SAMANTHA STILINSKI

We all filed into the library at three on the dot. There were four large tables in the library. Matt and Jackson sat at the table farthest from the entrance. All the rest of us sat at the one next to it.

"I-I've never had detention before," Addie whimpered.

"Don't worry, Addie," I comforted her. "Mr. Harris gives out detention to people like it's nothing. We're not going to do anything anyway. You'll be fine."

She gave me a small smile which I returned.

"We can't be in detention together," Jackson piped up, looking at our table. "I have a restraining order against these tools."

"All of these tools?" Mr. Harris asked.

"No. Just us tools," Stiles rolled his eyes, motioning to himself, Scott, and Rae.

Little did he know that Addie and I also partially went along with the kidnapping, but I didn't feel the need to point that out.

"Fine. You guys, over there," Mr. Harris pointed to a table a couple feet away and Jackson gave him an incredulous look.

Addie and I stayed at the same table as Erica. Rae, Scott, and Stiles moved.

After Mr. Harris was distracted, Scott slammed his fists down on the table. "I'm gonna kill him."

Next to me, Addie flinched at Scott's anger.

"Scott, look at me," I commanded and he turned around to face me. "You're not going to kill him. Trust me, even I want to kill him. Even better, I want to destroy his Porsche with a bat so it could cause him endless amounts of suffering. That would be even worse than death and it would be totally epic and it could teach him that he shouldn't succumb to materialistic values-"

I noticed that the more words that spewed out of my mouth, the bigger Addie's eyes got.

" it could also teach him that he should not treat women like objects for his pleasure and I think it is totally unacceptable that he gets away with this stuff-"

"Sammy," Scott let out a laugh, stopping me from my rambling. "You're getting off topic."

I turned bright pink. I always ramble and I've been trying to stop. I sometimes get too passionate about things; I tend to go off on a tangent about them. It was even worse today because I was running off of caffeine.

"Sorry. Uh, back to my original point," I said. "You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him. And then we could ruin his car."

"He hurt you, Sammy. We should kill him."

"I agree," Rae crossed her arms over her chest and kicked her feet up onto the table.

"Rae!" Mr. Harris called. "Feet down!"

She grumbled profanities but reluctantly put her feet down.

When Mr. Harris was distracted again, I continued, "I don't want you to get hurt and do something you're going to regret in the future," I said. "Just please don't kill him. I don't want your future to get ruined because of this."

He turned to glare at Jackson, but at least he was more calm than he was before.

"Hey," Stiles said, looking in the direction of Jackson's table. "What if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing," Scott supplied.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself," Stiles inferred.

"Okay, Stiles," I said. "He may seem creepy and extra weird, but if he was the master, why would he make Jackson kill adults? Like if I were him, I would tell Jackson to kill the people who are mean to me."

"Sammy's right," Scott said.

"Like always," I sung out and Addie giggled.

Scott gave me a look.

"Sorry. It's the caffeine. You may continue."

He turned to Stiles. "He makes Jackson kill Addie's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep? It doesn't make sense."

Rae sat up in her chair. "He killed those people because he's evil! I'm on Stiles' side."

Stiles grinned and fist-bumped her. "It's 'cause you're smart."

"Smart?" I scoffed. "What's your gpa again?"

"Okay," Rae glared at me. "I'm street smart. It's the kind of smart that counts. Plus, Scott's on your team. So I don't think you should be throwing stones when you're in a glass house."

"I'm still here!" Scott said.

"Scott is…" I trailed off, trying to think of what I was going to say. "Scott is smart because he's on my side and he's special in his own way… I guess."

"I'm taking that as a compliment," Scott smiled.

"Okay, wolfie."

"What you said doesn't prove anything," Rae crossed her arms.

"Wow," Scott said, fake-hurt. "You're going against your own brother?"

"And friend," I added. "You guys just don't like Matt."

"The guy bugs me. I don't know what it is. Just look at his face," Rae said.

Everyone at our two tables, minus Erica, turned to look at Matt, who innocently offered Jackson some chips.

"Wow," I sarcastically said. "Such a valid argument. You guys should become lawyers and save the world!"

"We don't need your sass!" Stiles squinted.

"Well, Team Scammy has the support of Addie," I stated. "Hers is the only opinion that matters."

"No," Rae objected. "Team Riles has the support of Addie. Right, Addie? You cute thing, you."

We all turned to Adeline, expecting an answer.

"Addie," Scott started. "I'm the one that brought you home to us."

"And I fangirl over Harry Potter with you and I read you multiple bedtime stories. I also always give you great advice," I added.

"See," Scott said. "This is why Team Scammy is the best team."

I nodded in agreement.

"Addie," Rae said. "I'm like your way cooler, older sister and I always give you candy."

"I let her eat candy in moderation!" I retorted. "It's going to ruin her health when she's old. I want her to enjoy her old age instead of drinking prune juice in a nursing home like you and Stiles are going to do."

"See what I mean?" Rae pointed to me.

Before I could argue, Stiles said, "And I'm your cool uncle Stiles who lets you do pretty much anything you want. You wanna choose Team Cool," he motioned to himself and Rae, "or Team Dork," he waved us off, making a face.

Adeline looked at us back and forth.

"Um… I'm gonna have to talk with Teddy about this," she said, turning her back to us to face her bear. "What's that? Oh… well, how am I supposed to tell them that? No, Teddy! I can't say that to them, that's rude!"

When Adeline turned back around, she gave us a sheepish smile. "Teddy says that he doesn't want me to be a third wheel, so I'm now on Team Tedeline!"

We all let out sighs of defeat.

"Would you guys be quiet?!" Erica hissed. "Trying to do homework here."

"Trying to care here," Rae retorted.

Erica was about to snap back when we suddenly heard some groans coming from Jackson.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Jackson said, getting up from his seat and heading for the door.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Harris stood up. "Hey, you don't look so good."

"I just need to get some water," Jackson told him and ran out of the room.

"No one leaves their seats," Mr. Harris told us before running after him.

Not even a second after the door shut, Scott and Stiles bolted up from their seats and came to sit on either side of Erica. Rae stayed where she was, frowning at the other two.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott told her.

"Maybe," Erica smirked, happy about knowing something we didn't.

Scott motioned for her to continue and she turned to look at Rae.

"Not until she apologizes for being a snarky bitch."

We all looked at Rae and her eyes widened.

"No way!" she protested.

"C'mon, Rae," I rolled my eyes. "Swallow your pride."

"Take one for the team," Scott pleaded with her.

"Do it for Team Riles," Stiles begged.

Rae glared daggers at Erica. Through grit teeth, she said, "I'm sorry for being a snarky bitch." She didn't sound like she meant it even a tiny bit.

Erica kept glaring at her.

"There, she said it. Now, talk," Scott commanded.

"It was a car accident," Erica gave in. "My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen."

Rae stood up and stood a seat at our table, now interested. "So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at eighteen?"

"Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," Stiles commented.

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything." Erica began typing away at her laptop.

Suddenly the intercom went off, Allison's mom's voice on the other end. "Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office."

We all sent questioning stares at Scott but he just shrugged.

"Good luck, Wolfie," I smiled.

"You're not going to let the nicknames stop?" Scott asked.

"Never in a million years," I let out a laugh.

Scott groaned at me and left to go to the office.

Two minutes after he left, Mr. Harris and Jackson trailed into the library looking shaken. Mr. Harris was so shaken that he didn't even notice everyone had switched tables. Or that one of his students were missing. Jackson sat down and Mr. Harris became distracted again.

"Here," Erica said and we all turned to look at her laptop.

"Whoa, look the dates," Stiles pointed.

"'Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death - 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995'," Rae read.

"Jackson's birthday is June 15th," I froze, looking at the others.

ADELINE LAHEY

We heard a commotion at the front of the library and saw Mr. Harris packing up. Detention must be over.

The rest of us started packing up but then Mr. Harris laughed.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the reshelving," he patted the carts of books and everyone groaned. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

He left.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"So what was that about?" Rae asked Scott when he came back.

His eyes were big. "You know, the usual. Mrs. Argent was threatening me for going out with Allison. By sharpening pencils. Trust me, it was horrible."

"I'll take your word for it," Stiles nodded. "Guess what Erica found out? Jackson's parents died a day before his birthday."

"What does that mean?" Scott frowned.

"It means he was born after his mom died. By c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body," Stiles told him.

Ew, that was so gross!

"So was it an accident or not?" Rae asked, not even bothering to help us shelve the books.

"The word all over the report is 'inconclusive'," Stiles told her.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth," Stiles nodded. "You know? It seeks out and kills murderers."

"But for Jackson? Or the person controlling him?" Sammy wondered.

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him," Scott said.

"He's not gonna like-" Sammy tried to stop him, but Scott went to go find Jackson anyway.

I looked around the library and noticed how quiet it was. Weird. It was loud a few minutes ago…

Suddenly all hell broke loose.

Light bulbs broke, books fell, peices of the ceiling came down, debris went everywhere. Everyone crouched to the ground, protecting their heads.

"Erica!" I heard Scott yell from a few aisles over.

Scott was thrown by Jackson, who looked half-kanima, at the cart in front of us and he quickly ran to take cover with us behind the bookshelf.

We watched as Jackson, all zombie-like, walked up to the chalkboard and started clumsily writing something. When he was done, his head lolled to the side so that we could see.

It read: "Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you."

He then jumped out of the window.

Scott started making his way up to the board when we heard an erratic panting noise. We turned to see Erica on the ground in the middle of the aisle, having a seizure.

"I thought she didn't have seizures anymore because she's a werewolf," I questioned.

Rae shrugged and her, Scott, and Stiles ran to Erica.

Sammy, on the other hand, ran to the photographer guy, Matt's limp body.

I stayed where I was and gripped Teddy, watching the mess in front of me.

Sammy felt Matt's pulse and called, "He's alive."

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital," Stiles told Scott.

"Derek - only to Derek," Erica panted.

"When we get her to the hospital-"

"To Derek. To Derek," Erica kept insisting.

"Go!" Sammy yelled. "I'll call an ambulance for Matt. Addie will stay with me. You three go."

"I can't leave you alone! What if Jackson comes back?" Scott said to her.

"Matt needs and ambulance and Erica needs Derek," Sammy yelled. "Both of them could die. Just please go!"

Rae, Scott, and Stiles carried Erica's body out of the room.

RAEGAN MCCALL

"Hold her up," Derek said and Stiles complied.

"Is she dying?" Stiles asked as Erica panted.

"She might, which is why this is gonna hurt." Derek bent her arm with a loud crack and I winced. Erica screamed in agony.

"You broke her arm!" Stiles exclaimed.

"It'll trigger the healing process. I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt." Derek pulled on her arm, blood started gushing out, and Erica screamed louder and suddenly got quiet.

"Stiles, you make a good Batman," she said, before passing out from the pain.

As Stiles held Erica, Derek walked out of the train with Scott and I right behind him.

"You know who it is," Scott said.

Derek sat down, facing us. "Jackson."

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?"

Derek nodded.

"I'm gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack. If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him."

"And?"

"And we do it my way."

Derek agreed and an awkward silence soon followed.

"Nice shirt," I blurted out, trying to relieve the silence.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Matches your eyes…"

His eyebrow stayed risen.

"You know what, I'm going to go join Stiles." I turned and walked away.

Jeez, when did I get as awkward as Sammy?