The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Thirty ꕥ

Stiles had dragged me down the hallway to find Lydia and ask her about Jackson. I had told him numerous times that she wasn't going to tell him. She wouldn't even tell me, and I had tried several times to get her to tell me. I was nosey. 

"Lydia!" Stiles called when he spotted her red hair bouncing through the crowd. 

My sister turned and looked at me with a confused glare. She was clearly on a mission to get somewhere. 

"Yes?" She asked, giving Stiles a strained smile. 

"We wanted to ask you something." Stiles started and I cut in, "He wanted to ask you something." 

Stiles rolled his eye and stepped in front of me, "Fine I wanted to ask you what happened to Jackson's parents." 

Lydia's confident steps falter for a moment, "I'm not supposed to tell anyone." She says, straightening up and walking down the hallway. 

"Come on, anyone who ever says 'I'm not supposed to tell anyone' is always dying to tell someone, so tell us!" Stiles cries, rushing after her. 

Lydia tilts her head, "Why do you wanna know?" 

"I can't tell you that." 

"Then I'm not telling you." Lydia purses her lips and keeps walking. I fight back a smile when I realize she is quickening her pace, trying to get away from Stiles. 

"But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?" Stiles asks and I raise my eyebrow, not sure what he was trying to say. 

Lydia stops as well and looks at me, mirroring my confused expression, "Was that a question?" 

"It felt like a question." I nod, trying to support Stiles. 

"Well," Lydia turns towards Stiles and gives him a sarcastic smile, "Tell me if this feels like an answer. No." She turns on her high heels and hurries down the hallway at a speed I wasn't sure I could match in those shoes. 

"Lydia! Lydia, come on!" Stiles called, rushing after her. "Ly - wait!" A familiar blond headed girl pops out of nowhere and shoves Stiles into the locker, yanking his hand away from mine, "Ow!" He calls, "Ah, ah, hey, Erica." 

The small werewolf had her claws digging dangerously far into Stiles's chest and I jumped forward to pull her away but hesitated, remembering all the new cameras they put in. 

"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" She asked, leaning closer to Stiles despite me standing right next to her. 

"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" I snap and she glanced at one of the new cameras, a scowl on her face. She groans under her breath and retracts her claws, taking a step away from Stiles. 

"Yeah that's right." Stiles smugly says, "You wanna play Cat woman, I'll play Batman." 

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here." Erica shrugs, ignoring Stiles's comment, "In Beacon Hills cemetery." 

"Do you know how they died?" Stiles asks, stepping away form the lockers he had been slammed into. 

"Maybe." Erica shrugged nonchalantly, "If you tell me why you're so interested." 

Stiles falters and struggles to even mumble out a quiet, "Uum.." He glances at me and I shrug. We can't tell her that we know Jackson is the kanima because she would go to Derek right away.  

"It's him, isn't it?" Erica jumps to the conclusion on her own. 

"What? Who?" Stiles cringes, "Him who?"