The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter Twenty-Three: Partners

I sighed in frustration as I shut my Grimoire and rested my hands on top of the leather cover. I turned my head to look at Erica who's eyes quickly diverted from me and back to her open notepad. I still think Derek hasn't told his pack what I was yet, as Erica was still trying to figure me out.

"Derek still hasn't told you?" I asked, but it was more like a statement. Her eyes came to meet mine, as she tapped her pen on her notepad and the blank look on her face was all I needed to see. But before Erica could reply, I saw Jackson stand from his chair.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he states, holding his head in his hand. Erica and I looked at him weirdly as he made his way past us.

"Are you alright? Hey, you don't look so good," Harris states, as he watches Jackson, standing from his own chair in worry.

"I just need to get some water," Jackson states, rubbing his forehead as pain generated from it. All of us in the room stared at him as he walked out of the room. Harris came forward to stand between two racks of books which were piled on trolleys .

"No one leaves their seats," he states using his both index fingers to make his point, before he turns and leaves the room. As Harris barely left, I saw Stiles and Scott rush from their seats and over to the table Erica and I were sat on. They were both sitting in their seats like before, before they were moved by Harris.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott states, leaning forward on the table, but Erica was jotting random things down in her notepad.

"Maybe," she replied, not looking from the lined pages of the book.

"Talk," I said to her, taking over from Scott for a moment, her eyes locked with mine just for a split second and she knew I would do something to her if she didn't.

She closed her notepad and placed her pen on top, before locking eyes with Scott. "It was a car accident. 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 18," Erica spoke honestly, as her gaze went between us three, before locking eyes with Scott again.

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Stiles asks, not believing someone like Jackson could get any richer.

"Yep," was Erica's response as her eyes darted to Stiles as she cocked up an eyebrow.

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," Stiles went on, making me chuckle at his comment.

"You know what?" Erica began as she stopped leaning and lent to her laptop and began to take off her notepad which was on top. "I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's in-box," she opened her pink coloured laptop. "He keeps everything,"

"Scott McCall, please report to the Principal's office," Allison's mother states over the P.A. As eyes went to the speaker in the library. My eyes went to Scott, as he held a slightly worried expression.

"Good luck," I said with a smile on my face, but he didn't look impressed with my comment. He stands from the chair and walks out of the library. I nodded my head for Stiles to take my seat and I would take his. I stood with my Grimoire and we both quickly sat back down in opposite chairs. Stiles leans over Erica's shoulder to view her laptop as she tries to find the report. A few moments passed and the door to the library opened to see Jackson walk in. His complexion was sweaty and pale, like he just saw a ghost and water dripping down his face. He sat back down in his chair as I heard the chair creek with his weight.

"Look at the dates," I heard Stiles say, making my eyes connect with his face, which was staring at Erica's laptop screen.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death is 9:25 p.m., June 14, 1995," Erica states, reading the information from the report.