Fighter | Book 2

3.17 Silverfinger

I got up for school, got dressed, and went downstairs. Stiles texted me, and I was going to meet him and Scott in the chemistry room at school about the chalk or something. Yeah he said something about chalk, which I will not understand until they explain it to me.

I let out a sigh, as I drove over to the school and met them in the chemistry room. I quickly met them in there, shutting the door behind me.

"So then she starts talking about phosphors and the key having chemicals, right? And so that made me think of the chemistry closet and the fact that someone had to let Barrow in..." Stiles said, looking up at the board that had nothing on it.

"Didn't you tell me there was something on the board Stiles?" I ask confused.

"It's gone. Okay. It doesn't matter though. It doesn't matter. I've still got the key. What the hell? I had it... I had it here. I had it here this morning. I swear to God, I had it this morning." Stiles exclaimed.

"The key you were talking about last night?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, I showed it to you, right? Didn't I show it to you?" Stiles said, "Either of you?"

"No, you just told me about it. I never actually saw it." Scott said.

"You didn't show it to me either." I add.

"I was here a couple of hours ago. And the message left to Barrow spelling Kira's name was right there on the board and I wrote it." Stiles sighed.

"So you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in it from the cops?" Scott asked confused.

"Your insane." I add.

"I know how it sounds, but look at this." Stiles mumbled, pulling out his phone.

"Oh, you know how it sounds?" I say, "That you should be at home sleeping, because that's exactly what you need."

"She's got a point." Scott added.

"Both of you... shut up and listen to me!" Stiles exclaimed. "This is the news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him. Okay? About the shrapnel bomb he used. See this? See what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws. And then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?"

"Coach." I say.

"The joke we played on Coach. That was my idea. You remember? That was my idea. That's no coincidence. It can't be." Stiles said.

"I don't want to sound like I'm trying to tell you that you're wrong." Scott said.

"But we don't think that you are trying to kill people." I conclude.

"It was here. It was all here." Stiles mumbled.

"Are you feeling okay? You're looking really tired." I say worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just haven't been sleeping well really." Stiles mumbled.

"Why don't you go home? Take a sick day or something?" Scott suggested.

"I can't. It's okay. Really." Stiles said. Scott let out a sigh.

"Well, if anything happens text me." Scott said, before walking out of the classroom.

"You believe me, don't you?" Stiles said.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You wouldn't of stayed here if you wanted to talk about what I said." Stiles mumbled.