"So that was it and you woke up?" Isaac asked, leaning next to Emma's locker. Stiles and Scott were silent in thought. In Economics, Emma had drifted off and dreamt about Allison getting hurt by the kanima, something that was unusual for her.
"Yeah, then Coach yelled at Stiles and I sat up. All gone" Emma sighed in frustration, running her hand through her hair.
"Did you talk or make any contact with Allison today?" Stiles questioned, trying to figure out this dream. Emma shrugged, because her and Allison were best friends. They always talk.
"Yes we talked" Emma replied with a groan. "We're best friends what else would we do?" Emma snapped, sighing with regret.
"Fine. Did she say anything unusual?" Isaac asked, Emma leaning against the locker in thought. Emma made a humming noise as she was thinking, processing her previous conversation.
"Not really" everyone sighed in frustration. "Just that she was going to try and see what Jackson was up to this weekend so we could keep an eye on him" Emma informed them, everyone going silent in thought.
"Come to think of it, when is the last time you've seen Allison today?" Stiles turned to Scott. Scott was silent for a moment, listening for Allison's heart beat: something he was able to do, due to his mate status. He heard her heart beat and it was racing. It was coming from the locker room.
"Allison!" Scott yelled before taking off down the hallway. He was followed by Emma, Stiles and Isaac. They sprinted down the hallway, pushing people out of the way. When they finally reached the locker Scott ripped open the door, spotting Jackson, naked, standing in front of Allison. Scott let out a growl, before lunging at Jackson who was now trying to pull up his pants as fast as possible.
Stiles ran into the room, helping Allison up. Jackson threw Scott against a wall, knocking one of the sinks off, a pipe spraying water everywhere. Scott retaliated, picking Jackson up and throwing him against the lockers.
Stiles moved Allison out of the room, Isaac and Emma watching in shock. Isaac glanced down, his eyes going wide. Slowly,Isaac stepped back as Emma's hands began to glow. He grabbed her arm, trying to make it stop. Emma looked up to him, her face written with fear.
"Duck!" Isaac yelled, tackling Emma to the ground as Scott shoved Jackson out of the locker room, into the hall. Scott and Jackson lay on the floor throwing punches at each other. Stiles shielding Allison from the two. Erica ran up from further down the hallway helping Isaac and Emma up off the floor. Matt, another lacrosse player stood shocked as he watched the hectic scene play out. He picked up Allison's phone, which she had dropped while looking at the Kanima page of the bestiary. Mr. Harrison ran down the hallway, spotting the two.
"What is going on here!?" he shouted while breaking up Jackson and Scott. Emma grabbed Scott, wrapping her arms around him to prevent him from going after Jackson again. Mr. Harrison held onto Jackson's arm. Everyone was quiet under Mr. Harrison's stare. "No one's going to explain? Well that's it. Detention. All of you!" he shouted, everyone groaning in protest.
"But I wasn't even-" Matt began before being cut off by Mr. Harrison.
"See you all in an hour" Mr. Harrison scolded before walking away. Detention with Mr. Harris was something so terrible it was unimaginable. Everyone sighed in defeat before they began shuffling to their next class. Isaac stared at Emma with nervous eyes as he sensed that something was changing. The visions and the green orbs were becoming harder to control. She didn't know what to do.
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"You, you and you there" Mr. Harrison pointed Scott, Stiles and Erica to one table. "You and you over there" he directed Emma and Isaac to another table. "And you three can sit there" Mr. Harrison said, referring to Jackson, Matt, and Allison.
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Just Breathe
FanfictionWhen the new girl arrives in Beacon Hills, she catches the pack's, more specifically Stiles', attention. As she builds relationships with the pack, enemies that she is oblivious to are building relationships too, which leaves Stiles with a tough cho...