Strangest of Places || Teen Wolf

S2x07.5 - Restraint || Part Two

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

We all filed into the library at three on the dot. There were four large tables in the library. Matt and Jackson sat at the table farthest from the entrance. All the rest of us sat at the one next to it.

"I-I've never had detention before," Addie whimpered.

"Don't worry, Addie," I comforted her. "Mr. Harris gives out detention to people like it's nothing. We're not going to do anything anyway. You'll be fine."

She gave me a small smile which I returned.

"We can't be in detention together," Jackson piped up, looking at our table. "I have a restraining order against these tools."

"All of these tools?" Mr. Harris asked.

"No. Just us tools," Stiles rolled his eyes, motioning to himself, Scott, and Rae.

Little did he know that Addie and I also partially went along with the kidnapping, but I didn't feel the need to point that out.

"Fine. You guys, over there," Mr. Harris pointed to a table a couple feet away and Jackson gave him an incredulous look.

Addie and I stayed at the same table as Erica. Rae, Scott, and Stiles moved.

After Mr. Harris was distracted, Scott slammed his fists down on the table. "I'm gonna kill him."

Next to me, Addie flinched at Scott's anger.

"Scott, look at me," I commanded and he turned around to face me. "You're not going to kill him. Trust me, even I want to kill him. Even better, I want to destroy his Porsche with a bat so it could cause him endless amounts of suffering. That would be even worse than death and it would be totally epic and it could teach him that he shouldn't succumb to materialistic values-"

I noticed that the more words that spewed out of my mouth, the bigger Addie's eyes got.

" it could also teach him that he should not treat women like objects for his pleasure and I think it is totally unacceptable that he gets away with this stuff-"

"Sammy," Scott let out a laugh, stopping me from my rambling. "You're getting off topic."

I turned bright pink. I always ramble and I've been trying to stop. I sometimes get too passionate about things; I tend to go off on a tangent about them. It was even worse today because I was running off of caffeine.

"Sorry. Uh, back to my original point," I said. "You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him. And then we could ruin his car."

"He hurt you, Sammy. We should kill him."

"I agree," Rae crossed her arms over her chest and kicked her feet up onto the table.

"Rae!" Mr. Harris called. "Feet down!"

She grumbled profanities but reluctantly put her feet down.

When Mr. Harris was distracted again, I continued, "I don't want you to get hurt and do something you're going to regret in the future," I said. "Just please don't kill him. I don't want your future to get ruined because of this."

He turned to glare at Jackson, but at least he was more calm than he was before.

"Hey," Stiles said, looking in the direction of Jackson's table. "What if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing," Scott supplied.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself," Stiles inferred.