Uniquely Normal

The Overlooked

[3rd Person POV]

"Derek?" Jennifer called as she rushed into the werewolf's loft. "Derek, where are you?"

"Right here."

She turned around to see him walk into the main room.

"Oh, thank god." She said, rushing forward and wrapping her arms around him. They hugged each other tightly for a moment before she pulled away.

"Something happened at the recital." She told him. "At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it, before you hear it any of it from them."

"From who?" Derek asked, pretending to be confused.

"Scott, Stiles, and [y/n]," She said. "They're gonna tell you things, things you can't believe, you have to trust me, okay? You trust me."

"What is it?" Derek questioned.

"Promise you'll listen to me." Jennifer insisted.

He nodded. "I promise."

Jennifer smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to the man's lips. She closed her eyes as if she was in bliss, but opened them again when she sensed something wrong. She pulled away and a scowl settled on her face.

"They're already here, aren't they?" She asked lowly.

Derek's eyes moved to something behind her, and she turned around just as the three teenagers in question walked forward. Scott held a small container of unknown contents, and Stiles and [y/n] held each other's hands, standing close together as Scott did the talking.

"So..." Jennifer started. "They told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"

"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott interjected.

"Oh, that's right," She chuckled. "Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour so I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."

A tear slid down Stiles' cheek. "Where's my dad?"

"How should I know?" Jennifer asked, playing the game of pity.

The masquerade made [y/n]'s stomach bubble with anger. She had to hold back every urge she had to lunge at her teacher, the person who killed her father, and the person who took Stiles'.

Jennifer turned back to Derek. "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."

Derek searched her for a moment before looking back at the teenagers. Scott's face stood firm, [y/n]'s hand clutched at her side, and Stiles looked as vulnerable as ever.

"Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?" He prodded.

"No," Jennifer insisted.

"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia." [y/n] sneered, speaking for the first time since Jennifer arrived.

"Lydia Martin?" She questioned. "I don't know anything about that!"

"Well, what do you know?" Derek pushed.

"I know that these kids, for whatever misguided reason, are filling you head with an absurd story." She turned around abruptly and glared at the teens. "And one they can't prove, by the way."

Scott held up the container in his hand, which was filled with a tan-colored dust. "What if we can?"

"What is that?" Jennifer asked, her voice quieter than before.

"My boss told me its a poison and a cure," he said as he stepped forward and took off the cap. "Which means you can use it...and it can be used against you."