Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Nineteen

"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically."

If you're wondering what is currently happening, well, Stiles and Scott are getting a restraining order on Jackson since the two of them kidnapped him. He decided not to mention me, thankfully.

"What about school?" Stiles asked.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 foot distance."

"Bu, okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" His Dad gave him a look and he sunk down into the chair, causing me to laugh, "I'll just hold it."

Mr. Whittemore walked out after Noah was finished reading off the paper, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" Sheriff said, turning back towards the two boys.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke."

"It was a joke?" Noah scoffed.

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously. Dad, humor is very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking, like, multiple levels of interpretation here."

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"

"We filled the tank," I busted out laughing, having to leave due to the looks I was receiving from all three of them.

A couple minutes later, Scott joined me and my mom.

"Move!" She said, pushing Scott further down the hallway. "It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed."

"I missed a Chemistry test?"

"Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded."

"What about work?"

"Fine, other than work. And no TV."

"My Tv's broken."

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school."

"Then no, uh," She spun around, finding Stiles there, watching and listening. "No Stiles."

"What, no Stiles?" Que the laughing.

"No Stiles! And no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give 'em to me!" I could hear her heartbeat racing as Scott handed the keys to her and she couldn't get the car key off. "Oh, for the love of God."

"Mom, you want me to,"

"No."

"Mom, come on, let me just, mom. Mom!" Scott said, placing his hands over our mom's hands. She looked up at him with a stressed look.

"What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?" She asked.

"Do you really wanna know?"

"Yeah. Is this about your father?" My heart dropped, causing Scott to glance at me in worry. "It is, isn't it?" I turned around before walking away with tears in my eyes. I got in my car, my mind going into autopilot, heading somewhere I didn't wanna go.