Different

Chapter 6: Someone Help Me

We were walking around in the hallway while talking about yesterday.

"All right, I only found one thing online called the Kanima. It's a were-jaguar from South America that goes after murderers." Stiles explained.

"That thing was not a jaguar." I answered.

"Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murderer."

"Yeah, but if 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 dead." Scott said as he walked away to leave is alone.

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this 'friendship'." Stiles called after him.

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We were sitting in class as Jackson spoke up.

"Hey, testicle left and right." My brother and Scott look up with an annoyed expression. "What the hell is a kanima?" They turned around as they weren't expecting to hear the word from Jackson.

"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? Come on, let's go, buddy." Our teacher made someone go to the board as we just continued talking.

"Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson asked.

"I'm familiar with the sensation." Stiles replied.

"Wait... Why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?" Scott questioned.

"How should I know?" Jackson said confused.

"Wait, do you think it's Lydia?" Stiles asked as they all looked at the girl.

"I don't know, all I heard was her name and something about chemistry." Jackson answered.

"Jackson!" Coach yelled, which lade me yell as he jumpscared me. He gave me a confused look as he continued. "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Um... Just an undying admiration for my... My coach."

"That's really kind of you. Now shut up! Shut it! Anybody else?"

"How do we know it's not her?" Scott asked.

"Well, it didn't fight like a girl." I interrupted as I looked at him.

"I don't think you were either when you were standing there." Scott retorted.

"Bite me." I growled softly.

"Guys! I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see 50% evil. All right, maybe 60. You know, but not more than 40 on a good day." Stiles whispered as we were still in class.

"Stiles, that's not a very good argument." Scott replied.

"I'm aware of that, but I swear it's not her. It can't be, all right? Lydia's fine." Stiles said, protecting her.

"Lydia..." Coach said as the girl was standing in front of the class with chalk in her hands while tears were in her eyes. "Okay then, anybody else want to try answering? This time in english?"

"What is that, greek?" Scott asked as he looked at the board.

"Why would she write down something in greek, idiot." I answered.