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Next chapter concludes this episode and the rest of the season will definitely pick up after that. SPOILERS: more STARLIE to come, as well as some important DELTA LORE and of course, some cousin conversations between our favorite (least favorite this season) Alpha and our Charlie.
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FOURTEEN: STAYING UP
Sitting in Beacon Hills High School's library, head propped up in my hands as my heavy eyes stared blankly down at an economics textbook, I felt myself nodding off.
Still completely on edge from everything that was going on, as well as fearing that any quick nap I took could send me back into such an uncontrollable, nightmarish fit, I continued to anxiously bounce my leg.
Stay awake, Charlie.
Just stay awake until we can figure everything out.
Words on the page growing blurrier and blurrier, I blinked and fought a yawn, but after another purely exhausting minute had passed, I couldn't hold it in anymore.
Mouth opening up, eyes clenched shut, I blindly felt around the table for my extra large cup of black coffee. Lifting the now cold beverage, I gulped down three large mouthfuls and let out a low sigh, only to notice that Allison was intently watching my every move.
"Study guide that bad, huh?" she asked, small dimpled smirk spreading across her porcelain face.
Barely giving the sheet of paper Lydia had given me and the brunette a cursory glance, I wearily nodded my head and attempted to seem like the upcoming econ exam was the only troubling thing on my mind.
"Well suck it up," Allison then commanded, clearly attempting to sound stern. "You need to study, cause you keep tanking these tests and you won't be a junior next year."
Understanding just how true that threat actually was, I couldn't bring myself to feign concern anymore.
It was ridiculous!
For God's sake there was a war going on between werewolf packs, deadly hunters waiting around every corner, and a murderous Kanima controlled by some evil mastermind! School was not my top priority by any means, and I simply couldn't fathom how it could be anyone else's.
Chuckling despite myself, I sarcastically gasped: "Oh no! You mean… h-held back?"
Pursing her lips, Allison shot me a look and shook her head: "I'm being serious."
Staring back at her deep brown eyes, I exhaled and slumped further into my seat: "Okay, okay," I grumbled, sourly forcing my attention back onto the strawberry blonde's copious notes.
We had been sitting here for about twenty minutes all ready, waiting for Scott and Stiles to meet us for our secret rondevu, and study hall was almost over. We needed to discuss how to best handle this whole Jackson situation, but with Gerard's security system and Mrs. Argent acting as the newest school secretary, the four of us had to avoid publically meeting.
Deafening clock across the room ticking away, every second sounded like a hammer pounding against my sensitive eardrums.
The full moon was just around the corner, my senses were unbearably heightened, and because I was all ready so anxious about pretty much everything, saying that I was on high alert was a vast understatement.
Impatient and on edge, I drummed my fingers on the table as I skimmed the same paragraph for the zillionth time.
This was so stupid!
Screw this test, screw coach, and screw school! I didn't have the time or energy for this!
Blood pressure rising, I felt my chest tightening. Then, my slender fingers got stuck on the rough, wooden surface.
Furrowing my brows, I glanced from the useless textbook to my hand, only to find that my skin was stained blood red and my razor sharp claws were wedged into the tabletop.
Heart nearly stopping, my wide eyes shot around the silent library, and luckily found that no one had yet to notice this unsettling sight.
Panic surging throughout my entire body, I tried to wiggle my hand free as nonchalantly as possible, whilst a hot flash set on. Sweat forming on my brow, I stared down at the pool of thick, crimson blood spreading across the table from my trembling claws.
"Charlie?" Allison apprehensively spoke up.
Glancing up from the disturbing sight to the brunette's confused and slightly unnerved expression, I opened my mouth, but before I could voice that it wasn't my fault and I couldn't control or explain what was happening, I looked back down only to find a completely clean human hand.
Quickly yanking my arm off the table, I knew that Allison couldn't have missed just how badly my fingers were twitching.
Completely embarrassed, I avoided her piercing gaze as my frustrated and ashamed eyes began burning.
What the Hell was wrong with me?
Long, stiff silence befalling us, I tightly gripped my knee in an attempt to steady my quaking hand.
Then, unable to contain herself any longer, the beautiful human softly asked: "Are you gonna tell me what's going on with you?"
Uncomfortable high-pitch laugh escaping my lungs, I did my best to play dumb: "What do you mean? Nothing's going on."
Rightfully unimpressed by my poor acting, the brunette wasn't going to let me brush her off anymore.
"Charlie, you're not eating, you're clearly not sleeping, and you're jumpy," she listed her observations.
"Maybe I should lay off the caffeine," I dodged her yet again, coyly sipping my coffee with a crooked smirk.
Not amused in the slightest, Allison prodded some more: "Something's wrong. Even Scott and Stiles have noticed it."
Falling silent once again, we stared at one another for a good long minute, but once I realized she was not going to back down or stop, I tried a different approach.
"I'm fine."
"Look, you're my best friend, okay? You sit here for hours listening to me complain about my relationship problems, but you won't tell me what's going on with you?" her voice and expression were almost pleading.
Twinge of guilt tugging at what little heart strings I did have, I contemplated filling her in, but the longer I looked at the kind, noble girl, the more I was certain it would be best to keep her out of this.
"It's complicated," I averted my eyes, knowing just how offended she would feel.
But rather than being dejected, Allison pressed on: "I'm from a family of hunters, best friends with a werewolf and whatever Lydia is, and let's not even mention Scott or Jackson…"
Nodding my head despite myself, I had to give that to her.
"So trust me, I get complicated," she raised her brows as she finished.
"Seriously, we all got a lot going on. It's nothing," I stubbornly kept my guard up, hoping she'd at least realize it was to protect and not hurt her.
"You do understand that I know you well enough to see when you're lying, right?" the human proved to be equally hardheaded.
Still unwilling to just drag another friend into the hectic mess that was my life, I simply leaned back in my chair and defiantly kept quiet.
Sighing, the brunette finally gave in: "Fine, but if you're not gonna tell me, you have to tell someone, because whatever's making you act like this…"
"I did," I cut her off, my voice low and solemn.
"W-what?" she blinked.
"I did tell someone, and now they probably think I'm nuts," I shared, thinking back on how truly terrifying last night had to have been for Stiles.
"Who thinks your nuts? Who did you tell?" she demanded, eyes wide.
"It's not like I wanted to!" I grumbled, feeling absolutely stupid for being so vulnerable in front of the dork.
"Charlie…"
"I mean I can't control if I get night terrors," I continued my personal rant, completely forgetting that I actually had a captivated audience for once.
"You told Stiles?" she exclaimed, leaning forward with a surprised yet somewhat relieved expression.
Oh crap…
Face growing hot, I felt my mouth go dry.
"I was fricken screaming bloody murder," I attempted to seem removed from the entire situation. "I couldn't not tell him." Voice then dropping, I reflected aloud: "I'm just glad his dad wasn't home."
"What happened?" she asked, tone gentler, as if she had picked up on how mortified I actually was.
Temper flaring, I snapped rather loudly: "I made myself look like a psycho, that's what happened!"
Entire student population in the library suddenly glaring at our table for the disruption, I felt my cheeks flush even more.
Sitting deeper into my chair, Allison and I paused our conversation and stared back down at our books, but soon the young huntress whispered: "He does not think you're a psycho."
"Okay, maybe not a psycho, but dangerous, sure…"
"Oh come on," she giggled, obviously finding me overdramatic.
"I'm not kidding, Allison," I watched her bright smile fade the second she realized just how visibly distraught I was. "I… I could've hurt him… or worse…"
Voice trailing off, I felt my eyes beginning to well up again.
Reaching across the table, Allison took my one free hand and lightly squeezed it: "But you didn't. He's fine."
"Yeah," I bitterly scoffed at her attempt to reassure me. "For now…"
Shaking my head, I could no longer hide how disgusted I was with myself: "I just… I just can't believe I lost control like that. I thought I was getting better."
"You are! You're doing so well, and we're so proud of you," she sincerely confessed.
"Yeah, well you shouldn't be," I spat darkly. "I'm one nightmare away from losing it."
Brows furrowed, the huntress asked somewhat nervously: "Losing what?"
Looking gravely into her piercing brown eyes, I muttered: "My mind. The people I care about. Everything."
"That's not gonna happen," she confidently proclaimed, as if swearing an oath to me. "I won't let it."
Sensing how serious she was about this, I felt humbled by her loyalty and bravery, however I also understood that I didn't deserve such a selfless friend.
I was a magnet for bad luck, and I always managed to destroy everything and everyone I ever cared about.
Well, I wasn't putting anyone else in harm's way because of me…
"No. I all ready got Stiles involved, and that's bad enough," I reflected remorsefully.
Brown eyes burning brightly, Allison's expression and tone were beyond empathetic: "You don't need to handle everything by yourself, Charlie."
"Actually I do," I stated harshly, self-loathing dripping off of my words. "Cause the second I let someone in, the second someone tries to help me, they wind up in the hospital, and that's on a good day."
"That's not fair…"
"No, what's not fair is that I'm dragging you all down with me," my low voice shook with resentment as burning tears began clouding my vision. "What's not fair is that if I slip up… just one time… and I let go, I could kill any one of you… and I'd like it," I admitted the bleak reality of my darker, uncontrollable side. "One mistake and you or Scott or Stiles…"
Words abruptly stopping as the image of my wolf form slaughtering the one person I ever truly loved, I felt a lump growing in my throat.
"No," I hoarsely murmured. "I just need to distance myself before someone else gets hurt. I just need to find another anchor and…"
Single tear escaping my now wide eyes, I immediately stopped speaking once I realized what had just come out of my mouth.
Furiously wiping my burning cheek, I looked away from Allison's knowing face.
Catching a small grin tugging at the corner of her lips, I knew there would be no denying what I had just inadvertently disclosed.
Silently staring at my extremely embarrassed and flustered form, the human's smirk merely grew wider and wider as I tried to get back to studying.
Hand still resting on my own, she squeezed it and said with a soft voice: "You need to tell him."
Quickly pulling my hand away, I tried to look as puzzled as possible, but as the girl raised her brows at me, I dropped the naïve façade and feebly muttered: "I-it would never work. I mean, it couldn't work…"
Gazing at my pathetically disheartened expression, Allison gently offered: "You don't know that."
"Oh, but I do," I had regained some of my usual amount of impassiveness: "I mean, he's been in love with Lydia for over a decade, and you know what? Good for him. He deserves normal… or whatever the Hell she is…"
"He's not in love with her. Not really," the brunette brushed some curls out of her face. "I think we both know that."
Acknowledging the fact that his infatuation with the queen bee was clearly more on a superficial level at this point, that brief second of hope was shattered by my cruel reality.
"Well he thinks he is, and I can't compete with that," I glumly stated.
"Who said it needs to be a competition?" Allison played Devil's advocate with me.
Growing more annoyed than depressed at this point, my tone became much more irritable: "You know it is. And I don't feel like being told I'm not good enough when I all ready know it, so this is the last conversation were having about it."
Taken aback by my extremely cynical statement, the kind-hearted huntress appeared almost sorry for me: "Charlie…"
"No, Allison," I fiercely cut her off, tone and expression utterly serious whilst I vehemently commanded, "You need to promise me this stays between us. You can't even tell Scott what I told you."
Visibly conflicted, I could tell how much Allison was opposed to my request, but I didn't give a damn. This was my sob story to bear, not hers, and I knew that even thinking about things working out between that gangly dork and I would only make me feel that much worse about myself.
I was fully aware that I had no shot with him.
I wasn't Lydia Martin, and I never would be.
There was no point getting my hopes up about the impossible, and my life was all ready too complicated to waste energy on something that would only leave me disappointed.
"Stiles is my best friend," I spoke slowly and evenly. "That's just how it's always gonna be, and I'm okay with it," I nodded, mostly to myself. "It's better this way."
Pausing, the lovely brunette gazed at my emotionless face for a while, only to somberly shake her head with a sigh: "Okay, whatever you want."
Looking back down at Lydia's notes, I tried to ignore Allison's probing eyes, which were still boring holes into my frowning face.
Heavy heart thumping loudly against my chest, I focused on the words on the page rather than how pitiful I must have seemed.
"They're here," the brunette thankfully whispered, and I could practically feel her laser beams shift off of me and onto the two teenagers shuffling into the library.
All four of us exchanging curt nods, Allison and I then gathered our things and coolly headed towards the reference section. Slowly moving down the musty aisles, I watched the human turn on her iPad and scroll through her files.
Sniffing the air, I caught both boys' scents and motioned for the girl to stop, and after pulling out a few encyclopedia volumes and throwing them onto another shelf, there was a small opening through which we could see them.
"Here," Allison casually passed the device through the hole, eyeing the ever-watching security camera as it momentarily scanned the opposite side of the library. "This is everything Lydia could translate, and trust me, she was very confused."
"Yeah, what'd you tell her?" Scott murmured, skimming the file whilst Stiles' craned his neck and peered over his shoulder.
"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," she grinned over how absolutely ridiculous that was, but as the pale dork and I exchanged glances, I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing.
"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stilinski stated, wide eyes looking from the stunned huntress to his sniggering best friend, expression one of puzzlement over how abnormal everyone thought it was.
Mystified brown eyes darting over to my slightly smirking face, I then shrugged and clarified with a tone of boredom: "He does…"
"O-oh, great," Allison awkwardly stated.
"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" McCall asked, getting us back onto the main topic.
"Not really," the beta's secret girlfriend shook her head. "But Stiles was right about the murderers."
"Yes!" the nerd exclaimed in sheer excitement, fist-pumping into the air.
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head and stole a look at the camera still scanning the room.
Nudging my best friend as it starting turning towards us, the brunette and I then grabbed random books and began flipping through them whilst she breathed: "It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who used the Kanima to execute murderers in his village…"
"All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad," Stiles muttered to Scott, offering his usual amount of optimism.
"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to," I recited, making his light brown eyes shoot over to my grave face.
Face falling a bit, he then ran an anxious hand over his short brown hair: "All bad, all very, very bad."
Brown eyes just as dark as her low voice, Allison added: "Here's the thing, though. The Kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be…"
"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it," Scott read from Lydia's translation, finishing the huntress' sentence.
"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself," Stiles said sarcastically.
Chuckling a bit to myself, I caught Allison's quick glance and shut right up.
"What if… what if it has something to do with his parents?" Scott suddenly asked.
Completely lost, I furrowed my brows and asked: "His parents?"
Leaning closer to me, the brunette explained: "His real parents."
"Wait, he's adopted?" I repeated, mostly to myself before sardonically mumbling: "That explains a lot…"
"Does anybody actually know what happened to them?" McCall looked around at the three of us.
"Lydia might," Stiles mused out loud, causing the brunette to, yet again, glance my way.
Pretending to be engrossed in the conversation at hand, Scott thankfully continued on: "What if she doesn't know anything?"
"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him myself," Allison ventured.
"Okay, what do I do?" Scott nodded.
"You have a make-up exam, remember?" the huntress tentatively reminded the werewolf, but when the tan teen opened his mouth to argue with her, she quickly said: "Promise me…"
Staring deeply at her glistening, yet stern brown eyes, Scott then looked to both Stiles and I for help, but both of us simply turned away, not willing to be dragged into some romantic dispute.
Face extremely conflicted, I could almost feel the worry radiating off of McCall as he leaned closer to the shelf and dropped his voice: "If he does anything, you run the other way."
"I can take care of myself," the brunette's lovely face broke out into a small, reassuring smile.
"Allison," Scott pushed his concerned head even further into the hole. "If you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything…"
"Like?" she cocked a brow, challenging him.
"Anything!" he hissed, not appreciating her acting so calm about cornering the highly erratic Kanima: "Weird or bizarre, or just anything…"
"Anything evil!" Stiles' head suddenly popped right through the opening so that his animated face was now in our aisle.
Impatiently pushing his face back rather roughly with my hand, the dork grumbled against my palm: "Ah! Ow!"
"I got free period soon, so I can just wait around the corner if anything happens," I offered to McCall, hoping to ease his mind.
Still rubbing his previously squashed face, Stiles quickly spoke up: "Nope. No can do."
"What?" I demanded, and even the once relieved beta seemed confused.
"Scott's not the only one practically failing out of school," Stilinski explained rather strictly, and for a split-second, the dweeb sounded and looked exactly like his father.
"But…"
"You promised you'd do that calculus extra credit," the lanky teen persisted.
Glancing at the young couple to speak up on my behalf, they merely remained silent.
Growling in sheer frustration, I grumbled sourly: "Fine."
Then, in a thoroughly fowl mood about being put on the sidelines for such a dumb reason, I grumpily huffed, blew some hair from my unhappy face, and turned on my heel.
"Wait! Don't you need my notes?" Stiles called, rushing after me.
Spinning back around, my gaze went from both inquisitive boys in one aisle to Allison's knowing one in the adjacent row.
Shooting me a highly disapproving look, the brunette shook her head, wordlessly telling me not to do it, but as a wicked grin spread across my face, I devilishly replied: "Oh, I've all ready got a study buddy."
Taking in Allison's frowning face, McCall's dumb one, and finally Stilinski's highly curious one, I then flipped my hair and slinked away from my three friends, faintly hearing the stunned, pale-faced boy ask: "Study buddy? With who?"
Body being held up against the chalk board of an empty classroom, Greenberg's hands firmly held my rear as we continued to hungrily make out.
Bodies in sync, hips pressed tightly against one another's, I aggressively pushed him back into the teacher's chair.
"Holy crap," the Irish teen grinned up at me, his navy eyes gleaming with arousal.
Trying to block out his words, I simply blew some tangled raven hair from my face and straddled him, wanting to be in the moment rather than think.
Nipping at the lacrosse team's longest standing bench player's swollen bottom lip, Kyle let out a low grunt, but I just kept on ignoring him.
Hands assertively traveling up his firm, panting chest, I left a trail of hot kisses down his slightly perspiring neck, and as I started unzipping his sweatshirt and yanked it off, the damned kid tried to talk again.
"C-Charlie," he breathlessly spoke up, however I promptly grinded my rump on his crotch, sending his pulse through the roof.
Instantly yanking me back down, our lips crashed into each other's as I pulled off his shirt.
"Um, Charlie, wait," he muttered almost guiltily.
"What?" I sighed in utter vexation, running my hand through my hair as I stared down at the teenager's conflicted face.
"Are, ugh, are you okay?"
Temper flaring, I could barely keep my cool.
I mean how many people were going to ask me that question today?
It was infuriating!
"Why wouldn't I be okay?" I inquired testily.
Shifting uncomfortably under my intense gaze, the Irish teen tried to explain: "W-well I mean, you've been M.I.A. for a while…"
"I've been busy," I replied evenly, leaning back in to keep my distraction quiet, but he had other ideas.
"Okay, but you've also been acting weird."
Grumbling, I struggled to maintain my composure.
"Maybe I got a lot on my mind," I raised my brows.
Examining my expressionless face for a moment or two, Greenberg wrongly warranted my words as an invitation to further this pointless conversation: "Wanna talk about it?"
Deep crease sitting between the freckled boy's brows, I knew that he was being sincere, so it felt wrong snapping at him like I would under any other circumstance.
Deciding to take a more tangential approach at getting him to finally stop pestering me and just drop it, I swiftly pulled off my white V-neck tee and responded simply: "Does it look like I wanna talk about it?"
Dark blue eyes immediately shooting down to my black lace bra, Kyle swallowed hard, only to rush right back into our hook up session.
Thoroughly relieved and much less frustrated, the tall teen quickly stood, hoisting me up with him as I wrapped my legs around his waist, and blindly sat me on the empty desk.
Heart pounding against my chest as our steamy affair progressed, I tried to just let myself be in the moment and forget everything.
I needed an escape.
I needed to turn my brain off and simply block out the disaster that was my life.
Passionately going at it, I felt his hands exploring every inch of my body, and I had to say, for once Greenberg seemed to know what he was doing; however, there was a small part of me that knew this wasn't what I wanted… or who I wanted…
Attempting to push this nagging thought from my brain, I simply immersed myself in returning Kyle's amount of enthusiasm, but the closer his hands moved to my black high waisted shorts, the louder that internal voice got.
The way his hands were so assertively groping my body, the rough kisses, it was all what I usually got off on, and it felt great.
So why did it feel so wrong?
Why did I suddenly want something gentler and sweeter?
And as Greenberg's large, rather calloused hand randomly grabbed my own, I instantaneously tensed up.
This wasn't the hand I wanted to hold…
BANG!
Startling crash erupting out of nowhere, I shoved Kyle away, my eyes wide, feeling slightly unnerved.
"What?" the human obviously didn't hear the noise remotely as loud as I had. "It's probably just the janitor or something."
Ears peeled, I sensed that something, somewhere within Beach Hills High School was about to go wrong, but before I could even try to venture a guess, Greenberg dove back into it.
Barely getting another few kisses in, however, there was another deafening shattering noise, followed by a loud grunt that sounded quite familiar.
Pulling away, now Kyle was peeved, but I didn't care.
That was definitely not the janitor, and as the kid whined a bit, I then picked up on the agitated whimper of Allison Argent.
Hopping right off the desk, I gruffly pushed the highly confused Greenberg back, only to throw on my shirt and gather my things.
"Wait! Where are you going?" his strained voice demanded, but by that time I was halfway out the door.
Heeled booties clacking down the hallway, I quickly weaved in and out of the throngs of mindless teenagers droning about.
Rounding the corner, I knew I had heard those sounds from across the school, and I was so preoccupied with finding out what had happened, I barely picked up on the fact that the Irish teenager was still chasing after me.
"You can't tell Derek, okay? 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 destroying people," I faintly heard Stilinski's voice in the direction I was heading.
Socially inept as always, I rudely knocked into a group of juniors, only to disregard their loud swears and cusses without a second thought.
"Why not? That's all anybody ever used to do to me," Erica Reyes' voice was the next to speak up, and as I made my way further down the packed corridor, I spotted them standing toe-to-toe.
"I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles, and you never once even noticed me," her dark brown eyes took in his surprised face whilst my stomach knotted.
Frown growing even more pronounced, I tried to let the flirtatious girl's words roll off my shoulders, but soon I caught another, much louder thud.
Caramel eyes darting around the hallway, I instantly knew Stiles had heard the commotion as well, and as his gaze landed on my rapidly approaching form, a pouting Erica huffed: "Just like you're not noticing me now…"
"Move," I monotonously commanded, pushing right through the pair of them.
Bitching under her breath, Erica took a moment or two to catch on to what was happening, but as her precious Stiles rushed after me, the new beta evidently decided that it would be worth following us.
Turning the sharp corner towards the boys' locker-room, Stilinski asked me what was going on, but before I could answer, the door flew open, with none other than a soaking wet Scott McCall sliding across the floor and landing right at my feet.
"Scott!" Stiles yelped, quickly jumping to his best friend's side.
Then, a half-naked and equally drenched Jackson leapt out, eyes dangerous as he went after the heavily panting Scott. Yanking the tan teen away just in time as Erica held back the irate blonde co-captain, a visibly shaken Allison ran out from the locker-room, shouting: "Guys, stop!"
Hectic fight dangerously progressing whilst a helpless Allison continued to yell, I knew Stiles was barely holding on to the thrashing Scott, and even Erica could scarcely restrain Jackson.
Stepping forward, I stuck both arms out in a last ditch effort to keep both unnaturally strong teens apart, but once I heard the sounds of few quickly approaching people, I knew we would have witnesses within seconds.
Mind and heart racing, I then did the only thing I could think of to keep this massive blowout from escalating any further.
Hands aggressively grabbing both teens' pulsating necks, I wrenched them from their prospective captors, only to slam both lacrosse captains' thick skulls against one another.
Loud 'crack' practically echoing throughout the flooded hallway, we all watched both stunned and moaning boys stagger backwards, clutching their pain-filled but much calmer faces.
Feeling somewhat satisfied, my small moment of pride was soon interrupted by none other than Mr. Harris.
"What the Hell is going on?" he demanded, eyeing all of us harshly, but once he saw a livid McCall and Whittemore getting ready for round two, he bellowed: "Hey! Enough! What do you idiots think you're doing?"
Eyes scanning the small group of gawking students now milling around, I couldn't blame them for being in awe of the sheer destruction spilling out from the boys' locker room.
I mean, the place was an absolute mess…
"Jackson! Mr. McCall! You two wanna explain yourselves?" the most hated teacher in Beacon Hills High School demanded.
Blinking a bit as they took in how big of a scene they had created, I sensed the regret and embarrassment radiating off of both teenagers, but soon I heard Matt's voice.
"You, ugh, you dropped this," he handed Allison's iPad back to the equally speechless girl.
Eyes then drifting over to Greenberg's own, staring navy eyes, Mr. Harris continued: "You, and you… no, actually all of you," his voice quaked angrily, "All seven of you!"
All of seven of us?
Thoroughly confused and slightly alarmed, I felt my own stomach knot whilst I heard Stilinski let out an audible groan.
Gaze drifting over to Mr. Harris' incensed face, the man glowered at the whole group of us, finger quivering as he pointed at Erica, Allison, Stiles, Matt, and my own dumbstruck face.
"Detention! Three o'clock!"
About to open my mouth and argue with the idiotic teacher, I then felt Allison's warning stare, commanding me to keep quiet, and as we all silently watched the furious chemistry instructor turn on his heel and push through the crowd of loudly whispering onlookers, I could only cross my arms and let out a frustrated 'humph'.
Figures.
I try to help out, and I get detention…
"So, ugh, I guess we'll just have to pick up where we left off, huh?" Greenberg moved forward, impish grin plastered on his freckled face.
Feeling Argent, Reyes, and Stilinski's eyes shoot over to my face, my cheeks immediately grew hot whilst I tried to play off those loaded words as nonchalantly as possible: "Ugh yeah, we can, um, we can study more later."
Dimples growing even deeper, I knew that the kid was enjoying how flustered I looked, but as he gave me a brief nod and headed off to his next class, I tried my hardest to avoid everyone's intense stares.
Scott and Jackson still glaring at one another, Matt being as oblivious as always, and Allison now worriedly heading over to her secret boyfriend, all who was left to watch me stare down at my shoes were Erica and Stiles.
"You're studying… w-with him?" the pale nerd asked incredulously as my burning cheeks continued to grow redder and redder.
Pausing as I looked up from Erica's mildly amused expression to Stilinski's impatiently awaiting one, I didn't quite know what to say.
Scrutinizing gaze continuing to burn holes right into my face, I then decided to change the subject altogether: "That's really what you got from this entire situation?"
Now it was the eccentric human's turn to take a moment to think.
Caramel eyes taking in my raised brows, only to drift to the destroyed hallway and locker room, he merely shrugged: "Oh you mean the supernatural brawl in the middle of school, resulting in yet another detention with Harris? Yeah, not as bizarre as you and Greenberg being study buddies."
Biting my cheek so as not to smirk at his satirical remark, I shook my head, but soon all seven of us to fell into a thick, uncomfortable silence, for every single one of us were now undoubtedly dreading this upcoming afternoon.