𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Innocence

While Mr. Harris writes notes on the chalkboard, Scott leans over to Stiles and me before speaking in a hushed whisper. "But why would Derek pick Isaac?"

"Didn't Peter tell us that if the bite doesn't turn you it'll kill you?" I ask Stiles.

He nods. "Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?"

"Not if they have solid evidence. Or... a witness." Stiles says, looking around the room. "Where the hell's Jackson?"

Scott shakes his head as I shrug.

Stiles spins around. "Danny. Where's Jackson?"

"In the Principal's Office talking to your dad."

"What? Why?" Stiles asks, spazzing a little.

"Maybe because he lives right across the street from Isaac." Danny says before he continues writing in his notebook.

Stiles turns to face us again.

"Well, there's our witness." I say.

"We need to get to the Principal's Office."

Scott shrugs. "But how?"

I watch as Stiles glances toward Mr. Harris before ripping out a piece of paper from his notebook.

"Wait, wait. No, Stiles." I whisper.

"Wes, relax. Listen, when I throw this you point to me, I point to Scott, and Scott points to you."

I sigh but nod.

"Everyone please turn to page 73." Mr. Harris requests, but before he turns around, Stiles throws the crumpled piece of paper at the back of his head. People begin laughing as he quickly spins around.

"Who in the hell did that?"

Dumbfounded, I raise my finger to point at Stiles, following the plan.

"The three of you to the principal's office, now." He commands, with a stern yet emotionless tone.

I quickly pick up my backpack, stagger off of the stool, and follow Scott and Stiles to the office.

I sit to the right of Scott in one of the chairs outside the Principal's Office and peer through the window, trying to listen to the conversation happening behind the closed door.

"How often have you witnessed them fighting?" Stilinski questioned Jackson.

"All the time. You think Isaac got that black eye from lacrosse?"

"Wait, so you're telling me you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?"

"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him."

"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?"

"Nope. It's not my problem."

There's a pause before Noah responds. "No, no. Of course not. Funny how the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."

"Yeah...wait--what?"

"I think we're done here."

Stilinski steps out causing Stiles to quickly grab a magazine and 'hide' his face with it.

Stilinski rolls his eyes, ignoring him, before greeting Scott and I. "Hey there, Scott. Wesley."

I give him a tight-lipped smile as Scott waves at him. Noah gives Stiles one last look before walking away, clearly not wanting to deal with him right now.