More Bad Than Good

Chapter 3

A few days later, Allison picked up Ashlyn and Lydia before school since Stiles had Lacrosse practice in the morning. Ashlyn was wearing an Arctic Monkeys shirt with skinny jeans and grey vans that day.

"You really don't remember anything?" Allison asks Lydia as they walk up the stairs to the school.

"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days,' but personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds." Lydia says as she throws her arms out to the sides.

"Are you ready for this?" Ashlyn asked her as the girls stood by the door.

"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia sassed and looked at Allison. Ashlyn had to choke back a laugh.

They walked into the school and everyone stopped and stared. Like literally everyone. "Maybe it's the nine pounds." Allison sassed. Lydia flipped her hair and started walking down the hall.

"Nothing to see here. Ya pansies." Ashlyn muttered. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, she pulled it out to see a text from Stiles.

"There's another werewolf at the school. Fields now." He said.

Ashlyn's eyes widened and she showed the phone to Allison.

"You go. Tell me what happens." Allison said as she walked down the hall towards Lydia.

Ashlyn made her way to the fields and sat down on the bleachers. She made eye contact with Stiles and he waved. She looked and noticed that Scott was in goal. Which was weird considering that he doesn't like playing goalie. Coach blew the whistle and the player began running at Scott. But Scott started running down the field towards the player as well and they collided. Ashlyn winced when they hit. Coach yelled and Scott ran back to the goal. This happened about 5 more times, then the police showed up. The players stopped and Ashlyn stepped down the bleachers and made her way to Scott and Stiles.

"His dad was killed last night." Scott explained.

"Who's?" Ashlyn spoke up, causing Stiles to jump a little.

"Isaac's - Isaac Lahey." Scott answered back.

"Is he the -"

"Yes." Scott replied.

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked.

"I'm not sure, why?" Scott wondered.

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours."

"Like, overnight?" Ashlyn gasped.

"During the full moon." Stiles sighed.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott panicked.

"People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good." Stiles said.

"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott asked.

"Yeah."

"He does." Scott let ot a huge puff of air.

*****

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked Ashlyn and Stiles in Chemistry. Scott's partner wasn't there so he sat with Stiles and Ashlyn.

"Peter told us if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving." Ashlyn whispered back.

"Doesn't being a teenager mean that the cops can't hold him?" Scott asked.

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness." Stiles said, then he turned around towards Danny. "Wait. Danny. Where's Jackson?"