The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Thirteen

Kylie was sitting on her mother's lap, in front of Mr. Harris. Melissa took her phone out and called Scott, who seemed to be missing.

"Where the hell are you? Get to the school, now," she said, her voice laced with frustration before she hung up.

"How about we get started?" Mr. Harris proposed, his tone clipped and impatient.

Melissa nodded, shifting Kylie slightly on her lap to get comfortable. "Sure."

"Lately, Scott's mind has been somewhere else. As has his body," Mr. Harris began, his expression stern. "Personally, I think it has something to do with his home situation."

Melissa nodded, but her brows furrowed in confusion. "Well, personally, I don't understand what you mean by 'home situation'," she responded, her voice edged with defensiveness.

"Specifically, the lack of an authority figure," Mr. Harris elaborated, leaning back in his chair as if his words carried a weighty significance.

Melissa blinked, her confusion deepening. "Yeah, I'm the authority figure, so..." she trailed off, clearly not comprehending what he was insinuating.

Harris sighed, as though he were explaining something obvious. "Sorry, allow me to clarify—I mean the lack of a male authority figure."

Kylie's small face scrunched up into a frown, her eyes narrowing at the teacher. Melissa's lips formed an 'O' shape as she processed his words.

"Well, believe me, we're much better without him in the picture," Melissa said, her voice firm, a trace of irritation seeping into her words.

Mr. Harris raised an eyebrow, his tone remaining cold and detached. "Does Scott feel the same way?"

Melissa didn't hesitate, her voice resolute. "Yes, I think so." But after a beat, she added, softer, "I hope so."

Kylie, who had been listening quietly, shifted on her mother's lap, her small hand gripping Melissa's sleeve. She didn't quite understand all of the conversation, but she could sense the tension in her mother's voice, the unease hanging in the air. Melissa placed her free hand over Kylie's, giving it a gentle squeeze, her gaze still fixed on Mr. Harris.

After the talk with Mr. Harris, Melissa was furious. She immediately called Scott back while balancing Kylie on her hip, the three-year-old beginning to drift off to sleep.

"Scott, you need to call me, right now," she said sharply before hanging up.

She looked around and spotted Chris and Veronica Argent, then marched towards them, her expression set in determination.

"Excuse me, you aren't Allison's parents, are you?" she asked, her voice laced with irritation. "I'm Scott's mom, and I hate to say this, but he's not answering his phone either."

Chris's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at her. "You're his mother?"

Melissa frowned, shifting Kylie on her hip as the little girl started to slip. "Funny how you say it like it's an accusation," she replied, clearly offended.

Chris's jaw tightened, his voice taking on an edge. "Well, I wouldn't claim it as a source of pride since he practically kidnapped my daughter today."

Melissa's eyes widened slightly, her voice turning defensive. "How do you know skipping school wasn't your daughter's idea?"

Chris opened his mouth to respond, but paused, his gaze shifting past Melissa. "My daughter—" he stopped himself, his eyes narrowing as he saw Allison and Scott getting out of Allison's car. "Is right there."

Melissa spun around, her eyes locking on Scott. Her fury boiled over as she stomped her way over to her son. "Where exactly have you been?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "It was already bad enough that you made Stiles lie to me while dropping your sister off, and now you go missing for an entire day?"