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Chapter 12: Exposed
I sat in Sheriff Stilinski's office with Scott and Stiles and Allison who was on the phone. We were talking about the kanima. Why were we in the Sheriff's office? Jackson had decided to get a restraining order against Stiles and Scott. Why not me? I had no idea.
Allison had gotten Lydia to translate some of the bestiary the other night. Apparently the kanima had someone controlling it. We figured out that whoever was controlling Jackson wasn't letting him in on the secret. Jackson couldn't remember anything: the murder or getting rid of the blood.
After Scott and Stiles had gotten called in for the whole "reading of the terms of the restraining order" thingy, I sat in the front of the police department. I twiddled my thumbs for a couple of minutes until I noticed Jackson who was in a police uniform.
"Hey, Jackson," I whispered.
"What?" He asked like he couldn't believe I was actually talking to him but I had to find out.
"Why didn't you get the restraining order on me too?" I asked and then quickly moved next to him. "I mean I was there."
"Would you like me to? I could," Jackson said sounding like a total ass yet again.
"No," I said. "It's just... well... It doesn't make much sense, does it?"
"Listen, English," Jackson said. "I like you. I don't know why or how but I do. You seem like... I don't know... A genuine person... You said you iced my bruise for me, right?"
I didn't know what to say at this point. I mean this probably was a huge step for Jackson, you know, not being an asshole. I kinda sat there in shock until Jackson started talking again.
"I heard you were adopted," He said.
I nodded. "My mom died in childbirth and my dad gave me up. A great start at life, huh?" I laughed it off.
"I was adopted too," He told me. He was silent for a little bit but soon bit his lip like he wanted to ask me something. "How do you do it?"
"What?" I turned to him.
"Talk to your mom like she's your real mom," He said.
"I don't know..." I shrugged. "I mean she is my mom. I just didn't come out of her body. I have no memory of my real parents so why should I get so hung up on who they are and why they gave me up? I just don't feel like should be attached to someone I didn't even know."
Jackson didn't say anything.
"Why? Do you have problems talking to your parents?" I asked.
"I might have a slight problem," He said, not meeting my eyes.
"You should look at it like they've always been your parents. They just aren't physically yours. They love you like you are so why shouldn't you?"
"Jackson?" A voice called. It was who I was assuming was Jackson's dad. "Time to go..."
Jackson whispered to me, "Thanks, English." He stood up and followed his dad out.
"Oh my god..." I stood in shock as Stiles and Scott came up behind me.
"Were you talking to Jackson?" Stiles asked.
I nodded and said, "I think I just got him to say thank you..." Suddenly my mom walked into the place all smiley and stuff. "Shit," I muttered, hiding behind the two boys.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked.
"Just stay there..." I told them. "That's my mom."
"It is?" Scott asked. "She's hot."
I slapped the back of his head.
My mom turned to us and squinted. "Charlie? Is that you?"
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath. "Hi, Mom." I stopped hiding.
"What are you doing here? Who are they?" She asked.
"These are my friends," I told her. "Scott and Stiles. Anyway gotta go to school. Love you! Bye!" I rushed out of there.
I'd gone home to change for school. I was dressed in a light pink sleeveless collared shirt and some military green jeans paired with black flats and my hair was in a French ponytail. Towards the middle of the day I was in the library with Scott and Stiles when Allison had arrived with more news of the kanima.
"It's everything Lydia can translate and trust me she was very confused," Allison said, handing us a tablet with the translation of a page from the bestiary.
"What'd you tell her?" Scott asked.
"That we were a part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Allison said
"I am a part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stiles felt the need to add for some reason.
"Oh," Allison said, trying to be nice. "Great."
"So does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott said, ignoring Stiles.
"Not really," Allison replied. "But Stiles was right about the murderers. It calls the kanima a weapon of vengence."
"So it's killing murderers? That's just fine and dandy isn't it." I added sarcastically.
"Anyways," Allison continued. "There's a story in there about a South African priest who uses the kanima to execute murders in his village."
"Alright," Stiles reasoned. "So maybe it's not all that bad."
"Until," Allison wasn't finished yet. "The bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."
"That's very bad, all very, very bad," I said as Stiles nodded.
"Here's the thing though," Allison said. "The kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf but it can't be..." Allison trailed off as a women restacked a book right by her.
"Until it resolves that in its past which manifests it," Scott finished, reading from his tablet.
"Okay," Stiles said. "If that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours in therapy, I could've told you that myself."
Allison said, "What if it has something to do with his parents? His real parents..."
"Does anyone know what actually happened to them?" Scott asked.
"Lydia might," Stiles offered.
"What if she doesn't know anything?" Scott countered.
"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me so I'll go and talk to him..." I told them.
"If he does anything you run the other way," Stiles said, sounding like a protective older brother.
"I can handle myself, Stiles," I told him.
"If he tries anything though while I'm taking some stupid test..." Scott said.
"I'll be fine," I reassured them.
"Be careful," Allison told me as I left the library in search of Jackson.
I trailed Jackson down the hallway and went to turn a corner but bumped into Isaac. We caught each other's glance but it was really awkward considering I was still mad at him and he could tell it too.
I shook my head, releasing myself from his glance. I continued following Jackson down the next hall but he went straight into the boy's locker room. Great...
I went to open the door and nearly have a heart attack as Matt opens it before I go inside.
"Sorry," He said. "Didn't mean to scare you..."
"Hey," He said. "Have you hear about the underground show? Apparently they've got some big names spinning..."
This kid needed to move. I seriously needed to talk to Jackson. "You mean like a rave?" I glanced through the doorway.
"Well I just call it a party but hey I've got a friend who can hook us up with some tickets if you're down. What me to get you one?"
My mind was screaming no, no, no. I glanced at Isaac at the end of the hall who was still standing there for some reason. I knew he was listening and just to piss him off, I said, "Yeah! Sure, great!"
"Really?" He sounded surprised. "Well, it's on Friday so I'll see you there?" He trotted off.
I went reluctantly into the boy's locker room. I heard running water and called out, "Jackson?!"
"In here," A voice called.
Please don't be naked, please don't be naked, I prayed. I followed the sound of his voice. Turning the corner, I saw Jackson... naked as a fucking jaybird.
I spun back behind the wall. Oh my god! I couldn't get this image of his junk out of my head. I was definitely going to barf.
"Something wrong?" He asked, slyly.
"Oh nothing..." I said sarcastically. "You're just fucking naked! Trust me when I say that I did not want to see that shit!"
"You're the one who walked into the boy's locker room," He said as the sound of running water stopped. "Did you wanna talk about something?"
"We can talk when you have clothes on," I said, starting to walk away when fucking bare-ass Jackson put his arm in front of my face.
"No," He said. "Let's talk now." Something was weird about him. I'd figure he'd a smug look on his face like "Ha ha I'm naked and there's nothing you can do" but he didn't. He was stone-faced.
"I'm gonna leave because I have this math test that I really..."
"No, no," Jackson said almost laughing. "There's no math test today and you can skip one class."
At this point, I really didn't know what to say. He was fucking naked and creepy as hell. I was scared shitless and he could probably tell.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "Your heart's beating like crazy."
I started to walk around him. He was affecting me like I hadn't been since I was seven. I used to get panic attacks when my family and I would go to amusement parks because of the crowds. I started taking meds to help and I hadn't had one in years. I felt one coming on but I was fighting tooth and nail.
"I thought you wanted to talk?" Jackson said, following me and blocking my exit.
"Well," I said, using sarcasm as my only defense. "I can tell this isn't a good time considering you're naked. I'm just gonna go..."
"Are you sure? You look a little stressed..." He said as we slowing backed towards a wall. "Is it Isaac? Is it that whole thing? He's not your friend anymore. Poor, little Charlie..."
"Fucking stop, Jackson," I said, feeling the wall against my back.
"What are you gonna do about it?" He yelled. "What are you gonna do when Derek starts ordering Isaac to kill? What if Derek wants you dead?" Jackson put his hands by my head. His fingernails turned into claws as I felt them nearly pierce my skin. "I just wonder what would you do if someone attacked you?"
"I can show you actually..." I grabbed his arm, twisting it and we both fell to the ground. Jackson was on top of me and I was trying to ignore his lack of clothing.
Suddenly his face changed. He looked shock, freaked out even. "Charlie?" He climbed off of me. "What are you doing in here?" He quickly pulled on a pair of shorts.
"What...?" I started to ask as I backed back up against the wall when suddenly Isaac burst through the door. He looked pissed and Scott was behind him. When he looked across this scene, he looked thoroughly confused.
"Isaac, don't," I said.
Isaac ignored me, as usual. He ran up to Jackson and pushed him into a row of lockers. They toppled over and then Jackson got mad. He jumped up and tossed Isaac into some athletic lockers. Then he grabbed him and threw him into the showers.
I couldn't see what happened there but I heard the breaking of tile. Jackson was the only one who came out and then I saw Isaac jump on him from atop the lockers. He jumped down and kicked Jackson in the back of the head.
Jackson just happened to land near a pile of weights and tossed one at Isaac. He caught it which gave Jackson the opportunity to push him into a paper towel dispenser and then throw him into a sink that stood no chance. The pushed each other into the hallway.
I got up from my spot and followed them. Scott grabbed Isaac and Erica grabbed Jackson. For some reason she and Stiles were in the hallway.
Mr. Harris ran down the hallway telling us to calm down and stop. He eventually gave us all detention. It was me, Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Jackson, Erica, and Matt who'd somehow returned.
I don't know how much I liked this chapter... I just like how Isaac saved Charlie :) He's such a cutie... Anyways next chapter [13] will be called "Inconclusive", will finish "Restraint", and will be uploaded on Friday! Don't forget how much I love reviews and all that good stuff!
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