Chapter 16 - Fist Fight

BEACON HILL HIGH SCHOOL

''So what you're telling me is that the two clues we have on the identity of the alpha are our chemistry teacher and a necklace?'' Mickey asked to make sure he'd gotten everything right, he'd missed out on the hunt yesterday when Derek had gone after the alpha on his own and Scott and Stiles had saved his ass from getting impaled by both arrows and bullets.

His spasmodic friend was flipping through the pages in the math book, nodding to confirm that Mickey had all the facts right, ''And that's why we need your help.''

''To steal the necklace?'' apparently Allison owned the exact copy of the necklace they needed to find the alpha, Scott was gonna get it but as of lately the poor guy didn't have much contact with the girl.

''You don't have to steal it,'' Stiles corrected as he flipped over to the next page in the book, ''She's your girlfriend, just ask her if you can borrow it.''

That could have worked if he actually had a good reason, ''And if she asks me why I want it?''

''Just tell her you to want it for some project or something,'' the buzz-cut haired teen said with a shrug, Mickey frowned.

''I ain't doing it,'' he finally said as he leaned his head on his knuckles, his elbows resting on top of the surface of the desk as his pale green eyes focused on the board.

''Why not!?'' Stiles exclaimed making all the students glance in their direction, Mickey just kept his eyes on the board in front of the classroom.

''Because I actually love that girl and that necklace means a lot to her,'' he said as he finally turned to face his friend, ''If I'm gonna get that necklace I'll have to tell her the truth and I can't do that.''

They fell into silence after that, both of them pretending to focus on their studies all while their minds were somewhere else. Things were steadily going downhill and it was straining on their friendship, Mickeys' loyalty had been split between his friends and Allison and he was struggling to weight it out evenly.

A heavy sigh brought him back to reality, his pale green eyes glancing at his friend who seemed ready to just walk out the room from boredom, ''Jackson found out about Scott.''

''What?'' Mickey didn't believe it, ''How?''

''Don't know,'' Stiles shrugged, his hand fiddling with a pencil as he nervously looked around the room, ''But that seems to be all he's figured out, he's been getting closer to Allison to get under Scotts' skin.''

''Closer as in friends or..?'' he asked, fist clenched as he realized that he'd let Jackson too close for comfort.

The bell suddenly rang and the both of them gathered their stuff, Stiles hesitated as he slung his bag over his shoulder, ''You need to start drawing lines, for yours and everyone else's sakes.''

SCHOOL CAFETERIA

Scott - You can hear me? You can, can't you?

''Mickey!'' Allison called from one of the tables, Mickey smiled as he took the food he'd gathered from the counter and headed over to the beautiful girl that had saved him a seat.

Looking for me, McCall? I'm right here. So what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful?

''Hey,'' he greeted as he kissed her cheek, he then gave a nod and smile in Lydia's direction before he sat down.

You're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?

''Did you go home yesterday?'' Allison asked as he picked up a piece of fried chicken, her beautiful coffee brown eyes watching him intently.

I'll bet my new co - captain's gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you?

''Yea, what were you up to?'' he kept it vague, quickly changing the question so he wouldn't have to go in deep about his home. Allison smiled knowingly but didn't comment on it, she knew enough not to ask.

I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want.

She glanced at Lydia, the strawberry blond seemed to be deeply focused on her phone, ''I was with Jackson.''

I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her.

He'd been trying to ignore the nagging voice in his head ever since he arrived in the cafeteria but the last word made him look up, his eyes focusing in on Jackson as his fists clenched. The male had moved away from their table to the wall, hidden from stray ears as he taunted Scott with his words. Mickey had chosen to ignore them as they'd only been empty threats but things had gotten personal, it wasn't some stupid childish threats anymore.

''Is that so? I didn't know you guys were getting along,'' he said absently, his jaw clenched as he tried to act naturally in front of the girls. Allison gave him a weird look, noting his tenseness but was distracted by Lydia.

And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body. I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do, and, Scott, she's gonna beg for more. I'll bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer. How are you gonna feel, Scott - When she's screaming my name?

He didn't have the time to think it over before he suddenly was on his feet, his feet taking him across the room in fewer steps than he'd ever thought. His fist clenched as he swung his arm, the feeling of bones hitting bones and the most satisfying sound as his fist collided with Jacksons' jaw. Girls screamed in horror as the captain of the lacrosse team hit the floor, blood being spit from his mouth as he'd most likely bit his tongue.

''You done?'' Mickey snarled down at him, his pale green eyes set in a dark glare as he dared the other male to say anything more.

Glaring right back, Jackson spat out some of the blood on the floor before using his shirt to wipe away the rest, ''What's your problem Jagger!?''

Ignoring the exclaim, Mickey gripped the front of the other's shirt before leaning down closer, ''If you ever talk about her like that again, I'll kill you.''

''Mickey!'' Allison exclaimed making him let go, she sounded horrified over his action but he didn't care. As she made it help the male, Mickey gripped her hand to stop her. She looked at him but Mickey kept his glare at Jackson, making sure the image stuck in the other males' eyes.

''He'll be fine,'' Mickey finally snarled before leading the both of them out of the cafeteria.

SCHOOL CORRIDOR

''Mickey! Wait! What's going on with you?'' Allison called as Mickey dragged her down the corridor, her words telling him to stop but she did nothing to get out of his light grip.

He didn't answer as he took a sudden turn, his arm swinging her in front of him before he maneuvered her back against the wall. His arms coming to rest against the wall on either side of her head, his lips meeting hers. She tensed but soon relaxed, letting out a gentle sigh as she let him do as he pleased.

Their lips parted, their eyes locked in an intense stare as he finally leaned back, ''I'm sorry if I scared you.''

She watched him in silence, her eyes scanning his face. Her hand gently cupped his cheek, a gentle smile stretching her lips, ''Why did you do that?''

''Do you trust me?'' he suddenly asked making her stop her movement, she frowned at the sudden question but the pure look in his dull green eyes made her nod. It made him smile, a goofy grin she'd come to adore.

''Is your hand alright?'' she suddenly asked as she gripped his wrist, gently bringing his hand in front of her so she could study it. She let her eyes roam over every inch of the hand, watching the smooth skin as it fleshed with his fingers. Not even a bruise, she kissed his palm.

''I'm fine,'' he assured her as he brushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, ''I guess Lydia's gonna hate me now.''

''Lydia's special, I don't think you need to worry,'' Allison reassured him as they shared a knowing look, Lydia was indeed a special girl. Her smile slowly faded, her expression turning more serious, ''You don't want me to see him anymore.''

It put him on the spot, he'd promised both himself and her that he wouldn't be that boyfriend who ruled over her social life. He'd stepped back when she wanted to be friends with Scott despite his feelings for the girl but could he do the same with Jackson? That guy was a jerk but he wasn't treating her badly, it was just his motives that made it all so false. Mickey couldn't hurt Allison like that, she didn't know about Jacksons' other side and Mickey couldn't tell if the jerk's actions towards Allison was actually genuine or fake.

''I don't care, we've settled our beef,'' he finally said, he'd made sure Jackson knew who the beautiful girl belonged to and not to mess with her.

She watched him for a moment, a slight frown on her brows as she tried to read him. Mickey just smirked, kissing her lips before fully backing away from her. He was almost all the way by the end of the corridor when he stopped, his hand held out for her to follow him. She hesitated but then chuckled, pushing herself away from the wall as she headed over to grab his hand.

SCHOOLS' SWIMMING POOL

Seated by the pool, legs in the water as he sat on the edge. He watched as Allison swam towards him, the image of a mermaid entering his brain as he watched her. She was a good swimmer, a natural compared to him who could barely keep himself floating.

''You're like a dolphin,'' he said as she came to a stop in front of him, her arms resting on his upper legs making him shiver from the cold water against his skin.

She smiled at the compliment, ''You sure you don't wanna join me?''

''I'm like a cat near water,'' he excused with a lame shrug, ''I don't like getting wet.''

''You're such a weirdo,'' she chuckled making him smile, he found her adorable whenever she smiled like that, ''Lydia asked me if I was gonna come to the game tonight.''

''Yea? So what did you answer her?'' he asked not really that into the whole lacrosse sport, he usually only went to support Scott and Stiles.

''I said I was gonna ask you,'' she said, looking up at him with glittering eyes and he instantly knew what she was trying to do.

Leaning down, he gently kissed her on the lips, ''It's Stiles first time on the first line, have to support my buddy.''

''My dad and Kate are gonna be there,'' she'd closed her eyes during the kiss, slowly opening them to stare into his pale greens, ''You can sit with us.''

Humming out an agreement, he pushed himself to his feet before leaning down to help Allison out of the pool. He then picked up his towel and wrapped it around her body, she smiled as she leaned up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

SCHOOLS' LACROSSE FIELD

''Where are you man, the game's about to start?'' Mickey exclaimed into the speaker, his dull green eyes looking around the field for his buzz-cut haired friend. Stiles was the only reason he'd went to the game, he actually hated lacrosse.

His friend made a frustrated sound on the other end of the phone, ''I know! But I have to figure this out, I'll be there as fast as I can!''

''Do I even wanna know what you're up to?'' Mickey asked as his eyes found Allison, she was seated on one of the bleachers with her father and aunt.

''Me and Derek found out the identity of the one who messaged Allison at school that night with the alpha,'' Stiles sounded both excited and uncomfortable at the same time, his tone hesitant making Mickey frown.

He waved at Allison who smiled brightly at the sight of him, ''So? Who was it?''

''Melissa,'' he spoke so quietly that Mickey first thought he'd misheard the guy, his steps faltering as his frown grew deeper.

''Scott's mom? That doesn't make sense,'' he said as he came to a stop beside the bleacher, sending a calming smile in Allisons' direction as she sent him a worried gace as she took in his posture.

''I know! That's why me and Derek are heading to the hospital to figure this out, don't tell Scott,'' Derek' voice suddenly sounded in the background and Stiles said a quick goodbye, Mickey didn't even manage to get a word out before the call had been cut.

Sighing, Mickey pocketed the phone before heading up the bleacher towards Allison. He greeted her father and aunt with a small smile before he slumped down beside Allison, instantly grabbing her hand as she rested her head against his shoulder.

''Is something wrong? You looked worried down there,'' she asked while tilting her head so their eyes could meet, genuine worry showing in her warm brown eyes as she studied his expression.

He chuckled at her cute expression, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead, ''It's nothing.''