Another Argent.

Venomous

Melanie's POV

Stiles pulled me into our English classroom, scrambling to sit behind Scott. I stood there looking at him. "What the hell?" I ask him.

"Just, sit. I have news to tell you both." He tells me, causing me to roll my eyes and sit next to him.

"Guys, I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news." Stiles says to the two of us, causing me to look confused. 

"I think I already know." Scott says and Stiles and I follow his gaze seeing Isaac sitting in front of us. The three of us share a look.

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After class the three of us walk out, still talking to one another. Stiles begins telling us about what he read about the Kanima.

"All right, I only found one thing online called a Kanima. It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers." He says to us. 

"That thing was not a jaguar." Scott says.

"Yeah, and we're not exactly a murderers." I say to them.

 "Yeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you. And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're both dead." Scott says and I look at him wide eyed.

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this "friendship." Stiles says, grabbing my hand before the three of us walk off to our next class.

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We were now in Coach's class. I was sitting behind Stiles as he sat next to Scott. Lydia was in the back row, listening to Coach talk.

Jackson walks past Stiles and Scott and took the open seat next to me. I give him a weird look. "Hey, Testicle left and right." He says to Scott and Stiles then looks at me, smirking. "Argent."

"Whittemore." I say, copying him.

"What the hell is a Kanima?" Jackson asks us, all seriousness in his voice. Stiles, Scott and I shared a look, shocked.

Coach cuts us off. "All right, listen up. A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult - I'm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it, huh?" Coach gestures to someone. We all look at Lydia. "Come on, let's go, buddy."

"Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson asks us, whispering. 

"I'm familiar with the sensation." Stiles says to him.

"Wait - why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?" Scott asks Jackson. 

"How should I know?" Jackson asks. 

"Wait, do they think it's Lydia?" I ask, my eyes widening slightly, not wanting her hurt by Derek and the others. 

"I don't know," Jackson tells me. "all I heard was your name and her name and something about chemistry." He tells me.

"Why my name? I came face to face with it, why does he want to test me?" I ask right before Coach yells. Jackson gives me a quick shrug.

"Melanie! Jackson!" He yells causing us to look at him, while most the class looks at us. "Do you both have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

I look at Jackson wide eyed. "Um - just an undying admiration for my - my coach."

"That's really kind of you." Coach says then yells. "Now shut up! Shut it!" He looks at the rest of the class. "Anybody else?"