Secrets in the Hunt (Book 2)

Detention

I frown as we all walk into the library for detention. Definitely not where I want to spend my afternoon. I start to walk towards the table that Stiles and Scott plopped down at, but Harris quickly directs me to the other table with Allison, Jackson and random kid. I huff at him, but go ahead and sit where he told me to. Right next to Jackson.
    "Oh, uh - we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson says as he glance over at Scott and Stiles' table.
    "All of these tools?" Harris asks in disbelief.
    "No, just us tools." Stiles says, gesturing between Scott and himself.
    "Fine. You two, over there." Harris says, pointing to an empty table a little away from everyone else. I groan and drop my head onto the table, already dreading the remainder of detention.
    "Kanima." Random kid says out of nowhere. I sit straight up and narrow my eyes as I look at him. He glances at me before he puts his table down and takes a bag of chips out of his backpack.
    "What's your name again?" I ask, ignoring Allison kicking me underneath the table.
    "Matt Daehler." He says, raising an eyebrow at me. "We have a couple classes together." He says and I purse my lips before nodding.
    "Yeah. Oops." I say, faking a laugh before looking over at the bookshelves. He's hiding something, and I'm gonna find out what it is. Jackson groaning softly catches my attention and I whirl back around, looking at him as he holds his head in pain.
    "You okay?" Matt asks. Jackson just groans again and grabs his backpack before standing up.
    "I have to go to the bathroom." He says, walking towards the door, still holding his head in his hand.
    "Are you all right?" Harris asks, glancing up from the desk. He frowns, and stands. "Hey, you don't look so good." He says.
    "I just need to get some water." Jackson says before rushing out. Harris walks from behind the desk and glares at the rest of us.
    "No one leaves their seats." He says before turning and following after Jackson. The second the door is shut, Stiles and Scott jump up and rush over to Erica's table. I frown, but grin when Stiles turns and gestures me towards them. I rush over and plop into the seat across from Stiles.
    "Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott blurts out and my eyes widen.
    "They're dead!" I whisper yell, looking at Stiles who winces before nodding.
    "Maybe." Erica says with a smirk.
    "Talk." I say, glaring at her. She glares back at me before glancing at Stiles and sighing.
    "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18." She explains and Stiles frowns.
    "So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" He asks and Erica smirks.
    "Yep." She says, her attention completely on Stiles.
    "There's something so deeply wrong with that." Stiles complains and I nod in agreement.
    "If I turn 18, all I get is a fake FBI badge." I grumble, shrugging at the shocked looks from Scott and Stiles. "I think it's clear by now that there is no guarantee that I'm making it to 18, guys. Come on." I say.
    "I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything." Erica says, flipping open her laptop and, thankfully, changing the conversation.
    "Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." Mrs. Argent's voice booms over the speaker. I look at Scott, worried, but he just shrugs before walking out of the library. Erica types on her laptop for a few minutes before nodding.
    "Whoa, look at the dates." Stiles mutters, pointing at the screen. I jump up and stand behind the two, looking at the screen and not really understanding.
    "'Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death - 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995.'" Erica reads off the screen and Stiles frowns.
    "Jackson's birthday is June 15th." He says and my jaw drops. What the hell. The door opens, and Harris walks back in, Jackson behind him. Harris immediately goes to his bag and starts packing up, so I sneak back to my original seat, hoping he didn't notice me and decide to give me another detention. Everyone else starts to stand up and Harris looks around with a smirk.
    "Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re - shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening." He instructs and I groan. He looks at me and narrows his eyes. "And since you decided to move and sit by Mr. Stilinski when I left the room, you are not allowed to shelve in the same row as him, Ms. Johnson. There are security cameras in here and if I find out you didn't listen this time, you'll have detention with me again. For a week." He threatens. I huff, but grab a cart of books and walk over to an aisle by myself. Almost ten minutes go by in deafening silence. The only sound the squeaky cart and the thud of shoving books into their place. Every time I grab a book that goes in the aisle that I know Stiles is in, I set it back down. I do not want to risk an entire week of detention with Harris. I gasp as a figure runs on the shelf above me, knocking books down on top of me. I start to reach into my boot, but I feel something similar to a papercut on the back of my neck and I quickly fall to the ground.
    "Erica!" Scott yells. I blink up at the ceiling lights, freaking out and unable to talk with the panic bubbling in my chest. I wince as it sounds like someone is dragging their nails (or claws) on the chalkboard. The shattering sound of glass echoes throughout the room and I will my feet to move. Or my hands. Anything.
    "Stiles." I manage to call out, trying not to panic when he doesn't come near me.
    "Tori!" He calls back and I let out a shaky breath.
    "Are you okay?" I ask.
    "Yeah, but I think Erica's having a seizure." He calls back. I frown, letting out a sigh of relief when I see Allison stand over me.
    "Guys, Tori's paralyzed." She calls and I hear Stiles freak out for a second before all of a sudden I'm lifted slightly so that I'm sat up against a bookshelf.
    "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did-" Stiles starts to ramble but I cut him off.
    "If I wasn't paralyzed right now, I would kiss you." I tease, and he grins widely. "I'm fine, Stiles. You need to help Scott to help Erica." I say and he frowns.
    "No, I need to stay with you." He says.
    "Stiles, you can't. Save Erica." I say and he frowns before nodding and kissing my cheek and jumping up, running off to where I assume Erica is. Allison crouches next to me and frowns.
    "I have to call an ambulance for Matt. If you're still paralyzed when they get here, you're gonna have to go to the hospital." She says and I groan.
    "Can't you like, hide me in a supply closet or something until after the medics leave? Then hopefully, I'll be okay enough to get to your car." I suggest. She frowns, but is able to pick me up enough so that she can drag me into the supply closet in the library.
    "I'll be back, Tori, don't worry." She says before shutting the closet door. Oddly enough, not the worst detention I've ever had. 
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Hi again. The next chapter is going to have some more Stori and it'll have a little fluff and I am so excited. Don't forget to comment and vote!

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