Ep 9・❥・ wolfsbane

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"Faster?" Scott asked, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white.

"Much faster," Selene replied from the passenger seat, glancing at the rearview mirror to her side. "She's literally right behind us."

Without hesitation, Scott shifted gears and stepping down on the gas pedal. The engine roared as they took a sharp U turn, sending Stiles and Harper crashing into each other, barely held in place by their seatbelts. Despite their ever increasing speed, the Argent was still right behind them not once lagging behind.

Stiles whipped his head around, eyes wide as he saw that the car was still dangerously close behind them. "Scott, I don't think you understand how a car chase works!" He yelled, facing forward to look at his best friend.

"If I go any faster, we're dead!" Scott snapped, still wrestling with the wheel, his nerves clearly at an all time high.

"And if you don't, she's gonna kill us!" Harper shouted from the back. "I'd rather not die at the hands of an Argent, thank you very much."

Scott's jaw clenched, his hesitation clear. After a brief pause, he made his choice, shifting gears once more and slamming his foot harder on the gas. The car lurched forward, somehow managing to speed down the road quicker.

Harper clung to the door handle, trying to keep her self steady as a rush of wind poured through the open window beside Stiles, whipping her hair into a frenzy.

Harper threw a look his way, yelling over the wind, "Why is your window open?" She questioned, eyeing him whilst he fumbled with the buttons, clearly struggling.

"I don't know how Derek's car works! There are too many buttons, like seriously what car needs this many buttons!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air with a huff.

"Guys..." Selene's voice cut through the chaos, a note of uncertainty in it. "I think she's gone?"

Scott frowned, obviously in disbelief. He risked a glance over his shoulder, his frantic glances were quick, but still full of doubt as if he couldn't and wouldn't expect what he was seeing. She was gone.

"What?" Stiles yelled back, his face contorted as he once again fought with the controls. The howling wind made hearing anything almost impossible.

"I said, she's gone!" Selene repeated, a little louder this time as she spun around in her seat to look at Stiles, who looked at through narrow eyes.

Still oblivious, he shook his head, pointing at his ears he yelled, "I can't hear—"

"Move." Harper rolled her eyes, her patience with the Stilinski boy finally snapping. She unbuckled her seatbelt in one smooth motion, sliding closer to Stiles. Their legs bumped, and he stiffened. Her arm brushed against his chest as she leaned over him, her fingers quickly finding the right button to roll up the window.

The glass closed with a mechanical hum, shutting out the wind. They both froze for a split second, still close, too close. Harper's hair tickled Stiles' cheek, and for a heartbeat, neither of them moved.

Stiles swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Uh... thanks?"

Harper quickly backed up, her cheeks flushing pink as she scrambled to fasten her seatbelt again. "Yeah, well... someone had to do it."

The air between them was charged now, the adrenaline from the chase mixing with something else—something neither of them was quite ready to acknowledge. But the moment hung there, unspoken.

"Okay, well, uh..." Stiles fumbled for words, his face hot. He glanced at Harper, but she was looking pointedly out the window now, avoiding his gaze. She hoped that her silence was a message that she wanted to forget what awkward, strange thing just happened.

Stiles cleared his throat, shifting in his seat before pulling out his walkie talkie from his jacket, changing the channel before it gave out a beep. "All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works."

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The four of them arrived as fast as they could, the car screeching to a halt at the end of a narrow alley. Scott slammed on the brakes, the vehicle jolted to a stop.

"Get it!" Selene yelled as Harper quickly opened her door and scooted over to the middle seat, making room for Selene to squeeze in next to her. Leaving her with the worst seat in the history of any seat's ever made, but it was a necessary evil.

She spotted Allison's father perched at the top of a rusty metal structure, replacing his crossbow with a gun as Derek sprinted towards them, gunfire ringing out as bullets ricocheted in his direction. He dove into the front passenger seat, barely getting the door shut before Scott floored the gas again. The tires squealed as they took off.

"What part of lying low don't you understand!" Scott scolded, looking over at the Hale for a second before gluing his eyes back onto the road.

Derek shook his head, slamming his fists into the dashboard. "Dammit! I had him!"

Selene and Harper shared the same worried look, knowing they were both thinking the same thing. "The alpha?" Harper questioned.

Derek always claimed he was close to finding the alpha but something about his frustration wasn't his usual anger he always carried, it was a thousand times more intense and read. Harper didn't know whether she should've been happy about the fact they were only getting closer to finding the alpha or absolutely terrified.

Right now it was a bit of both.

"Yes!" Derek answered, shaking his head slightly. "He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up."

Stiles sat up, poking his head through the two seats up front. "Hey, they're just doing their jobs..." He added in an attempt to defend his father. Derek shot him an angry glare, a warning for him to stop talking. Stiles coward back, sitting back in his seat. "Okay..." He muttered under his breath with a huff.

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." Derek turned his irritability towards Scott.

"Can we seriously get past that?" The McCall boy snapped back. "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

Selene, shot Scott a look. Harper knew she was trying to hide her true emotions towards the situation. Derek and her also hadn't had the chance to talk to each other, you know with him being a wanted criminal and all. It was definitely effecting Selene, Harper could see it clear as day.

Selene took a deep breath, sitting up and scooting forward. "Okay, okay. Enough," She sighed, trying to ease the high tension that was bubbling. "Screaming at each other isn't going to do anything. Not right now."

Stiles was eager to throw his questions towards Derek, so much so he lurched  forward the second Selene leaned back into her seat. "How did you find him?" He asked, resting his hand on the back of Derek's seat.

The Hale clenched his jaw, his eyes trained to the window in front of him, biting his tongue at the question Stiles had asked.

Scott pressed his lips into a thin line, looking at Derek for a moment until his eyes drifted back to the road. "Can you guys try to trust us for at least half a second."

"Yeah. Both of us." Stiles chimed in confidently, but his act seemed to drop rather quickly as Derek gave him his usual menacing, cold glare. "Or just him. I'll be back here." He muttered, slumping back into his seat.

Derek contemplated for a moment before taking a deep breath and just going for it. "Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy names Harris."

Harper shot up. "As in, Mr Harris?" She blinked her tone only intensifying as she questioned Derek again. "As in our chemistry teacher?"

Scott frowned. "Why him? What's he got to do with it?"

"I don't know yet." Derek replied.

Selene's eyebrows knitted together. "Okay...so what's the second?"

The Hale pulled something out of pant pocket. He began unfolding a piece of paper the sound of paper crinkling was the only sound, since everyone else was holding their breath in anticipation. "Some kind of symbol." He said as he held out a drawing.

Harper couldn't get a good look at it since everyone had leaned to see it but could make out the fact there was creature that resembled a werewolf in the middle of the drawing.

Scott looked over, his face washing over with reluctance. Derek seemed to pick up on it instantly. "What? You know what this is?" He questioned, pushing the image closer to him.

"I have seen it on a necklace." He started, full of hesitation.

Everyone stared at him, waiting.

"Allison's necklace."

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It was Harpers first time going back to school in a while. All the teachers so far had made some snide remark or a comment they deemed as funny at how horrible her attendance was. If only they knew why that was.

She and Lydia had a lot of the same classes which Harper was incredibly thankful for. The Martin girl was one of the only people she knew she could rely on. Harper thought things might've been different since the night at the school, that maybe Lydia would look at her differently or ask questions but surprisingly, she didn't say anything.  She had barely mentioned it.

Nevertheless, Harper had made it to lunch and that was something she was proud of. She should've known to not celebrate too soon. Whilst walking down the hallway, she either zoned out, or was generally not paying attention because out of nowhere she found herself crashing into someone, the sound of books clattering to the ground filling her with shame and embarrassment.

Harper looked up at who she had knocked into. He was tall, with loose honey brown curls. She had never seen him before. She shook her head, pulling herself together.

"I am so sorry." She apologised earnestly as she knelt down in front of the boy helping him collect his books and various loose sheets she had also dropped. "I wasn't paying attention, I'm honestly so sorry."

He smiled once they stood up and gathered everything. "No, no don't apologise it was totally my fault." The boy waved a dismissive hand, brushing it off completely. "Let's have a redo, I'm Issac." He introduced warmly.

"I'm Harper." She nodded, her lips twisting into a polite smile just as bright as his.

Issac chuckled, looking down for a moment before looking back at her. He was about to open his mouth to say something more when the sound of frantic footsteps and a door slamming made them both turn their heads. Of course, it would be none other than Scott and Stiles speeding down the hall. It was just her luck.

Stiles' look of concern turned to something unreadable when he saw Harper standing beside Isaac. His gaze flicked between them, a strange expression flashing across his face.

Then, snapping back to the moment, he stepped forward, almost placing a hand on her shoulder before pulling back, deciding against it, probably rewinding all the times Harper had berated him with threats or shoved him off of her.

"Harper, you're back! That's—uh—great, it's good to see you, but I need to talk to you," Stiles stammered, his eyes darting from her to Isaac.

Harper glanced apologetically at Isaac, who seemed to understand and gave her a hopeful smile. "I'll see you around, Harper?"

She returned his smile. "Yeah. Of course."

With that, she followed Stiles down the hall, joining Scott, who looked visibly anxious. She waited, glancing between the two of them, but neither spoke up. Finally, she let out a sigh. "Can someone tell me what's going on?"

Scott and Stiles exchanged nervous glances, fidgeting under her gaze. When no one said anything, she them with a hard stare. "What happened?" She repeated, causing Scott to break.

"Jackson knows." The words came out in a rush. "I have no clue how, but he knows."

Harper's stomach twisted. A million questions battling for her attention. How could he have found out? They barely even spent time together, definitely not enough for him to find something like that out. Unless Scott wasn't being careful, which was probably the more likely reason.

She forced herself to stay calm. "Did he actually say it? Like, did he say, 'I know you're a werewolf,' or was it just hints?"

Scott shook his head, scanning the hallway to make sure no one was within earshot. "No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly."

Stiles jumped in. "Maybe it's not as bad as we think. He doesn't have proof, right? And even if he told someone, who'd believe him?"

Harper raised an eyebrow. "Hello? Maybe Allison's dad? Chris Argent?"

Stiles' face fell. "Okay, yeah, no, it's bad." He sighed, pressing his lips into a thin line. "Where's Derek?"

"He's lying low, like we told him to," Harper replied, tilting her head. "Why?"

Stiles' expression brightened with a spark of determination. "I have an idea. It's gonna take some time and finesse, though."

Scott groaned. "We've got the game tonight. It's quarterfinals, and it's your first time playing."

Harper's eyebrows shot up. "Wait—you're playing?" Despite herself, a small smile spread across her face, glad that she had any reason to not write this entire day off as a complete disaster.

Stiles grinned, his chest puffing with pride. "Yup, first line."

Harper shook her head at his enthusiasm, the smile still painted on her lips. "Alright, I'll let you guys figure this out. But Scott," she called over her shoulder as she headed to her next class, "get that necklace."

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Harper's eyes scanned the packed lunch hall as she searched for Lydia's table but when she finally spotted it she found herself hesitating. She wasn't really in the mood to be around people. She didn't have the energy for it. So, she grabbed her juice box about to head out and enjoy her alone time when she heard someone call after her.

"Harper!" She looked over her shoulder to see Scott waving her over. Harper was reluctant at first, debating whether or not she should just completely ignore the McCall boy and leave anyway or just sit down. With a sigh, she decided she was going to be a decent person.

Harper walked over sliding into on of the seats opposite Scott, not long before Stiles also rushed over sitting right beside his best friend. At first he seemed to almost freeze but then quickly snapped himself out of it.

"Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles asked, not bothering with any greetings before prying information out of Scott.

"Not exactly." Scott muttered, already sounding fed up.

Harper stabbed the straw through her juice before looking up at the McCall boy. "What happened?" She questioned almost cautiously.

"She told me not to talk to her. At all."

Stiles took a ridiculously huge bite of his chicken before turning to Scott "So she's not giving you the–"

"She's not giving me the necklace." Scott snapped. Harper shrunk in her seat, sipping on her juice box awkwardly. This was definitely a Scott and Stiles problem and she had no interest in intervening it.

"Okay well, did you find anything else out?" Stiles asked finally speaking when his mouth wasn't stuffed with food.

"Just that I know nothing about girls." Scott answered causing Harper to almost choke on her juice. That wasn't a new discovery to anyone but him.

Harper cleared her throat. "I have a plan on how you're going to get that necklace." Stiles and Scott paused, waiting for her to continue. "Just steal it."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "That was my plan b" He muttered under his breath before stuffing another chicken strip in his mouth.

"Should've been your plan A." Harper shot back with a shrug.

"Couldn't we at least try getting to Harris?" Scott asked, turning to the Stilinski boy.

"My dad put him on a 24 hour protective detail. The necklace is all we got. Steal it. Thank you." Stiles replied as he struggled to screw the lid of his water bottle off, growing increasingly annoyed.

Harper smoothed her hands over her skirt and when she looked back up she noticed Scott acting stranger than usual. His brows were cinched together as he glared at something behind her.

Harper glanced over her shoulder to see Jackson staring back at her. She quickly turned back around, eyes widening slightly. "Act normal." She hissed. "Jackson is watching us."

Stiles slumped, crossing his arms. Harper rolled her eyes, she was pretty sure it was impossible for him to be normal. Harper peeled her eyes away from Stiles when she noticed the fact Scott was wincing. "What's wrong?" She questioned in a hushed tone.

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him." Scott whispered and Harper could feel his anxiety weighing down his every word.

He then turned to Stiles. "Look at me. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend like nothing is happening." Stiles sat there for a moment. In complete silence. Doing the opposite of what Scott had told him to do. "Say something. Talk to me!"

Stiles waved his arms around over his head frantically. "I can't think of anything. My mind's a complete blank."

"Your mind's blank? You can't think of something to say?" Scott interrogated sarcastically in a harsh tone, whilst still keeping it somewhat low and incredibly annoyed.

"Not under this kind of pressure!" Stiles snapped back.

Harper took the opportunity to look over at Jackson once more but when she looked over he was gone. Her brows furrowed as she tried to scan the busy hall for the Whittemore boy. When she couldn't find him she turned back to the rest of the group. "Guys, Jackson's not there."

Scott shook his head as he scanned the cafeteria. "Where the hell is he." He murmured to him before his eyes fell to his tray. His face moulded into one of fury as he gripped onto his water bottle the plastic crunching from how hard he was squeezing it.

Harper and Stiles shared worried looks before the buzzcut boy leaned in whispering words of advice to his friend. "Scott, you can't let him do this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?"

"You have to ignore him Scott." Harper nodded in agreement.

Scott didn't even seem to hear them. His hands trembled as he grabbed his lunch tray and whatever Jackson was saying was only making the McCall boy grow angrier by the second.

The sound of glass clanging together rung out through the cafeteria. Scott had snapped his tray in half. Everyone's eyes fell to their table and it would have been silent if it wasn't for the hushed sound of whispers and murmurs. Harper gnawed at the inside of her cheek feeling overwhelmed by the all eyes, but that was instantly forgotten when she saw Jackson's stupid smirking face.

He was the definition of an asshole.

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A/n

I don't know guys I don't really like this chapter I wrote it in my writing slump and have been sitting on it for a while trying to fix it but I just can't put my finger on what I don't like about it.

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