THIRTY-THREE 

"Lydia, come on! Lydia wait-" Lydia was gone, I had no idea what was happening but I didn't want to know. I had a feeling that Stiles wanted to know about Jackson's parents so he's asking Lydia.

Erica then shoved me and Stiles into a wall. "Ah, Erica." I grit through my teeth. I hated this bitch.

"Why are you two asking about Jackson's real parents?" Erica demanded, do we have to tell her everything? Erica's claws were on Stiles chest, which I hated.

"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" Stiles snapped back. Stiles pointed to the camera, I glared at Erica.

"Settle down, princess." I bite back.

"That's right. You wanna play catwomen? I'll be your Batman." I raised an eyebrow, what?

Stiles then grabbed my hand and moved out of Erica's way, "if you're wondering about Jackson's parents, they're about half a mile from here." Stiles and I turned around, why is she being nice? "In Beacon Hills Cemetery,"

I pressed my lips together.

Oh.

✢

Erica left us, and Stiles chased after her. I sighed. "Wait! Do you know how they died?" Stiles asked, catching up to her in the hallways. I followed along, walking beside Stiles.

"Maybe. If you'll tell me why you're so interested." Erica cocks her head towards us. We stopped. "It's him, isn't it?"

Wow, she's a smart cookie.

"Who? Him? Who?" Stiles asked.

"The test didn't work, but it's still him." Erica continued walking, and we followed. She scoffs. "It's Jackson."

Our mouths were left wide open.

We followed Erica.

"You can't tell Derek, okay?" I plead. "There's a lot more to this that you don't know about. And just because you got the alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around to go around destroying people."

"Why not?" Erica turned to us, and we stopped. "That's all anybody ever used to do to me. I used to have the worst crush in the world on you, Stiles." My eyes widen. "Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never even noticed me. Exactly how you're not noticing me now. Because of this bitch standing right in front of me. Because of you, Stacey, you ruined it for me." My breath hitched before my eyes wander down to the ground where the boy's locker room was leaking of water.

Oh no.

"You can save that for later." I muttered. Then, Scott, my brother, came flying out of the door, with Jackson. I bite my lower lip and ripped Jackson off him, with my super strength, I did a death grip around Jackson.

"Scott, Scott." Stiles said, taking Scott off the ground. Erica then came, and helped me restrain Jackson.

"What the hell's going on?" Mr. Harris asked, great. Just bloody great. "Hey! Enough!" I noticed Matt walked in, looking around. Oh, what the hell? "What do you idiots think you're doing?" Mr. Harris yelled. "Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, wanna explain yourself? Stilinski! Miss McCall?" Allison then stands beside Scott.

"You dropped this." Matt said, holding the tablet to Scott. Mr. Harris snatches it away. He points to Scott then Jackson.

"You and you. Actually... all of you..." Don't say it, don't say it. "Detention at 3:00."

He said it.

✢

Scott, Allison, Stiles, Jackson, Matt, Erica and I all enter detention in the library with Mr. Harris. Stiles and Scott sit together, I sit with Allison cause I didn't want her to be alone.

Jackson had sat with us. I groaned. I got up, and walked over to where Erica, Stiles, and Scott were sitting. I sat opposite Stiles.

"We can't be in detention together." Jackson said. "I have a restraining order against those tools."

"All these tools?" Mr. Harris asked.

"No, just us tools." Stiles said pointing to him, me, and Scott.

"Fine, you three, over there." Mr. Harris points to another table and I sighed. We got up and moved towards the table.

Scott glared over at Jackson. "I'm going to kill him." Scott seethed.

"Finally!" I exhale, sitting in my chair which I sat next to Stiles. Scott opposite us.

"No, you're not." Stiles rolled his eyes. "You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."

"No." Scott shakes his head. I agree with Scott.

"All our problems would go away if Jackson were dead." Scott nods his head at my statement, Stiles once again rolled his eyes.

"Stacey and you were right, let's kill him." Scott said.

"Oh... no." Stiles sighed.

✢

Stiles looked over at Matt. "Hey, what if it's Matt?" Stiles questioned. Wouldn't be surprised, that dude a creep. "I mean, this whole thing comes back the video, right?"

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage." Scott said.

"Exactly!" I hissed. "He's trying to throw suspicion off himself."

"I think we should listen to Stacey and I." Stiles pointed to me and him. We looked over at saw Matt eating a bag of chips. Oh.

"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of the Argent's hunters, and the mechanic's on your Jeep?" Scott asked and I nodded.

"Yes!" Stiles exhales.

"Why?"

"Because..." I exhale.

"He's evil." Stiles added, and I nodded.

"You just don't like him." Scott said, looking over at the guy who was eating chips.

"The guy... bugs me. I don't know what it is, just look at his face." Stiles said and I stared at his face, I don't see it.

"Any other theories?" Scott asked.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Jackson said, getting up and rubbing his forehead with his bag swung over his shoulder.

"Are you all right?" Mr. Harris asked. He actually worries about that guy? "Hey, you don't look so good."

"I just need to get some water," Jackson said.

"No one leaves their seats." Mr. Harris left, I looked at the boys, three... two... one. Scott and Stiles jump up, when the coast was clear and rushed over to Erica.

I snorted.

I got up and followed them.

"Stiles and Stacey says you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott quickly rushed out, and I sat down next to Scott, Stiles sat next to Erica, who was opposite me.

"Maybe."

"Talk." I demand.

"It was a car accident." She closed her book. "My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about a huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18."

"So not only is Jackson rich now, he's getting richer when he's 18?" Stiles asked. What a lucky man.

"Yep." Erica nods her head and I exhale. I've been doing a lot of that lately.

"There's something deeply wrong with that." I mutter.

"You know what?" Erica started. "I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox." She opened up her laptop. "He keeps everything."

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." My eyes widen.

✢

Jackson had come wondering in at some point, I had lifted up legs onto Scott's seat as he had walked over to the principal's office. Stiles and Erica's were working on the insurance report. And I wanna go home.

"Don't forget the dates." Stiles said I looked over at him.

"Passenger arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death- 9:26 pm, June 14, 1995." Erica read from the laptop. My eyes widen. June 14? That meant...

"Jackson's birthday is June 15th." I lean forward, suddenly interested in this conversation. Oh, his parents died before his birthday, that's rough. Erica looked over at me.

Mr. Harris had packed up his things, and we all assumed that we could do- so, Allison's table, (Matt, herself, and Jackson) packed up their things.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving early," Mr. Harris said. I hadn't moved. I knew he was gonna leave early, he does for me, so why not for us? "But none of you are. You may go when you're done re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of the evening."

I exhale deeply, glaring at Mr. Harris. But I did re-shelving a few months ago! That's not fair! I wasn't even involved with the fight! I was just keeping Jackson from hurting Scott, uh! I look at the number of books we had to do, there was at least a couple hundred.

I had countered the last time I did, which was when the Alpha tried to kill me, I had at least a couple hundred. At least there's more of us now.

"Perfect!" I exclaim as Mr. Harris left, seething with anger.

✢

"It means he was born after his mum died." Stiles explained to Scott as we were re-stacking the library bookshelves. I shoved one in the holes, I was angry. Allison stands beside Scott, and Stiles stands beside me. "His mum died- by C-section they had to pull him out of her dead body,"

Oh, well no wonder why Jackson's so messed up in the head.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison whispered.

"The word all over the report is inconclusive." Stiles murmurs.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked.

"If they were, then it falls in the line with the Kanima myth." I point out, shoving a book into a spare hole. "You know? It seeks out and kills murders."

"But for Jackson?" Allison asked. "Or for whoever's controlling him?"

Oh.

"We have to talk to him." Scott said.

"He's not gonna li-" Allison didn't get to finish as Scott was already gone, I followed Scott, grunting.

I walk beside Scott, there was a book on the ground. Oh, what the hell? We look around the corner, and there was Matt lying on the ground. My eyes widen. Matt was cut by the Kanima.

He was cut by Jackson.

Scott and I bend down to Matt, but then, some bits on the roof fall down on top of us, I cover my head and I gasp. Some books fall on top of me. Scott's fangs were out and he was showing his yellow eyes, I guess my white eyes flash as well.

The roof was literally ripped opened.

"Erica!" Scott cried out. Oh no. I looked up and saw Erica growling, her eyes glowing and her fangs were out as well. Scott picks me up, drags me up and pulls me away. Erica was cut by the Kanima.

This place was a huge mess, electricity flying everywhere. Scott and I turn around and there was Jackson standing there. Half of his face had scales, and Scott put a protective arm in front of me.

Jackson roared, but so did Scott, he pushed me out of the way and I fell onto the floor with a gasp. Scott was pushed into a cart. I was alone with Erica and Matt's paralyzed bodies.

I was breathing heavily, I don't know what to do. Jackson could come at me any minute. jackson just stands there, staring up at the roof, but then cocks his head to the side. He then stretches out an arm and starts writing on the chalkboard with the chalk.

I let out a whimper and I shuffle back.

Jackson then jumped out of the window, and I sighed. Thank god that's over. I stand up, licking my dry lips.

"Stacey?" I heard Stiles call and I soon see him in view, he sighed in relief and just embraced me. I squeeze onto him, holding him tight. Stiles then let go, and he holds my hand and brought me closer to him as he turned around. I was staring right at the words.

Stay out of my way, or I'm gonna kill of you.

I then turned around, and I looked at Erica, she's having a seizure. "Whoa, hey, hey, hey," I called, bending down to Erica, who was spazzing out. "I think she's having a seizure."

✢

Scott and Stiles had Erica, I and Allison had Matt, checking if he's alive or not. "He's alive," Allison called.

"Hey, we need to get to a hospital," Stiles said.

"Derek- only to Derek." Erica struggled. Still having a seizure.

"When we get her to the hospital-"

"To Derek." Erica whispered. "To Derek."

"Go." I said.

"Hey, Scott!" Stiles called as Scott walked around to us.

"I'm staying here with you." Scott said.

"He can't take her alone not like this." I pointed out. "And Matt, I've got to call him an ambulance for him, just go we're fine."

"This doesn't feel right." Scott said.

"It's okay," Allison breathes.

"No, it's not." Scott whispered. "It's not right."

"It- it doesn't mean anything." Allison whispered.

"But it feels like he does." Scott mumbled.

"Scott, go." Allison harshly whispers. "Go."

"Okay," Scott nodded. Scott kisses the top of Allison's forehead, and have my hand a squeeze. Scott then got up with Stiles and Erica, and they left.