My Anchor || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 21: Shape-Shifted (part 2)

"Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete." The three of us were sitting in Grandpa Argents office. Our new principles office... Great. "Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse." Scott and I had to suppress a laugh at that. Lacrosse isn't even on his school records... That's bad.

"Oh, actually I'm already-" Stiles started, only to get cut off by Grandpa Argent.

"Hold on. McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter." Scott's big brown eyes turned to the size of plates. Oh no... Here comes the panic.

"We were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other - At all." I glared at Scott from across the room, way to be secretive Honestly, I don't know how he hasn't told everyone that he's a werewolf yet.

"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." Gerard laughed.

"I'm about to." I whispered under my breath.

"I'm sorry Miss. Hale?" I looked up. "What was that?" I just stared at him, silent. before mumbling 'nothing'. He nodded and turned his attention back to Scott. "I heard it was a bit of a hard breakup." Scott nodded and looked. "Well, I think that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me." Scott huffed a half laugh at this, struggling to keep up this act, his heart was beating 100 miles an hour. "Now, let's get back to this. Miss Alexis Hale. Star athlete, excelling once again in Lacrosse. Academically not fabulous but you sure do make up for that in the sports department, don't you?" He laughs. "Amazing, state titles in swimming, running, lacrosse, basketball, long jump and high jump." Must admit, I was pretty proud of those accomplishments, however I wouldn't have those titles if I wasn't a werewolf. Plus, this guy knows me and he hates me. I mean, I hate him too, no doubt about it but he knows about me, I'm not sure if he knows about Scott yet, if he doesn't, there's no way he's finding out. Not if I have anything to say about it. "Listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Heh, is that so?" Stiles mused, making me turn my glare towards him which caused him to, in return give me a 'what did I do?' look. I just rolled my eyes at my friends antics.

"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention." All of our stares fell upon Stiles. Now, don't do judging me! I've had my fair amount of time in detention plus... I had to try and talk to Derek and stop him. No one else is ballsy enough to do that except for me. Sorry Stiles. "Okay, that sorts it. Mr. Stilinski, you will do an after school detention with Mr. Harris today. Thank you kids, boys you can go. Miss Hale, I'd like to speak with for a bit longer." The boys stopped in the door and I sat back down. "Off you go." They reluctantly left and Stiles shut the door behind him.

"So what's up, Principle Argent?" I asked, still acting like I didn't know who he really was. A brutal murderous monster.

"Enough theatricals, Miss. Hale." He responded, suddenly not as friendly as before. I sat up straighter and drew in a breath, then released it in a sigh, a glare finding it's way onto my face. "I just wanted to tell you to stay out of my way. No one has to get caught in the crossfire this time."

"I saw what you did last night." His eyes darkened and he sat back in his chair. "To that Omega. He was innocent. He wasn't even from here, what the hell did he do to deserve to be cut. In. Half? Huh?" I said the last part very slowly, quietly, leaning forward in my chair slightly.

"It's not what he did do. It's what he would've done." He responded swiftly.

"You're going to condemn people to death because of something they might do one day." I was getting louder by this point, yet not loud enough so that no one outside the office will hear me.