𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ▷ Stiles Stilinski¹

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"Any other theories?" Scott had asked, looking at Stiles doubtfully.

"Scott," I sighed," We only just figured out who the Kanima is, give us some time."

We really didn't have much in terms of leads for who may be controlling Jackson, but that didn't matter. We needed to figure it out, that was our number one priority.

From where I sat I heard someone, as if they were whispering, ask another person if they were okay.
Looking up from my hands, I saw Jackson grab his bag and get out of his chair. He had a hand to his temple, massaging it. By the looks of his facial expression, the lacrosse player was in pain.

"I have to go to the bathroom," He told Mr. Harris, not bothering to wait for a response.

"Are you alright?" Our teacher asked. When Jackson didn't reply, he stood up from his seat, "Hey, you don't look so good."

The fact that Harris seemed genuinely concerned worried me more than whatever was wrong with Jackson.
Had an alien taken over his body? I wouldn't have been shocked, considering we lived in Beacon Hills.

Jackson kept walking, spitting out his response rather quickly, "I just need to get some water."

We all watched Jackson leave as Mr. Harris came out from behind his desk. He pointed to us all, "No one leaves their seats."

He turned on his heel, following after Jackson.

As soon as he left Stiles, Scott and I all gave each other a look. Grabbing our bags, we all got out of our chairs and walked over to rejoin Erica at her table.

She didn't seem surprised by this, she just sat there smirking. I sat opposite to Stiles, who sat beside Erica, while Scott was seated opposite the other Beta.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott stated, not even bothering to ease into it.

I couldn't help but quickly look around, paranoid that someone was listening to our conversation. For all we knew, the person controlling Jackson was just as curious of us as we were about them.

"Maybe," she continued to smirk, not even looking up from the notebook she was writing in.

Scott looked annoyed by her response, "Talk."

Erica looked at us all, before frowning and shutting her book. She sat it on top of her laptop, and then the pen on top of that. Her eyes then met Scott's, "It was a car accident."

A car accident. What an awful way to die. I felt my body physically slump, feeling cold. I actually felt bad for Jackson, I never imagined that happening.

"My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen," Erica said, explaining how she knew about the boy's parents.

Stiles and I looked at each other, mouths agape with shock. He turned his head to face Erica, "So, not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at eighteen?"

"Yep."

Stiles looked completely shocked, blinking his eyes in disbelief. "There is something so deeply wrong with that."