This Chapter was inspired by: Evil Is Going On - Jace Everett
The school day passed without complaint until it came time for History. Anna was walking towards class when she caught sight of Isaac speaking to someone rather aggressively down the phone. She ducked behind a locker, and strained to hear over the sound of the crowd drifting to various lessons.
"….I know dad and I'm sorry, okay," he yelled into his cell with a furious whisper, "No. Will you listen to-?" she didn't catch the rest of the conversation because someone barged into her.
"Eavesdropping are we, Chambers?" the voice sneered, and Anna didn't even have to turn to glare at the smug face to know who it would be. "Could this be love?"
"I-uh…" Anna stammered. She was obviously caught, but what was she going to say. She wasn't too sure if she could completely deny his second statement. "Shut up, Jackson."
He held both hands up in a suggestion of surrender, "Sassy," he said, leaning closer with imposing form. Anna recoiled from him, shaking a little at his threat. "But some people might be offended. You should really watch what you say you little-"
"Leave her alone, Whittemore." A voice bombed from somewhere behind her. It made Anna flinch and them both spring apart as if a jolt of electricity had been wired through their bodies.
"Lahey," Jackson scoffed, squaring up the taller boy, "Surprise, surprise. I just caught your little girlfriend snooping on you, thought you'd want to know," he shoved past him, shoulder brushing against Isaac's arm. "See you on the field, Lahey." And then he was gone, leaving Isaac considerably pissed off. He grabbed Anna by the forearm in an almost painful lock.
"It's time you and I got to History."
"I didn't mean it," Anna justified as she was practically dragged towards History which they were already late for.
"Then what exactly did you mean," Isaac growled, not realizing her arm. She pulled free and turned to face him, "Because as far as I know, phone calls are supposed to be private!"
"I-"
"You know you could be arrested if I decided to report you, of course I'm not going to but I could you know. And you could go to jail."
"But-"
"Anna, do you know how serious-!"
"ISAAC!" I screamed at him. He looked taken aback for a moment, and even shifted a pace or two back at the aggression in my voice. "I was only 'snooping' because I care about you, okay? I was worried. You seemed so nervous and I care about my friends."
He visibly softened, and his face lit up. It was like all the tension left his body at once and he seemed once again happy and contended. A smile crossed his face. "I'm sorry, Anna. I didn't mean to snap at you. I've just be stressed lately. I'm failing chemistry and my dad's a nightmare," he grimaced when he spoke about his father, but then brightened we he enquired with his head cocked to one side. "We're friends."
"Um…. Sure," I stammered, "I hit you with my brother's car after all. It's an initiation I do to all my friends. I think Stiles is still permanently scarred."
Isaac laughed, which made me smile because it was such a natural sound and made the bruising on his face seem almost invisible.
"Now, Beacon Hills was founded in 1863 by founding families, the Williams and the Chambers," Anna groaned. Yes, it was that time of the year again when the educated you on the town's history. It was basically the same thing every year, how the town was founded, why, what was some important about Beacon Hills, who founded it, when was the school founded, blah, blah, blah. Sometime they would add in twists to surprise you like the story of the Weeping Woman who went insane and threw herself off the clock tower.
Welcome to Beacon Hills – were people kill themselves or are killed by wild animals all the time, Anna thought bitterly.
Anna tried to listen to Miss. Rogers droning on in her incredibly dull monotone, "Now, there was a bit of a problem the founding families had and that was that they had to share their land with the indigenous people. The Serrano Indians who they shared the land with were kind people but the founding families saw them as undesirables because of the legends they had heard about them."
Anna peaked a little at legends. She had always been taught that the Serrano people had kept to themselves, and so had the founders. She had never heard any folklore to do with them.
Miss Rogers looked a little gleeful in her reciting, "What the founders thought was that the Serrano people were skin walkers. Or, to put it better, shape shifters."
Anna's heart pounded as she heard the information slip from her teacher's tongue. She exchanged a look with Stiles, who was trying to seem casual but his eyes were panicked.
"They believed they had the ability to shift into wolves or any animal he or she desired depending on who's telling it. Some thought they were evil witches, who had to kill a member of their own family to become one. Others believed if they wore the pelts of animals they could turn into the animal who's pelt they were displaying although, more popularly, a few – especially the Indian people – believed that "werewolves" were born and the only other way to become one was to be bitten."
Miss Rogers grinned and stretched, "Now I hope you all remember that because there will be a pop quiz next week so study hard. But before you go I have an assignment for you to do in pairs."
The class moaned in unison and Anna let go of a breath she'd hadn't realized she'd been holding. Anna was gripping her desk so tight her knuckles had turned white under the pressure and her hand muscles were beginning to ache under the strain. She released the desk and melted back into her seat. Trying not to squeak at the pain from her pounding heart.
"It'll be a joint project on any aspect of local history, be it the school, the clock tower, the Warehouse district or werewolves." she emphasized with a wink that made me want to hide.
"Now, I have assigned you all partners so don't even think about it, Mr. Stilinski." I turned to see Stiles ebbing his way towards Carly and me before falling back into his seat with a flump. I stifled a giggle.
"Miss. Hamilton, you will be with Mr. Mahealani," she said, gesturing to Danny. So, Carly had an okay partner but Stiles wasn't going to be with her, so who would that leave Anna-?
"Miss. Chambers your partner will be Mr. Lahey." Crap. Crap, crap, crap, crappy-crap-crap, Anna thought. She'd been hoping to avoid him, but if they were gunna be partners, that would be impossible.
She looked over at him and he seemed to cool with it, but he was regarding her with wariness. What if he'd seen her reaction to Miss Rogers's lycanthrope mythology? What if Isaac Lahey knew more than he was letting on?
Stiles came and found Anna after History whilst she was placing her history book in her locker. "Anna," Stiles said in a quick spurt, "About history, I'm sure there's no need to freak out, it's just a bunch of stories-"
"Stiles!" she said, loudly, fear escalating through her body and into her voice, "She talked about werewolves. In Beacon Hills. Remind you of anything that's happened recently?!"
"It doesn't mean they know anything," Stiles reassured her, placing a calming hand on her arm, she felt relieved for the closeness. "Anyway, I need to find out why my dad's talking to the principle."
Anna gave him a questioning look but followed him until they reached were Scott's locker was located. Stiles collared him and dragged him to the stairs. Anna hovered behind them inquisitively. "Hey," he said, "Tell me what they're saying." Stiles gestured up the stairs where Carly's father – Deputy Hamilton – and Stiles's father – Sherriff Stilinski – were talking to the school principle.
Scott suddenly became highly focused, as if hanging on every word and was unable to break eye contact until he turned back to us. "Curfew because of the body." Anna rolled her eyes whereas Stiles looked pissed.
"Unbelievable," Stiles muttered, "My dad's out there looking for a rabid animal while the jerk off who actually killed the girl is out there hanging out and doing whatever he wants."
"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek." Anna put in but Stiles just shot her a look of pure conviction.
"I can do something-"
"Like what?" Scott scoffed; he looked stressed, which was unsurprising after everything he'd been through. But still, it was worrying.
"Like find the other part of the body." Stiles said finally.
Scott and Anna exchanged a mortified look, "Are you serious?!" they both spluttered but Stiles was already gone.
"Stiles!" Anna called after him but he didn't slow down and she was too tired to hunt after him.
Anna texted Carly later that day as she was climbing into the Tempo. Anna didn't want to push her luck, in case Carly was busy with important editorial work, but it was just to remind her that they had their first Track meeting of the new season and the first without Erica.
She was halfway home when she received a hurried text from Scott:
Found something at Hale's, it read, maybe blood. Ill explain evrythin once u get here. Plz hurry b/c leaving soon.
S.
"Actually," Anna said to Kyle, leaning over to turn down Paramore, "Can you drop me off at Scott's? I think I forgot something."
Kyle nodded and took a left instead of a right and drove another two blocks until we appeared at the McCall house.
The door was already wide open, signaling that Stiles had flown into the house before her arrival. She waved goodbye to Kyle and jogged up the porch steps, carefully closing the door behind her. She sprinted into the room and made Stiles jump.
"What is it?" Anna said in a panicked tone, "What did you find?"
"There's something buried at Derek's," Stiles informed her blinking rapidly, "Scott could smell blood."
Anna had a bad feeling settling in her stomach. "So what are we going to do? Call the police?"
"And what would the police be able to do? He'd probably move the body before the cops arrived." Scott replied, reinforcing Anna's dread.
She threw herself onto the bed beside Scott. "We're going to find the other half of the body, aren't we?" Anna asked with horror.
"Yep, and when we find it, Stiles's dad is going to nail Derek for the murder and we're gunna figure out how I can play Lacrosse without changing because there is no way I'm not playing that game on Saturday." And with that, Stiles and Scott both took an arm each, pulling Anna to her feet and the trio began strategizing just how they were going to bring down Derek Hale.
Author's Note:
Hi, guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long but I lost motivation with all my fanfics but I'm back now and I promise to be better this time :P Don't forget to review because i want opinions! and Stay Strong my Teen Wolfies until S3 :'D
