Hidden Under the Moon [Stiles Stilinski]

Arguments & Theories

Chapter 46

Jackson and Scott continued to throw each other around the locker room. I stuck to Allison's side as I shielded her from anything that decided to come our way. My cheek was oddly still hurting and a part of me was wondering that maybe it was because at school I try so hard to be human that my mind is pushing my wolf so deep down that my injuries are showing. I couldn't complain if that was, it only allows me to play the part, but Allison continued to glance at my injured cheek, confused by it all.

"Why aren't you healing," she asked in a whisper.

I didn't look at her as I followed the boys with my eyes, "I don't know, why? Does it look bad?"

"It just looks really red and puffy," she answered.

Before I could answer her, Scott was shoved out of the locker room and out onto the hallway. Allison and I followed after them as we see Stiles and Erica separating the two. We both stood by the door as Mr. Harris came into the scene clearly not happy with what is happening.

"What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson!" he exclaimed, as Scott and Jackson both attempted to go at once more but he didn't allow and stood between them, "Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski!"

I still held onto my warm cheek as other students continued to gather around us. To my disappointment, Matt came as well. I noticed him looking at my held cheek, clearly not happy about my injury. I tried not to look at him as I looked at the scene before us. I could hear him moving around me before he handed me Allison's tablet.

"You dropped this," Matt announced as he extended the device to me.

I look down and took it from him, revealing my injured cheek, "Oh, uh, thanks."

"You and you," Mr. Harris announced, pointing at Scott and Jackson before he made the ultimate decision to point at those nearest to him, "Actually, all of your detention. 3 o'clock."

I mentally groaned as Stiles finally looked at me. Rushing over to me once he saw the now pink spot on my face. It was finally healing but doing it very slowly compared to my usual healing speed. He took a hold of my face, asking the question in his mind with his worried eyes. I gave him a shrug, trying to avoid another fight.

"Did Jackson do this to you?" he asked out loud, trying to get an actual answer.

"Stiles," I sighed, "I'm fine. I might have just provoked him a bit, nothing really happened."

Stiles grew angry, but before he could rush over to the now retreating Jackson, I took a hold of his wrist to keep him by me. He looked angry, but didn't do anything but stand close to me. Erica was looking at us, but quickly looked away when I turned to look at her. It was fast but I think I saw a pained look on her face before it turned to anger. Scott stood alone as Allison stuck to my side. Unlike Stiles and I, they had to stay at a distance. It pains me to see them like this, but it was their decision.

"Come on," I spoke up, "Free period is about to end. We should start heading to our lockers."

"I'll see you at detention," Stiles nodded.

"Keep an eye on Scott for me?" I asked, knowing Allison would appreciate the notion.

Stiles simply nodded and kissed my forehead.

With that, Allison followed me toward our lockers and Stiles began to usher Scott away. As soon as we got far away from them, Allison finally spoke up. I didn't expect the question that she asked, which made me stop us from walking any further. I knew where all the cameras were, after a week of them being put us. So I angled us in an away that the camera wouldn't pick up our conversation.