SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

19||Fifty Feet

Chapter 19

I sighed heavily in annoyance as we walked into the library.  We all filed in together and dispersed ourselves between two of the first tables we saw.  I refused to look at either Scott or Stiles as I followed behind Allison who was moving towards the table opposite them and Erica.  There was no way I was sitting next to her and there was absolutely no way I was sitting next to the boys, who would inevitably question me about the locker room incident.  I just wanted to forget about it.  So, while Jackson, Allison, and Matt took that table, I moved to the empty one across from the boys.

I put my bag on the table and took out The Tale of Genji which I was reading in order to learn Japanese.  I had taken a few days to mull over how the writing worked and was now practicing it in real time.  As soon as I got modern Japanese down to a science, I would move on to Early Japanese so I could read the story as it was originally intended.  I also decided to make notes in the margins, but in Japanese so no one else could read it.  It would be my little secret.

"Uh, we can't be in detention together.  I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson said to Harris, causing me to raise my head from the book.  He was pointing over at Scott's table as he took his seat and I rolled my eyes before looking back to my story.

"All of these tools?" Harris asked dryly, causing me to huff.  Couldn't they see I was trying to read?

Apparently not. "No just us tools." Stiles voice rang out and I paused in my reading before turning the page.

"Fine, you two, over there."

I snapped my book shut as the sound of two of the chairs at my table being pulled out met my ears and aggressively put it back in my bag.  Of course.  Why would Harris ever have the courtesy of leaving me to my own table?  I hesitantly looked over at Stiles who has taken the seat next to me and then to Scott who was across from me.  Guilt began to pool in my stomach as Stiles moved his chair closer to mine and I caved, knowing he had done nothing wrong.  I was just being sensitive.

I sighed in relief when he took my hand under the table and intertwined our fingers, giving me the solace I had been yearning for.  He rubbed his thumb over the skin of my hand in a soft pattern that caused me to lean my head on his shoulder.

"I'm going to kill him," Scott said once he got himself situated.

I watched him curiously as Stiles looked down at me. "I'll help."

"No," I said, squeezing Stiles' hand. "Neither of you are going to lay a hand on him."  I raised my head slightly to look at Stiles with a quirked brow and then to Scott who was clenching his jaw angrily. "What you are going to do is find out who is controlling him, and then you'll do the right thing and save him."

"No, Scott's right, let's kill him." Stiles said as he looked over at Jackson.  I rested my head back on his shoulder, remembering what had happened before we got in here.  I had to coax both Stiles and Scott into their now much more controlled states as they were literally seconds away from beating the crap out of Jackson once Scott told Stiles what had happened.  However, other than the fact that he heard my heartbeat, he had no idea what had gone down in there.  He was running on speculation because all he had seen was Jackson stark naked and me crying in a corner like a wuss.  I didn't exactly see what he was so angry about, but I was aware of what his assumption was, which, might I add, was dead wrong.

"Stiles, you aren't going to kill him okay?" I said, turning to kiss his neck before closing my eyes comfortably. "Jackson didn't even know what he was doing.  He was clearly being controlled.  I know Jackson and he would never do that to me, so both of you need to get over it—and quickly.  Because we have a much bigger problem to deal with here."