Kids in the Dark [S.S. Book One]

Nineteen

Allison and I met Scott and Stiles the next day in the library. Allison and Scott have had to sneak around because Allison's grandfather was now the principal and was a hunter and didn't approve of his granddaughter dating a teen wolf. Allison thought for a moment. "If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him."

"Or he doesn't remember," Scott noted.

Stiles thought for a moment. "What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?"

"A fugue state?" Allison questioned, recalling what Lydia had said.

I let out a breath. "He'd have to forget everything. Shifting, the murder--"

"Getting rid of the blood," Allison interrupted, understanding what I was getting at.

Stiles pointed something out that we all knew, but haven't said. "Yeah, he had help with one thing though--the video. And someone else helped him forget."

Scott nodded and added, "Whoever's controlling him."

Allison raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?"

Stiles rolled his eyes and scoffed. "He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing."

"So do we try and convince him he's not?"

Scott gave a small nod. "If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah."

Allison gave a worried look. "Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?"

Stiles smiled with uncertainty, something only a few people can tell. "Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right?"

After school, Stiles took me and Scott to the hospital to meet with Melissa about something. My guess is she wanted to yell at Scott. Why I was there, I wasn't sure. Although, I would never turn away the opportunity to spend time with friends.

Melissa saw Scott and yelled, "Move! It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed."

Scott gave his typical deer-in-the-headlights look. "I missed a chemistry test?"

Melissa groaned inwardly. "Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded."

Scott frowned. "What about work?"

Melissa sighed. "Fine. Other than work. And no TV."

"My TV's broken."

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school."

Just when we thought Scott had outsmarted his mother, she decided, "Then no, uh--no Stiles or Alyssa."

"What--no Stiles or Alyssa?" Stiles exclaimed.

"No Stiles or Alyssa!" Melissa repeated in a loud voice. "And no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give 'em to me! Oh, for the love of God."

Scott begrudgingly handed over his keys. Melissa looked slightly disappointed. "Mom, you want me to--"

"No," Melissa interrupted in a harsh tone.

"Mom, come on, let me just--mom. Mom!" Scott begged as he tried to comfort his mother.

Melissa sighed again and looked at Scott with concern. "What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?"