Chapter Fifteen

Speeding. We are currently speeding.

This wasn't really part of our plan. Derek wasn't supposed to get caught. Currently, right now, I'm driving Derek's car as fast as I can, to get away from the Argent's. Now that Derek has a big fat red target on his back, it's almost impossible to keep Derek hidden. Especially when he's the most wanted man in Beacon Hills at the moment, thanks to someone we know.

My hands grip the wheel nervously. I've never sped before, ever, especially through town. It's an epic car race, don't get me wrong. Right now; the Argent's think we're Derek. But, Derek's actually on foot, running as fast as he can from the police and somehow we're supposed to meet up with him somewhere.

It's been a few days since I've been out and now I'm out here in this scheme. At least we had the police scanner to keep us updated on the other side.

"Faster?" I asked the boys nervously.

"Much faster!" Stiles speaks in the back. I stepped on the gas pedal, racing it down the city, towards that general direction so we can try and pick Derek up. Derek only trusted me driving his baby, but to be honest, I don't trust myself driving his car. "Hey, Faya, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here."

"If I go faster, I'll kill us," I snapped defensively.

"Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Stiles pointed behind him. I went straight, however, the Argent's vehicle went left. "They're gone."

Stiles then turns on the police scanner. "All units, suspect heading into the Ironworks." Sheriff Stilinski announced on the police scanner. I sighed and began to increase the speed of the car, heading towards the ironworks.

Within a few minutes with my fast driving skills, I had made it to the ironworks. I spotted Derek who was getting shot at by the Argents, clearly. Scott had opened up his door and scrambled into the back next to Stiles.

"Derek, come on!" I yelled, trying to gain his attention. He finally noticed us and sprinted towards us. He jumped in without getting hurt and slammed his car door shut. I sped off, heading in no general direction, just down the long dark road where no one was following us.

"What part of staying low do you not understand?!" Scott exclaimed to Derek in the back.

"Damn it, I had him!" Derek slams his fist on the dashboard in front of him.

"Who, the Alpha?" Stiles questioned.

"Yes!" Derek exclaimed again. I tried to keep focused on the road ahead of me. "He was right in front of me, and then the freaking police showed up."

"Oh, hey," Stiles leant forward in the middle. "They're just doing their jobs..." Derek sent him a death glare and Stiles shrunk in the back.

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." Derek spat, directly saying that to Scott.

"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake, I get it," Scott groaned.

"All right!" I yelled, cutting the boys off from their arguing. "How did you find him?"

Derek was silent. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott whined.

"Yeah, both of us." Stiles cuts in, making Derek glare at him.

"Or just them, I'll be back here," Stiles stayed quiet in the back.

"Look, the last time I talked to Laura, she was close to figuring something out," Derek spoke, glancing over at me. "She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

Stiles eyes widen and leant forward. "Our Chemistry teacher?!"

Scott pulled Stiles back. "Why him?"

"I don't know yet," Derek answered snappily.

"What's the second?"

Derek then pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Some kind of symbol." Scott had this look like he recognised it and Derek sensed that. "What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace," Scott mumbled. He then sighed. "Allison's necklace."

--

"This is gonna be impossible, you know," Scott told Stiles and I as we entered the school the next day. As soon as I entered, many eyes from the hallway eyed me suspiciously. I only smirked at them. This is good, everyone fears me now. Now, no one will mess with me. Derek wants Scott to get the necklace, and it's kind of impossible because none of us are talking to Allison at the moment. "Faya, can't you like, befriend Allison again to steal the necklace?"

I shake my head. "Absolutely not. Why don't you ask you can just borrow it?"

Scott huffs. "How?"

"It's easy," Stiles chimes in. "You just say; "Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?"

"You're not helping," Scott and I both spoke in an annoyed tone.

"Why don't you just talk to her," Stiles deadpans.

"She won't talk to me." Scott hisses back. "What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"

"That's why you ease... That's why you ease back into it, okay?" Stiles advises him. "Get back on her good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace." Scott gazes off, a small smile played on his face. Stiles smacks him out of her. "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Scott admits.

"All right, stay focused, okay?" I stare at Scott expeditiously.

"Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison back." Stiles began to walk back towards his classroom door. "In that order, got it?"

Scott nods and murmurs to himself. "Get the necklace."

--

Lunch had rolled around soon enough. I sat down next to Stiles with my lunch tray filled with fries and chicken. Stiles eyed me. "How do you eat so much but stay so thin?"

"Good genes," I replied back and began to eat some fries, dipping it into some aioli. He rolled his eyes and Scott sat down next to me. "Hey, did you find the necklace?" Scott shared a worried look with Stiles. "What did you two idiots do?"

"Jackson knows," Stiles blurts out, his eyes widening. "Before you kill me! It's not my fault!" I glared at both of them, I was fuming. I grabbed the top of Stiles' ear and pinched it pretty hard, causing him to whine in protest. I let go of it swiftly. "Ow!" Stiles looked like he was about to burst into tears, but I couldn't care at this point.

"How the fuck does he know?" I hissed to the two boys.

"I'm-- I'm not sure," Scott stuttered. "He didn't say the exact words, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly,"

"You had one job." I pointed one finger up at him, while Stiles was behind me cupping his ear and complaining.

"I know! I suck," Scott groaned.

"Listen to me very clearly Scott," I demand, pulling myself closer to him so I'm in his personal space. "You are going to get that necklace from Allison before Jackson tells Allison's Dad. You wanna know what Chris will do once he realises you're the beta? He'll kill you. Congratulations, Scott McCall, you're dead. You were already dead when you started dating Allison."

"Well, you were dead when you befriended Allison!" Scott snapped back decisively and I stared him down.

"What did you just say?"

"Uh, nothing," Scott mumbled, disappointment flashing in his eyes as he looked away from me. "Look, don't tell Derek yet."

I huff. "Fine. Just get the necklace, then I won't tell Derek."

"How?" Scott sighed. "She told me not to talk to her. At all."

"So she's not giving you..."

"She's not giving me the necklace!" Scott exploded at me, throwing his hands up in the air, causing everyone to glance our way.

"Well, did you find anything else out?" I asked, grabbing another fry.

"Just that I know nothing about girls, and they're totally psychotic," Scott grumbled.

I placed a hand on my heart. "Aweh, you're so sweet."

Scott only glared at me. "Okay, I came up with plan B just in case something like this happened," Stiles cuts in.

"What's plan B?" Scott gloomily asked.

"Just steal the stupid thing," I pointed out the obvious.

Stiles nods his head and pointed at me. "Bingo."

"Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?" Scott turned to us.

Stiles shakes his head. "My Dad put him on a 24-hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we've got. Steal it. Thank you."

I glanced over at Allison's table. She was sitting beside Lydia, they were chatting and laughing. My heart aches when my eyes land on Josh who was sitting beside Allison.

"Guys, he's watching us," I looked over at Scott who shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he looked at us. I looked over at Jackson, making eye contact with him for a split second. He was also sitting with Josh, Lydia, and Allison. "Act normal."

"Scott... Can you hear me?" Jackson practically whispered. "You can, can't you?" I tried not to pay attention to him. I was doing it pretty successfully as I picked at my food.

"What's wrong?" Stiles quietly asked Scott.

"Jackson's talking to me." Scott panicked. "He knows I can hear him. Look at me." Stiles looked at Scott. "Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening."

"Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?" Jackson questioned.

"Say something!" Scott hissed desperately. "Talk to me!"

"I can't think of anything." Stiles also panics and I rolled my eyes. "My mind's completely blank."

I looked over at him. "Your mind's blank? You can't think of anything to say? Why do I constantly surround myself with idiots?"

"Not under this kind of pressure," Stiles defends himself. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore." I looked over and noticed that Jackson had removed himself from the table.

"Where the hell is he?" Scott mumbled, looking around the cafeteria.

"Looking for me, McCall?" I hear Jackson. I glanced over at the vending machine where he was leaning his whole body against the wall. "I'm right here." I glanced down at my plate of food. "Are you listening too, Hale? God, I'm so surprised that they let you go. Your brother is a murdering psycho. I can't believe I thought you were cool. You should be locked up along with him, you know..."

"Oh, my God, I'm going to kill him," I could feel myself getting fired up. I clenched my hands desperately.

"Faya? What's he saying?" Stiles quickly asked, panic in his eyes. "Faya, calm down--"

"I'm trying," I mumbled, trying to slow my breathing down. My heart's racing. "Jackson looks extremely punchable right now."

"Focus on my voice," Stiles turned me to him so that I was facing him. My eyes connected with his and I tried to focus on breathing along with him. "Just ignore him, like I try to do. You know what? I'm gonna shut up about him. Um... Formal, remember that? Have you got a date yet?"

I shake my head. "No. No one's asked me yet, but to be honest, I don't think I'm going to go."

Stiles frowned. "I don't have a date, yet I'm going. Just, come with me then. We'll go as friends. Platonically."

"Um," I mumbled. "Okay, sure... I guess. I don't have to dress up fancy for you or anything, do I?"

Stiles shrugged. "I mean, it is winter formal; I think it requires a dress."

I sighed. "I haven't worn a dress since... Ever." I confessed. "That was Cora's department, not mine."

"Who's Cora?" Stiles frowned deeply and I looked away from him.

"I don't want to talk about her, just yet." I started quietly. "Please."

"Faya Hale using manners?" Stiles mumbled under his breath. "Wow, she must be important--"

"You're making it worse," I snapped harshly, it felt like my heart was on strings. My heart feels like it's being pulled desperately.

"Okay!" He exclaimed. "I'll stop talking about her."

Eventually, I calmed myself down, with the help of Stiles. I had completely blocked that idiot out, but Scott hasn't mastered how to do it yet. Scott looked like he was about to kill. Scott's hand squeezes his water bottle so tightly; I'm surprised it hasn't exploded.

I lean close to him. "Scott, come on, you can't let him do this." I encouraged him. "You can't let him have this kind of power over you, okay?" Scott releases his water bottle and squeezes tightly onto the tray. "Scott--"

Suddenly, the tray snaps in half and everyone turned around to face us; wondering what's going on. I simply glanced in Jackson's direction who had a smirk on his face. I glared at him.