"What?" Izzie asked.
"Your wrist," Matt pointed to the brace that she was still wearing, "what happened?"
"I messed it up a couple of years ago, and it never really healed right. Sometimes it likes to act up on me," Izzie replied.
"On its own?" Matt asked.
"Not usually. I fell and used my hand to catch my fall."
"Ouch."
"Yeah," Izzie said awkwardly digging through her locker trying to make it look like she was doing something.
"Why do you always seem so awkward around me?" Matt asked suddenly, causing Izzie to internally curse.
"Well, we don't really know each other, so," Izzie dragged out the last word.
"You have to talk to a person in order to get to know them."
"I guess that's true. I'm just not really a people person," Izzie said throwing a glance towards Matt before looking back at her locker.
"I don't think that's true. If you have the skills to talk to Lydia Martin, I don't think talking to me should be any problem."
"You really want to get to know me don't cha," Izzie said with a nervous laugh.
"I just like to know the people I take pictures of."
"What?" Izzie said whipping her head around to look at Matt.
"That came out wrong. You have a very photogenic face, but I would feel uncomfortable taking pictures of you since I don't know you."
"Oh," Izzie said, visibly relaxing, but she was still a little freaked out.
"I didn't mean to sound so creepy."
"Believe me, I've heard creepier things."
"So does that mean I haven't totally weirded you out then?" Matt asked hopefully.
"Not totally," Izzie answered as the bell rang for class.
"So I'll talk to you later?" Matt still had the same hope in his voice from before.
"Sure," Izzie answered with a smile that was more confused and polite than genuine.
Izzie didn't think Matt was a bad guy, she just thought his people skills needed some improvement. But she didn't let it dwell in her mind as she walked to class and prepared to be bored out of her mind. She knew she needed review for her midterms, but her teachers made them so boring.
Throughout the whole day, every time Izzie tried to make her way to Isaac and Erica, Allison did something to keep her away. It was no different when the day came to an end, and Allison wasn't letting her go anywhere.
"Hey Izzie," Allison said quickly.
"Hi Allison," Izzie said while trying to walk around the girl in front of her. Izzie released a loud sigh when Allison moved so that she was still in front of her. "Is there something I can help you with? I need to talk to Isaac and Erica." Izzie was going to tell them that Scott and Stiles had Jackson, but she wasn't going to tell them anything else. She didn't want to completely lose their trust.
"I'm sure you do," Allison said with a tight smile, "but they're going to have to wait." Allison grabbed Izzie's arm and started pulling her towards the exit.
"Why am I getting kidnapped?" Izzie asked as she stumbled along behind Allison who was walking rather fast.
"They know that Jackson is missing. And since you know where he and Stiles are, you can help me tell him."
"Oh I get it," Izzie said as if she had the biggest ah ha moment of her life, "I know where they are so you're taking me with you to keep the information from getting to Derek. That's very clever of you," Izzie felt bad for how bitchy she sounded, but she knew it would have done nothing to apologize.
"That's not true," Allison started, but Izzie cut her off.
"Just remember, I'm not the only one who chose to side on the opposite side as that of my family."
Izzie was answered by silence.
As soon as Izzie and Allison gave the news to Stiles that the police knew Jackson was missing, Stiles dialed a number, tossed the phone, and was driving the van as far away from it as he could. By the time they got to the very edge of the preserve, they were met up by Scott.
"Izzie, since Jackson seems to tolerate you the most out of anybody, you get to keep Jackson company," Scott said when she, Stiles, and Allison got out of the front of the van.
"How surprising," Izzie said sarcastically as she walked to the back and climbed in only to be greeted by an angry Jackson.
"So you're in on this to?" Jackson asked in a rough voice.
"Oh I wish I wasn't," Izzie said sitting across from him and crossing her arms. "I would ask you how your day has been, but I think I already know the answer."
"Of course you do. So how exactly is this working? Stiles on the day shift and you on the night?"
"Jackson, if you really think I'm in here to watch you then you aren't nearly as smart as I thought you were. I'm not here to babysit you; I'm here so they," Izzie pointed behind Jackson where the other teens were probably huddled up talking "can babysit me. I wasn't supposed to know about this, so now I'm stuck here because they think I'm going to tell Derek."
"You sound like you've had a bad day," Jackson said with sarcasm.
"Somehow, I think your bad day still beats mine out. What are they saying?" Izzie asked motioning behind Jackson. It got quiet as he leaned his head against the side of the van and focused in so he could hear.
"Something about the kanima killing murderers," there was a pause as he continued to listen, "Stiles says no because I tried to kill all of them, but now your brother is defending me," another pause, "Stiles just wants to kill me off," another pause, "and now McCall is saying there was somebody to stop him from killing people and I have nobody," cue tear.
"Jackson that isn't true," Izzie said softly.
"It is," he said shortly, "name one person who's there for me."
"You have your parents."
"Please," Jackson scoffed, "they don't know a thing about me. All they do is try to buy my love."
"Okay, you have Danny."
"No. He may be my best friend, but he does his own thing while I do mine. Besides, he doesn't know that much about me either."
"Um," Izzie sighed as she tried to think of anybody else.
"See. There's nobody."
"Then what about me? We aren't exactly friends, but I know more than Danny does, and you hate me a lot less than you hate any of them."
"It's a very valiant effort Izzie," is all the response that Jackson gives.
Izzie sighed and looked away, which resulted in her missing the fact that Jackson's hands were starting to go scaly. Even though he knew he should say something, Jackson decided to keep quiet.
It was getting darker and darker outside, and as Izzie leaned her head back onto the side of the van, she found she was starting to doze off. She closed her eyes, and the next time that she opened them, she straightened up at the sight of Jackson half scaled out breaking the handcuffs he was in. He stared at her and Izzie started to tremble ever so slightly.
He broke open the doors, grabbed a hold of Izzie, and took off away from the preserve. Izzie had enough self-preservation to stay quiet and just let herself get dragged along by Jackson. She was hoping that since he wasn't fully shifted into the kanima he might still have some control over what's going on.
After aimless wandering, Jackson finally returned back to normal. But he wasn't in a very talkative mood. He continued to pull Izzie along to his destination, but his grip was a lot looser. When they got to the police station, Izzie tried to pull away.
"Jackson, what are you doing?" Izzie asked.
"I'm going to tell my father that Scott and Stiles locked me up in a van and that I want them to stay away from me, and you're going to help me."
"What? No, I'm not. If you want to get a restraining order, then fine. But you don't need me to help you get it."
"But it will help the cause if I have a witness on my side."
"Jackson, I can't. Scott is my brother, and Stiles is my best friend."
"Earlier, you said that I had you. Prove it," Jackson said looking Izzie straight in the eye.
"If I do, then I'll lose the trust that they do have for me."
"From what I can see," Jackson said, "you've already lost it. You basically said so yourself."
"Why are you so hell bent on making me do this?"
"Because I'm the guy that everybody hates. I'm the guy that has nobody. It's what I do."
Izzie's eyes began to water. Jackson was right, she had already lost the trust of Scott and Stiles. She lost it the moment she chose to be on Derek's side. She was a fool to think that things wouldn't be that different. This whole time she's been fighting for something that she didn't even have a hold of anymore. But it was no matter. Izzie knew they didn't trust her, but she knew for a fact that they didn't hate her. If she did what Jackson was asking of her, hatred would definitely be the next steps in Scott and Stiles' feelings towards her.
"These past few weeks, I've been letting people walk all over me. I'm not about to give you the same luxury. Say whatever you want in there, but I'm not going to be there to help you," Izzie said pushing back the tears that had threatened to fall.
"Fine. Suit yourself. When Scott, Stiles, and even Allison continue to treat you like shit, you'll regret this. You'll get tired of protecting them, and you'll realize that you should have ended whatever relations you have with them while you had the chance."
"Maybe, but at least then it would be on my terms and not anybody else's," Izzie crossed her arms and Jackson rolled his eyes.
Just as Jackson walked inside the building, Izzie's phone began to ring. She answered it without looking at the caller id.
"Hello?"
"Thank god. Where are you? Where's Jackson? Are you okay?" Izzie heard Scott say all in one quick breath.
"I'm fine," Izzie sighed out, "I'm at the sheriff's station. You might want to get over here."
"So what happened?" Scott asked as soon as the jeep pulled up to where Izzie was sitting outside.
"Jackson grew scales, broke out of the van, kidnapped me, turned back to normal, and brought me here," Izzie summarized. "Why the kanima side of him likes me so much will forever be a mystery to me."
"I can't believe I let this happen," Scott said running his hands through his hair.
"It isn't your fault Scott," Stiles and Izzie both said, though not at the same time.
"Yes it is."
"Look, we can argue all night about whose at fault for this, but right now you and Stiles need to go inside and make sure Jackson hasn't caused too much damage."
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked wearily.
"He wants to get a restraining order on you two. And maybe me now, I don't know."
"Why you?" Scott asked.
"Because he wanted me to go in there and give some bogus story against you so it would make his story look better. I said no."
"We were going to fill my dad on everything that's been going on. Hopefully Jackson hasn't totally screwed anything up. Do you think you could come with?" Stiles asked, "He's always had this soft spot for you."
"Of course," Izzie said with a nod of her head.
When they walked inside, and made their way to John's office they saw Jackson sitting on the couch that was against the wall. Upon seeing the look on Jackson's father's face, Izzie knew things weren't going to be good.
"Scott, Stiles, perfect timing," the sheriff said as he walked to the doorway of his office.
"Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. Whittemore, esquire?"
"That means lawyer," Jackson said with a smirk on his face.
Izzie pursed her lips, and looked over at Scott and Stiles worriedly.
"Izzie why don't you wait outside," Sheriff Stilinski said.
Izzie gave one last look to Scott and Stiles before she walked out and sat in the hallway. She was concerned about the trouble that the boys were in, but at the same time, she was relieved that she wasn't also in trouble.
A/N: I know when Jackson broke out of the van, he killed that guy and scared the pregnant lady in to labor, but I changed the timeline up a little bit. Instead of happening after he got out of the van, it's just going to happen later on that night. I'm not sure that I really like this chapter.
The next chapter is going to have a lot of Derek in it, so hopefully that will make up for this chapter. :)