Chapter Thirteen:
Diana's POV
"What do you mean, 'He got out'?" I ask into the phone.
"I mean, that, he got out and he went to the station." Stiles sighs, "You have to come to."
"He told on us?" I ask, tossing my bag over my shoulder and jumping on my motorcycle.
"Yup, and now…my father is requesting your presence."
"he's there, isn't he?" I ask.
"Uh…yeah." He answers. "Just get here quick. He already called your house."
"He called my house?" I ask, groaning. "I'll be there quick."
"Yeah, so hurry up. We still have to talk about the lizards…for school." He tells me.
"Nice cover-up." I comment, hanging up and putting on my helmet.
About a half-hour later, Scott, Stiles, and I are sitting in the questioning room of the police station while Sheriff Stilinski reads us our rights and restraining order.
Mental notes:
Fifty feet away from the guy, (Already trying to do that)
Do not touch,
Do not speak to,
Do not harass,
Do not even look at him if possible.
I nod and stay silent as Leo stands behind me with Ms. McCall. Jackson's' father, Mr. Whittemore, (Esquire, I might add), stares at us smugly, disapproving of our existence.
"What about class?" Stiles asks.
"You will attend school while trying to keep a fifty-foot distance." The Sheriff answers.
"What if we have to go to the bathroom at the same time?" Stiles asks. "And there's only two stalls, right next to each other-"
"Go find another one, or hold it." I snap at him, which earns me the parental badge of, Shut up, kid.
"Got it," Stiles nods, sinking down.
We're all dragged out into the hallway, where Leo scolds me and orders me to follow him.
"You're lucky that I answered the phone before Mom," he tells me. I sigh and look down, ashamed.
"I know," I mutter. "Did you tell her?"
"No," Leo tells me. He snaps his brown eyes on me. "But if this ever happens again, she will know about it."
"Okay," I tell him. I look up and notice his eyes are still bloodshot. "You're not on drugs again, are you?" I whisper, making sure no one hears me.
"Diana, don't turn this around on me." He snaps.
"But, Leo, you know what he said-"
"Diana!" Leo tries to shut me up. "Go home."
I slump my shoulders and nod, "Alright."
I put my helmet on and ride home to find mom sleeping on the couch. Reruns of Oprah are playing on the screen. I shut it off and grab a blanket, laying it over her.
I climb up the stair, strip off my clothes and take a shower.
While the hot water runs over me, I begin to think about what I ever saw in Jackson.
I sat down behind the school and leaned my head against the wall. Another call from the cops, that's not very rare for Leo.
"You alright?" Asked a guy from above me. I looked up and brushed my eyes, angry that someone saw me like that.
"I'm fine, just leave me alone," I lashed at him. He sat down beside me anyway.
"You're that one chick who's dad died, right?" He asked me. "Diana…Alvin, right?"
"Arvin," I corrected him quietly. He took a bottle of vodka out of his bag.
"You know, sometimes it helps to drink," he mocked me, waving the bottle in front of me. I stare at him. "But it's even better not to drink alone."
"You're really cocky, aren't you?" I asked. He smirked at me, taking a sip of the bottle.
"Very," he answered, handing me the bottle. "I'm Jackson Whittemore. Captain of the lacrosse team."
"Really?" I mocked him right back, taking a sip of vodka. I'd never had any before, so almost threw it back up after the first big sip.
"Don't drink too much," he laughed at me. I rolled my eyes and smirked at him, holding down my liquor.
"I don't want anymore anyways," I told him, shoving the bottle back to him. "It's gross."
"Because , you're a girl," Jackson said, "who's never had a drink of this in her life."
I glare at him and, just to prove a point, grab the bottle and take a huge gulp. I could feel the bile rising in my throat, but I shove it back down.
Jackson laughed at me then, smirking at me arrogantly. For a moment, it was a big turn-on. Some of the lacrosse players wave him over, calling his name.
"I've got to go practice," Jackson smirked at me. I smiled back and nodded.
"Well, you are the captain," I told him.
He actually smiled at me then ran off, joining his group of teammates.
I jump out and dry off, wrapping the towel around me.
Tomorrow was going to be very different.
"So, someone's controlling him?" I ask, rummaging through the books to draw attention away from us.
Scott nods while Stiles says, "Yes, the teacher got it wrong. It says 'Master'."
"So, when's Allison coming?" I ask.
"She'll be here," Scott says.
"She better make it quick." I grumble.
"What?" Scott asks. I look at him confused and he adds, "What happened, you don't like her?"
"Not really," I mumble. Scott gives me an astonished look and Stiles smirks saying, "Jealous?"
"No, she just…well, I just don't like her." I mutter. Scott rolls his eyes and says, "It's Allison, it's impossible not to like her."
"Not really, dumb ass." I tell him. He glares at me and then someone interrupts us.
"Who don't you like?"
Speak of the devil.
"That teacher," I cover up. "She lied, I tell you. Lied."
Allison smiles and rolls her eyes at me. I roll my eyes to myself and hope no one notices.
"That's all Lydia could translate," Allison tells us, handing us a tablet with the translations on the side in yellow. "Trust me, she was very confused."
"What did you tell her?" Scott asks.
"That we were part of an inline gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Allison answers. I have to give her some respect for coming up with something so quickly.
"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles tells us.
Allison's poker face comes up and she responds, "Oh…great."
I roll my eyes at her and hold up my fist for a fist bump, saying, "Awesome." He beams at me and bumps my fist. "You know, Sami plays games like that."
Stiles gives me a look and his eyes light up like Christmas lights.
"But Stiles is right about the murderers," Allison says, which triggers a fist in the air from Stiles and a silent, "YES!"
She goes on, "It was used as a weapon of vengeance. There's this story in there about this South-American priest who uses it to kill criminals in his village."
"So its not all bad," Stiles says, trying to look on the bright side.
Allison murders the bright side by finishing, "Until the bond became strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."
"All bad, all very, very bad." Stiles says.
"Well, the kanima's supposed to be a werewolf but it can't until-"
"It resolves all that manifested it." Scott finishes, reading the translations.
"Okay, if that means that Jackson could've used a few thousand hours of therapy, I could have told you that myself." Stiles says.
"Agreed." I mutter.
"So, what if it has something to do with his parents?" Allison asks. "His real parents."
"You dated him!" Stiles says to me, "Do you know what happened to them?"
I sigh, "No, we never talked about anything like that."
"Damn," Stiles groans. "What about Lydia?"
"He was always more in depth with her." I tell them. "I even saw him cry once when they got in a fight."
Stiles tries to suppress a laugh and looks back up saying, "Sorry, its not funny."
"Just like my hamster." I growl at him. He throws his arms in the air.
"I didn't know!"
"Hamsters don't survive microwaves, Stiles!" I yell at him.
"It was an experiment!"
"Guys!" Scott snaps at us. "Shut up about hamster for a second."
"We'll have to talk to Jackson." Scott finishes.
"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him myself."
"Allison.," Scott begins to whine. "What am I supposed to do?"
"You have a make-up exam to take." Allison tells him. Stiles and I nod in agreement. "I can take care of myself."
"If something happens to you while I'm taking a make-up test, someone's going to have to take care of me." Scott tells her. "Look, if he does anything. Just run."
"Like what?" Allison asks, getting annoyed with his complaining about her safety. I begin to get annoyed, too. How whipped was he?
"Anything, weird or strange or-"
"Anything evil!" Stiles says, shoving his face through the shelf. Allison shoves his face back and he recomposes himself after falling on me.
"I'll talk to Lydia," I say. "She's probably still mad at you, Stiles."
"Yeah, she still doesn't believe about the pool thing." he mutters, scratching the back of his head.
We move onto our routes.
"Hey, Lydia!" I yell, trying to catch up with her. She keeps walking, ignoring me. "Lydia!"
I jump in front of her and say, "Hey, Lydia! Um.. I was wondering if you knew anything about what happened to Jacksons' parents?" I shrug, trying to act innocent. "You know, just for…stuff."
"I'm not supposed to tell." she snaps at me. "Besides, hasn't he told you?"
"No, maybe it's because he loved you more than he did me." I ask, trying to flatter her into it.
She gives me a weird look and I begin to realize how she could have taken that the wrong way.
"I mean emotionally." I add.
"Maybe he did." She says, snootily. "I'm not supposed to talk about it."
"Well, you can tell me!" I tell her. "Come on, we can…whine about what a bad kisser he was!"
"You know and I know, Jackson Whittemore was not a bad kisser." Lydia says. "Well, not the worst."
"Alright, but we could be BFFs. You know, brag about how we were too good for him." I say. "Lydia, please. You owe me one."
She looks at me and sighs. "Look, you're going to have to ask Jackson yourself. But I don't mind about the BFF thing." She smiles at me and says, "He'll tell you anyways. He obviously liked you more."
I can the hurt in her eyes and say, "Lydia, he still likes you. I can totally tell. Just be patient about it."
Lydia looks up at me and says, "Really?"
"Yeah, totally." I tell her. "Besides, You can do so much better than him though."
She smiles at me and says, "His parents are dead now."
I nod, it helps with the thing a bit more. "Thanks."
She smiles at me and walks away.
I begin running off and see Stiles chasing Erica down the hall.
"It's him, isn't it?" Erica asks him.
"You told her!" I exclaim to him.
"He didn't have to, because you already did." Erica smirks at me.
"Damn," I mutter to myself. Epic fail.
"The test didn't work but it's still him." She says to herself. "It's Jackson."
Stiles and I look at each other, worried about it now that Derek knows.
"Look, Derek can't know about this," I tell her. "Not yet."
"Yeah, just because you got the alpha-bite-makeover doesn't mean you get to go around destroying people." Stiles scolds her.
"Why not?" Erica suddenly whips her curls around her face and turns to us. "That's all anyone ever did to me," Erica laughs to herself and says, "I used to have to have the worst crush in the world on you."
"Him?" I ask, pointing to Stiles, who stares at her dumbfounded.
"Yeah, him, you, Stiles." She tells him, staring directly at him. "And you never once noticed me," she sees him look ing over her shoulder confused. I follow his line of vision and I mask on a face of confusion myself. Erica, obviously annoyed with us, finishes, "Just like you're not noticing me right now."
"Erica…" I say, nodding over her shoulder. She turns and furrows her brows at water pools up under the door to the locker-room.
Scott gets thrown out and Jackson throws himself on top of him, a whirlwind of fists and beatings.
"Scott!"
"Stop!" I yell as Erica grabs Jackson and holds him against the wall while he squirms in rage. Stiles pulls Scott off the floor and restrains him as well.
"Knock it off right now!" Booms Harris from behind us. He stalks up at yells, "What the hell is going on?"
Allison, Scott, Stiles, Erica, Jackson and I all look at each other, asking each other what we should do.
No one answers and Matt interrupts by saying, "You dropped this," and handing the tablet to Allison. She takes it and Harris says, "Detention," he swings his arm around, finger pointing at all seven of us. "All of you, three o' clock."
Might as well have banished us to hell.
Thanks for all the reviews! Did you guys see Monday night's episode? No words can describe how much Allison made me mad, but I hope she comes back to the light side before Scott gets his heart broken like Derek did. And I totally ship Boyd and Erica! 3 Plus, Gerard better not hurt Stiles!
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