Mama Hale

2.4.28

This chapter is literally completely uneventful, but I feel like it's a cute filler. I'll have a much more eventful chapter posted either later tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy!

-Recap-

"What do you mean?" Scott questions.

"Oh god, you've got it all backwards, McCall. When I was with Lydia, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me. What do you think she's gonna do with a set of real claws?" He laughs before shoving between the boys, walking away.

(3rd P.O.V.)

Stiles is sitting behind Scott in Chemistry as the teacher hands out papers. As the teacher passes them, Stiles leans forward to talk to Scott.

"All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right."

"I know." Scott mutters.

"What is the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles presses.

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski." The teacher, Mr. Harris, says. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

"Can you do that?" Stiles dumbly asks.

"Oh, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently." Jackson and Danny are snickering in the back of the classroom. "I'll see you at 3 for detention. You too, Mr. McCall?"

"No, Sir." Scott says, turning to face the front of the room again.

Everyone continues their tests, and Mr. Harris checks his watch before beginning to pack up his belongings. A few students look at him with confused faces until there's a gentle knock at the door. Harris goes to open it, revealing Mrs. Hale.

"Right on time, Mrs. Hale." Harris says and the entire class looks up to see the raven haired teacher.

"Well, of course. You can't be late to meetings and I can't trust half of these students to be alone." Lyrica says and a few people chuckle.

"How right you are." Harris nods, picking up his briefcase. "They're taking a pop quiz right now. Afterwards, they are to sit and quietly do something productive. If they don't have anything to do, they can read their textbooks. Don't be afraid to give out detentions."

"Well I would rather not, seeing as I have detention duty tonight." Lyrica chuckles, taking a seat in the teacher's desk chair.

"Then I apologize, seeing as you're stuck with Mr. Stilinski tonight." Mr Harris makes his way to the door. "Good luck."

(Lyrica's P.O.V.)

As soon as Mr. Harris is gone, I turn to the class, finding everyone looking at me.

"Mr. Harris has meetings for the rest of the day so I'm taking over his classes and all of mine will take place in here." I quickly explain. "Finish your tests and hand them in to me. You may be on your phones when you're done, as long as you're silent."

A few students cheer, and everyone goes back to frantically completing their quizzes. I turn and log onto my laptop, putting grades into the online program, when I suddenly get a whiff of blood.

"Dude... your nose." I hear Danny and I look back, seeing Jackson with a bloody nose. "You okay?"

Jackson stands up and rushes towards my desk while holding his nose.

"Go." I say before he even reaches me, and he nods his head, making his way out of the classroom. As soon as he's gone, I cringe at the smell of decay that followed him.