Vindex *Stiles Stilinski* Book 2

I don't like your teaching

"You are not going to believe what I just heard." Stiles exclaimed as I climbed into the jeep.

After our adventures last night we finally got home around 2, so needless to say I'm exhausted. "How are you so hyper?" I groan shutting the door.

"I do better with less sleep, anyways guess where my dad is?" He ask excitedly.

"In this town.... Probably off trying to find a dead body." I mutter laying my head against the window.

"Close!" He exclaims gaining my attention.
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"She ate the liver?" Scott ask confused as we walk into school.

"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing." Stiles reinstates.

"So? I hear it's the most nutritious part of the body." I shrug getting a glare from Scott.

"I never ate anyone's liver." Scott retorts.

"Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self - control. Actually, wait - hold on." Stiles sticks his arm out stoping is from walking farther. "You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."

Scott's face screws up in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?" Stiles ask trying to make sense of his thought process.

"Allison." He blankly states.

"Seriously! That's it? Nothing else?" I ask shocked.

"Nothing else mattered. But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause right before she was bit that night Lydia was with you." Scott exclaims looking at me as if we've had a break through.

I let a groan out before responding, "Yea but she was looking for Jackass."
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After splitting from the boys I made my way to the library in attempt to get some studying done before Harris' class. After failing miserably at that I solemnly made my way to class.

Sitting in my normal seat next to my boyfriend a pop quiz is thrown onto my desk. "All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." Stiles whispers to Scott.

"Whose right?" I ask.

"I know." Scott replies.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles hisses ignoring my question.

"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." Harris snaps gaining our attention.

"Can you do that?" Stiles ask at the same time I mutter, "Is that even legal?"

"Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention, you too Miss Hale." Harris threatens.
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After school Stiles and I make our way to detention with Harris. "Phones." He demands pointing to a box.

Stubbornly I place my phone in the box and a seat next to Stiles. Pulling out my books I begin working on my homework for this class.

"What do you think your doing Miss Hale?" Harris ask from behind his desk.

"Well since you teachers don't think seven hours of school is enough, I'm trying to finish the 2 extra hours of homework you alone gave me." I sarcastically respond. Out of the corner of my eye I see a smirk rise on Stiles lips.

"Miss Hale I do not like your tone." Harris says standing up.

"And I don't like your teaching, we all can't get what we want." I smirk leaning back in my chair.

After shutting Harris up I smugly went back to my homework attempting to finish. After and hour I hear Stiles begin to stand up so I follow.

"Sit." Harris demands.

"What, but it's been an hour." Stiles argued pointing to the clock.

"My detention's an hour and a half." Harris smirks making me glare at him.

"You can't do that." Stiles complains beside me.

"Oh - but I can. You see, Stiles, since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. Same for you and your spitfire of a mouth Devin. You two are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now - sit down, before I decide to keep you here all night." Harris warns.
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Finally after another 30 antagonizing minute Harris releases us. Flying to the cemetery Stiles and I make our way to Scott who is crouched behind a large grave stone.

"Yo." Stiles whispers gaining Scott's attention.

"Who the hell is that?" I ask pointing to the old man talking to Alison.

"He's definitely an Argent." Scott responds.

"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me grandpa. So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer grandpa." The man, Gerard, says.

"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean - what if they're the non - hunting side of the family? There could be non - hunting Argents. It's possible, right?" Stiles attempts.

Scott and I both turn to him and give him a dumb look. "I know what they are. They're reinforcements." Scott realizes.

Moments later Scott and Stiles are snatched up from beside me making me shoot up to see Sheriff Stilinski holing them both. "Ah. The three of you. Unbelievable. Pick up my tie."

Quickly I bend down and pick it up handing it to him. "Got it. Sorry. I know, I'm supposed to ask." Stiles stutters to apologize.

"4 - 1 - 5 Adam." The radio goes off.

The sheriff stared down at his radio in confusion, "I didn't copy that. Did you say 4 - 1 - 5 Adam?"

"Disturbance in a car." Stiles enlightens Scott and I.

The radio gives another crack before the officer speaks in a shaky voice, "They were taking a heart attack victim - D.O.A. But on the way to the hospital, something hit 'em."

"What - hit the ambulance?" The sheriff questions.

"Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere." I look between Scott and Stiles wide eyed, all of us knowing very well that it could be Lydia.

"All right, unit 4, what's your 20?" Sheriff ask.

"Route 5 and post. I swear-" that's all I heard before Stiles was tugging Scott and I to the Jeep.