Slightly Amazing (Slightly series---Teen Wolf)

chapter ten---THE OVERLOOKED

Dad, oh my God. Jennifer Blake, our English teacher, was the Darach, and she took him as a sacrifice.

She killed Heather, the guy Lydia found at the pool, that girl Emily. And the kid that had been in J.R.O.T.C with Boyd named Kyle, Mr. Harris, the music teacher. Tara the deputy/former middle school teacher, Mr. Westover. Dr. Hilyar, the E.R attending doctor, and then one right after . . . She tried to kill Deaton and Lydia, tried to make Scott, Isaac, Boyd and Ethan kill themselves . . .

Everything. She was the Darach. She was the murderer. And now she had Stiles' and my dad.

She was also the one dating Derek.

That's where we were now. Derek's loft.

We were trying to convince him that Jennifer was the Darach, everything. And to prove it, Scott had mistletoe.

We were hidden when the loft door slid open, and Jennifer came running it. "Derek? Derek, where are you?"

"Over here." Derek's voice drove shivers down my spine.

"Oh, thank God. Something happened. At the recital. At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it--before you hear any of it from them."

"From who?"

"Scott, Stiles. Stacie. They are gonna tell you thinkgs. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me."

"What?"

"Promise you'll listen to me."

"I promise."

Even though I knew he knew the truth, even if he didn't believe it yet, I hated the words.

"They're already here, aren't they?" Jennifer asked.

Slowly, I stepped out first, with Scott and Stiles on either side of me.

"So . . ." Jennifer looked at Derek. "They told you it was me. That I'm the one taking people?"

"We told him you're the one killing people," Scott said.

"Oh, that's right. Committing human sacrifices, cuttting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour, that way I can get back to teaching high school English for the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."

I ignored the sarcasm, asking, "Where's our dad?"

"How should I know?" She looked back at Derek. "Derek, tell me that you don't believe this."

Derek's gaze locked on mine before turning back to Jennifer. "Do you know what happened to Stiles and Stacie's father?"

"No," Jennifer lied.

"Ask why she almost killed Lydia," Scott told him.

She looked back at us. "Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that."

"Then what do you know?" Derek asked coldly.

She turned back to him. "I know that these children, for what misguided reason, are filling your headd with an absurd story." She looked at us. "One they can't prove, by the way."

Scott held up the little tiny glass jar of mistletoe. "What if we can?"

"What is that?"

Taking a few steps forward, Scott answered, "My boss told me it's a poison and a cure, which means you cna us it, and it can be used against you."

"Mistletoe?" Jennifer demanded.

Tilting it, Scott moved his arm smoothly, the mistletoe being poured over her in a straight, perfect line.