I follow behind Stiles in the congo line that piles into the library, carrying an ice pack in my hand. Mr. Harris stands in the middle of the room and points towards the first empty table, motioning for Scott, Stiles, Erica, and me to sit. I drop my backpack on the floor to my left before propping my elbow on the table to easily press the ice against my forming black eye, though Jackson and Scott are completely unscathed thanks to their healing abilities. Cheaters.
Harris begins to walk towards the librarian's desk while the others seat themselves at the next table, but Jackson speaks up. "We can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools."
"All of these tools?"
Stiles points between the three of us. "No, just us tools."
"Fine. You three, over there." He quickly steps away as I take a deep breath before picking up my things and sitting at the farthest table from Jackson.
"I'm going to kill him." Scott tells us, glancing at Jackson.
"Not if I do it first." I comment, sitting the ice pack onto the table as I glare at the back of his head.
"Neither of you are killing him, alright? You're going to find out who's controlling him and you're going to help save him."
I don't take my eyes off of Jackson as Scott shakes his head. "No. You were right. Let's kill him."
"Why does this bother you so much?" Stiles asks him, the question catches my attention.
Scott just shakes his head again. "Just because we're not together anymore doesn't mean I'm going to stop caring about her."
I reapply the ice pack I had gotten from the nurse as I lean against the table, gazing at Allison. Her head lifts up and turns to me as she gives a worried smile before her eyes trail to Scott for a moment. They're always going to have a bond and I'm learning to be okay with that. I mean they were each other's first real relationship whether I like it or not and also two of the most important people in my life. Scott tries to hide it but I know the break up hurt him more than he lets on. I guess with the Kanima and Derek turning teens left and right, he has something to distract himself, but sometimes his pain comes out.
"Erica knows something." Stiles blurts out, trying to change the subject.
"About what?"
"About Jackson's birth parents. She said that they're buried at the cemetery up the street and I'm pretty sure she knows how they ended up there too."
Scott nods. "Alright, but we still need to figure out who's controlling Jackson."
I slightly graze two fingers against my right eye, making me wince as I make contact with the swelling skin while Stiles verbalizes another thought. "Hey. What if it's Matt? This whole thing comes back to the video, right?"
Scott lifts his head up from his crossed arms, shaking his head. "Danny said that Matt was the one who figured out there were two hours of footage missing."
"Exactly!" He's trying to throw suspicion off himself."
"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?" Scott whispers, finding it hard to believe, and to be honest so did I.
"Yes!"
"Why?"
Stiles looks at us blankly for a moment, trying to come up with a good reason. "Because... he's evil."
I can't help but scoff. "I mean I don't like him because he has an obvious crush on Allison but that doesn't mean he's evil, dude."
"The guy bugs me. I don't know what it is." Stiles' nose scrunches as he leans back into the seat. "Just look at his face."

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FanfictionWesley Walker always thought that he and his best friends, Scott and Stiles, would be nobodies forever and he was oddly okay with that, but what happens when Scott gets bitten by a werewolf, thrusting Wes into popularity and a world of supernatural...