SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

08||Uncle

Chapter 8

The next day at school, I was pulled aside by Scott and Stiles.  They immediately started telling me that I had to be the one to get that necklace from Allison because we were friends.  At the moment I really didn't want to be Allison's friend, and, after what Scott did the previous day, I was sure that I wasn't in her good book.

"How am I supposed to do that?" I asked.

Stiles was the one to answer. "Follow her around, act all buddy buddy, snatch it from her bag and, uh, there you go."

I shook my head. "I'm not exactly her favorite person at the moment." I said, playing with my fingers as I glanced as Scott.

"You know I'm sorry about that Phoebe, right?" Scott said, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"Yeah," I nodded. "But I'm pretty sure that Allison thinks we were―were making out."  I squeaked.

"Okay, new plan." Stiles said. "Scott gets the necklace."

"How am I supposed to do that?  She won't even talk to me!" Scott said.

Stiles responded. "You ease back into it, okay?  Get back on the good side, remind her of the good times.  And then you ask for the necklace." I shook my head.  Somehow this was all going to fall apart. "Okay Scott, get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison back.  In that order, got it?" Stiles then grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me off to first period, leaving Scott to figure the rest out on his own. 

This was definitely going to end badly.

"How the hell did he find out?" I questioned Scott as we walked to our next classes with Stiles.

Scott was currently freaking out because, somehow, Jackson figured out he was a werewolf. "I have no idea!"

"Did he say it out loud?" Stiles asked. "The word?"

"What word?" Scott asked him.

"Werewolf.  Did he say, "I know you're a werewolf?"" Stiles asked and Scott shushed him.

He sighed. "No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly."

"Okay," I said, trying to ease the tension and reassure Scott at the same time. "Maybe it's not as bad as it seems.  I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right?  And if he wanted to tell someone, who's going to believe him anyway?"

"How about Allison's father?" Scott snapped and I reeled back, moving to walk closer to Stiles.

"Okay, it's bad."

"I need a cure, like, right now." Scott freaked, his chest heaving.

I wasn't watching were I was going and got bumped in the shoulder by someone walking in the opposite direction.  I stumbled back, my pumps doing nothing to help my cause as I tried not to fall on my butt.  Both boys reached their arms out and took a hold of one of mine, pulling me up into a standing position.  I sighed in relief and wiped imaginary dust from my sweater and shorts.

"Thanks." I said to both of them.

They nodded and got back to the topic at hand. "Does he even know about Allison's father?"

"I highly doubt that." I said, looking at both of them. "Jackson may have figured this out, but he's kind of an idiot.  He's not that smart.  The only way for him to have found out about Allison's family secret would be for them to outright tell him, and I don't think they would do that.  Ever."

Stiles immediately asked, "Okay, where's Derek?"

Scott shrugged. "Hiding, like we told him to.  Why?"