Teen Wolf: All Grown Up

16. Fractured Pasts, Dim Futures

I was uncertain if Stiles was humouring me when he told me about Jackson's restraining order against him. The shame painted on his expression suggested he was serious. He told me of kidnapping and locking up the teenage killer as we walked the halls of Beacon Hills High. It was something I wouldn't have expected. If I was Jackson, I'd want a restraining order also.

The thin boy was attempting to hide his shame, I knew he felt it. That held back look in his face. Stiles needed to do something, anything, to keep his mind off the position he just put his father in. Stealing a police van, holding a rich teenager hostage and the hostages adopted father is a lawyer. He could try hide the fact from everyone else but I could read most people like books. Especially the buzz cut lunatic a kissed.

When he spotted the stunning Lydia Martin down the hall, I could tell he wanted to ask about something more important than his math homework.

"Do you know how Jackson's parents died?" Stiles questioned incredibly bluntly. Which had both myself and Lydia confused.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone" Lydia responded with a flick of her head facing forward again.

Stiles sped walked forward to Lydia "anyone who's not supposed to tell anyone is just dying to tell someone"

I stayed behind this begging. I don't want any part of this mess, but that doesn't mean I don't want the information. Stiles had to be asking for a reason.

"Why'd you want to know?" Lydia proposed a question of her own, intrigued to hear the answer.

Stiles flailed about like he normally did in response to questions that he can't answer or frustrate him.

"I can't tell you that!" He gasped.

"Then I can't tell you"

I admitted smirked at Lydia's response, just clicking my jaw on minty gum as I trail behind them.

"But you're telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?" Stiles longwindedly phrased as a question to the redhead.

"Was that a question?" Lydia and I responded in unison and then she smiled at me.

Confused himself Stiles admits "It felt like a question" he nervously scratched the back of his head.

"Well tell me if this sounds like an answer" Lydia looks up to the ceiling and tilts her head. "No".

The beautiful redhead struts off leaving the hyperactive spaz to wallow in his defeat. I walked up next to him with my hands in my pocket rather amused at the boys actions. Yet, Stiles continued after Lydia as I'm assuming it was the only lead he has.

It had to have been thirty seconds max before two betas have their claws up against Stiles' and my own chest.

Erica and Issac.

Whilst Erica had Stiles firmly pressed again the wall, Issac wasn't as firm. He looked into my eyes, attempting to get an idea of what I was thinking but wouldn't budge. There's no way he's getting anything out of me.

I mockingly traced the patterns of my axe wounds across Issac giving him a smirk whilst feelings the bumps of all of his muscles. I did have to admit, he was beautiful.

Stiles looked at mine and Issac's encounter and then averted his eyes down to Erica's claws on his chest.

"Why do you want to know about Jackson's parents?" Erica interrogated the boy.

Frustratedly, Stiles pointed out "why you bringing the claws out on camera?" He motions  towards the camera pointed directly at the situation. Both Erica and Issac retracted their claws. "That's right" Stiles continued. "You wanna play cat woman, I'll be your Batman"

"Robin" I intervened, a faint smirk across my face.

Whilst 'Robin' didn't appreciate the comment, Erica quickly noted that they're at Beacon Hills Cemetery. With that Stiles ran after Erica, leaving Issac standing in front of me with out hands still on each other's chest.

"I can smell it dripping off you" Issac piped up finally now that Erica was gone. His light messy curly hair catching my attention as he spoke.

I retracted my hand back to my side. "What're you talking about dog boy?" I raised my right eye brow. "My hair is coconut and my body spray is Gucci".

"Lust" Issac stated plainly. "Sexual attraction. You're into me" he shortened the distant between us. "Your heartbeat is going up, you're handsome aren't you?" He grabbed my chin moving my head about.

I was a little shocked. Issac was into me? He's beautiful but his priorities are messed up.

However he made one big mistake.

Don't touch me without a good reason.

"You are a pretty guy, if you wasn't a murderous dog. How about you get your hands off me before I ask you to pick a hand?"

Issac looked confused. "Pick a hand?"

"Pick a hand and I'll hit you with it." I squared up close to him, foreheads pressed together.

It was an intense moment. Part of him looks like he wanted to have an intimate moment.

He edged in closer. I could feel his breath on my face and he could smell the mint from my gum. I could tell by his nose inhaling sharply, or maybe he enjoyed my scent.

We were about to kiss until I heard Allison's faint yell. With that I ran down the hall, leaving Issac high and dry.

I found Scott and Jackson fighting outside, me, Erica, Stiles, Allison and Matt attempting to break it up.

Next thing I knew. Detention.

I should have just kissed Issac Lahey instead.