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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE.
DETENTION WITH THE most random group of people Beacon Hill's could've put together was the last thing Evee wanted to deal with right now. Her, Jackson, Scott, Stiles, Erica, Allison, and Matt. She felt like they were the supernatural breakfast club, including Allison, Stiles, and Matt of course.
Stiles had been whispering her ear off at Chemistry that Erica had known something about Jackson's parents, knew they were dead. And he obviously wanted to know more. Evee was still pissed off entirely that she was in detention again and had to text Irene if they could go to the lacrosse field after detention, she was quick to agree.
Evee sighed, hand on her bags strap as she walked to the first table she saw, Stiles and Scott going to sit across from her. Jackson, Allison, and Matt to the table next to them. She was surprised at Erica sitting next to her, not letting the shock get to her face.
Once Jackson sat down on his seat, he made sure to let his pettiness speak for itself,"We can't be in detention together, I have a restraining order against these tools."
"All these tools?"
"No, just us tools," Stiles mumbled in defeat, pointing between him and Scott.
"Fine. You two, over there," Mr. Harris points to the table next to them. An obvious annoyed expressions in their faces as they obliged, picking their stuff up to walk to the next table.
Evee had her eyes on Jackson for a moment as he strained his neck. She wanted to talk to him still, like she could help him, like he'd listen but right now didn't feel right. Especially with Erica sitting next to her.
"So," Evee tapped her finger against the table,"you're back."
"I am," Erica was silent for a moment until she spoke, her tone confident as it is,"Why? You going to try to do that move from last time here?"
"No," Evee snapped back, her voice going hush again,"I just...I didn't know if you dropped out or something. I was curious...worried."
"Worried," Erica scoffed in disbelief,"you're worried about me now?"
Evee rolled her eyes,"Yeah I get it, I'm a horrible friend you already told me. I am worried, okay? What you got into-"
"What I got into saved me from the assholes here. You seriously telling me you wouldn't have taken the bite if you were me?"
Evee hesitated, playing with her ring again. She sat back in her seat, her eyes still avoiding Erica's as Erica had been doing too,"Well I didn't have a choice. And now I'm a freak with this huge title to me, who really can't help anyone."
