After visiting the clinic It was 3 o'clock so we all headed into the library. Stiles and Scott sit at the table with Erica.
"Oh, uh - we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson says.
"All of these tools?" Harris asked.
"No, just us tools." Stiles says gesturing to him and Scott.
"Fine. You two, over there." Harris tells Scott and Stiles. They get up from the table and sit where Harris told them. I sit at the table Erica was at and rest my forehead against it.
"You Alright Carson?" Mr. Harris asked as he lays a hand on my shoulder. I turn my head to the side to face him and nod my head.
"Headache." I mutter as he walks away.
"I have to go to the bathroom." Jacksons stands up holding his head. He grabs his bag and walks away.
"Are you alright? Hey, you don't look so good." Mr. Harris asked as he stands up.
"I just need to get some water." Jackson walks out of the library in a hurry.
"No one leaves their seats." Mr. Harris walks out of the library. Within seconds I could feel my two idiots sitting at the table with Barbie. Scott rest a hand on my back and rubs it lightly.
"You ok Lexy?" He asked. I nod my head and close my eyes.
"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott asked. Im sure he was asking Erica.
"Maybe." She response back.
"Talk." Scott commands.
"It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18." Erica states.
"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Stiles asked.
"Yep." Erica agreed.
"There's something so deeply wrong with that."
"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything." Erica says as I could hear her typing on something. Laptop probably.
"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." The speaker says.
"Aw, you in trouble." My voice was muffled into my arm.
"Shush. Rest up." Scott says. I could feel his presence leaving the library. But I could feel someone else's presence coming in. I peak out of my arm and see Mr. Harris and Jackson walking back inside the Library.
"Whoa, look the dates." Stiles exclaimed.
"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death - 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995." Erica reads.
"Jackson's birthday is June 15th." Stiles points out. Everyone gets quiet as I sit my head up feeling dizzy. Mr. Harris was collecting his bags.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re - shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening." Mr. Harris walks out of the library. I went to stand up as Scott was coming back into the library. He sits me back down.
"You aren't getting up. You need to rest." Scott says.
"Im ok." I wave it off.
"No, you got attacked. You need to rest." Stiles says.
"Fine." I lat my head back down. I was in pain because they claim you didn't have anything for pain. Other than Ibuprofen. I mean I took a couple at least 3. It wasn't working. My head was hurting and my body ached. I mean why wouldn't it? I got thrown into a wall. The next thing I hear was the things shattering and falling to the ground. I could hear bookcases falling as I stand up. I have to fight through this pain. I have to fight. My friends are in trouble.
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Fanfiction(Teen Wolf) Back when you were a child your parents would tell you a story before you went to bed. About the different mystical creatures from the supernatural world. As you grew older you began to lose hope in it's existence. Until it just becomes...
