned to see Jackson walk in late, not talking to anyone as he sat down.
"Hey, Jackson," Mr. Harris started, placing a hand on his shoulder. "If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know."
"Seriously?" I quietly said, rolling my eyes at them. "He wasn't the only one in the video store last night."
"Everyone, start reading chapter nine," our teacher ordered, and I opened my textbook as Stiles kept highlighting the whole damn page. "Mr. Stilinski. Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's chemistry, not a colouring book."
Snorting, I looked at Stiles, who spat the highlighter lid out of his mouth and into the air before catching it.
I raised a brow at him. "You can catch that, but not a lacrosse ball?"
He sent me a childish smile before leaning toward Danny, who sat in front of us. "Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question?"
Danny looked back at me, and I shrugged my shoulders.
Even I didn't know what Stiles was up to this time.
"No," he answered Stiles before turning back around.
"Well, I'm going to anyway," Stiles whispered. "Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?"
And there it was, the last nail in my coffin.
I should've taken Mr. Stilinski's offer and stayed home today. Right now, I could be having a bubble bath with candles instead of this.
Danny sighed, not looking back at us. "No."
Stiles looked over at me, but I was already looking down at my textbook, not wanting to be part of this anymore.
"Can I ask you another question?" he asked Danny, leaning forward in his chair.
"Answer's still no."
"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?"
"He wouldn't tell me."
Now, that grabbed my attention, making me look at Danny. "But he's your best friend," I whispered.
Sighing, Danny looked over at Jackson, and then he went back to his textbook.
