innocent::stiles stilinski

1.6::Jealousy

"Welcome to the KARMA cafe.

There are no menu's.

You will get served,

What you deserve.."

Mr Harris dropped the papers onto our desks.

Each set making a suspenseful thlop.

It thudded onto my desk, where I snatched it up and began.

"It causes me severe mental anguish to admit this, but he's right. What if the next body-part she steals is from someone alive?"

I knitted my eyebrows and groaned.

"I know". Scott sighed.

"This is a pop quiz Mr Stilinski, if I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career".

I glared at the man threatening Stiles.

Mr Harris, you wanna play that game hey?

I can play that game..

"Can you do that?"

"There it is again. Your voice, triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently, see you at three for detention".

Stiles gaped.

Okay this shit has gone on long enough.

I moved my chair back, making sure it screeched while doing so.

I got up, slung my bag over my shoulder, all whilst smirking at the teacher.

"Mr Harris, you are an amazing influence on us all. You have triggered me to go and get my baseball bat, and repeatedly beat you until you can no longer torture us".

I slid behind Stiles' seat and made my way to the door.

"Ms Martin! Detention!"

I looked over my shoulder, with the door half open, and smirked.

"Can I bring my bat?"

"Sit down!"

"Don't be such a sourpus!"

"Ms Martin I swear to God-"

"Swearing's not a good thing".

The whole class was howling with laughter by now.

Stiles grinned at me, whilst Scott nodded admiringly.

"Ms Martin!"

"Oh my god!"

I stormed back to my seat and slumped down.

"I didn't think Danny would end up in hell, Jackson yes, Danny no".

The whole class burst once again, except this time Jackson was not smiling.

"Because of your sisters situation, I will not suspend you, but detention for the rest of the week".

The class went silent, I swear there were crickets chirping.

"Do not, talk about my sister Harris".

And then I went on with my pop quiz.

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I stared at the clock.

Each tick sending an agonising wave of pain through me.

Tick.