The last bell rings, signaling the beginning of Chemistry, and Scott still isn't at his seat. I bite my lip. Where could he be?
"Just a friendly reminder, Parent-Teacher Conferences are tonight," Harris says, walking up to the front of the classroom slowly. "Students below a C average are required to attend. I won't name you because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment," he stops at Scott's open. I push my lips together, thinking. My brother left for school this morning. "Has anyone seen Scott McCall? Miss McCall or Mr. Stilinski?"
I shrug and Stiles looks up suddenly, a highlighter cap in his mouth. Before he can say anything, the door opens and Jackson walks in. I sit up straighter in my seat and Stiles and I exchange a look. Jackson sits down, tossing his backpack on the ground by his chair. Harris crosses the room to him.
"Jackson," he bends down, putting a hand on Jackson's shoulder. I'm remind of the claws I saw, just a couple inches higher, at Jackson's neck. "If you need to leave early for any reason, let me know."
Jackson nods and I roll my eyes. I've seen more traumatic things than Jackson. It's just not all over the school. Stiles looks at me and smirks.
"Everyone, start reading Chapter 9," Harris commands, walking to the front of the room. "Mr. Stilinski," he says without turning around. "Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's Chemistry, not a coloring book."
I look over to see that Stiles has highlighted an entire paragraph in bright yellow. He tilts his head back and blows the cap from his mouth into the air, catching it in his hand. Then, Jackson catches his eye.
"Danny," Stiles leans forward. He speaks softly. "Can I ask you a question?"
"No," Danny replies. Stiles looks caught off guard for a moment.
"Well, I'm going to anyway," he decides. "Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?"
I thought Stiles was going to ask about Jackson, not Lydia. I furrow my eyebrows, listening more carefully.
Danny sighs, saying again, "No."
So, Lydia is missing too.
"Can I ask you another question?" Stiles asks.
"Answer's still 'no,'" Danny sounds annoyed.
"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?" my best friend asks.
"He wouldn't tell me," Danny admits quietly.
"But ... he's your best friend," Stiles states, confused. Danny gives him a tiny shrug. "One more question."
"What?" Danny asks loudly. He's really frustrated now.
"Do you find me attractive?" Stiles asks.
My jaw drops and I whip around to look at my best friend. Danny doesn't answer and Stiles leans closer, falling off his stool. He jumps up and clears his throat. I put my head down on the counter.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
