Unbreakable➳ Lahey [book 2]

Sword in the Moonlight

Daire walked into her chemistry classroom to be greeted with the word test written on the board. Automatically she let out a groan.

"What?" Stiles asked.

 Now sitting in her seat she just pointed at the board before slamming her head down on the table.

Stiles let out a chuckle, "Should we write death by chemistry on your gravestone?"

Daire lifted up her head, " Who would have thought that I would survive a crazy ass alpha just to be killed by chemistry and freaking king of hell Harris."

"Everybody can be quiet now" the devil himself said, appearing out of thin air. He slapped papers on the table and the classroom fell silent. "You have the whole period to complete the test."

Daire just blatantly stared at the test, contrary to belief when ones mother dies and a friend disappears a regular human does not study for a chemistry test, let a alone a fledgling supernatural. So its official death by chemistry. 

"Okay, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right," Stiles whispered to Scott.

He was referring to the conversation with Jackson they had earlier, the Jackass decided to make it clear that Lydia was not the one in danger but her poor victim by using sexual innuendos of his past experiences. Gross. Just gross.

"I know," Scott replied, not turning around.

Daire chewed on her lip, and wrote her name on her test. She began looking through the questions, which chemical equation is a combustion reaction. Select the term best describing the series of elements: Mn, Fe, Co, Ni, Cu. 

Nope not happening.

"What if the next organ she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles whispered.

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski," Mr. Harris said suddenly, causing Daire to look up and give the king of hell her best glare. "If I hear your voice again, I might be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

Daire randomly started circling answers on her test, hoping that she wont get roped into detention with Harris again.

"Can you do that?" Stiles replied. A few kids around them had their hands over their mouths, stifling giggles.

"There it is again: your voice," Harris droned. "Triggering the only impulse i've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. See you at detention at three."

Daire slammed her head against the table.

"You too Miss Argent?" Mr. Harris questioned.

Daire shot up and shook her head. "No sir." No way would she ever step into that hell again. 

Seconds later Jackson sprung up from his seat, hand clutched over his nose. He raced out of class ignoring Mr. Harris calling him back.

Daire raised an eyebrow as she watched Jackass run out. 

What the fuck was wrong with him?

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"How did Stiles get detention within the first 5 minutes of class?" Allison asked Daire as they headed to their lockers at the end of the day.

Daire shook her head, dark locks bouncing. "It's Stiles and Harris king of hell. What do you think would have happened?"

Allison laughed reaching her locker, "True." 

The two girls opened their lockers and Daire pulled out the black dress she was going to wear to her mothers funeral. She looked over at Allison who was doing the same but Daire could tell that she was trying hard not to break down.