"Can you believe that?" Stiles said, then took a sip of his coke. He had barely touched his lunch. Scott was staring at him, concerned.
"Stiles, I don't think you should contact those people again." Scott put down his burger, then leaned on the table as he looked out the window. "I mean, they sound really dangerous."
"Yeah, but it sounds like my dad is hiding things from me. I can't believe he wouldn't tell me about a mafia in Beacon Hills. This sounds like the biggest secret Beacon Hills has ever had," Stiles said, dipping a fry in his ketchup. "I know I probably shouldn't be interested but...I can't stop thinking about it, you know?"
"If it's true...what if he did kill his wife? Stiles, you could be talking with a serial killer. I don't care if he babysat for you, he's obviously crazy now." His friend shook his head as he reached over and took Stiles' pepsi, taking a chug from it before he put it back. "Thanks."
"Welcome. But shouldn't that be investigated? I mean, if he's a serial killer and he's raising this cute little innocent baby, don't you think someone should get involved?"
"Yeah. A social worker. Not you." Scott said straightforwardly, his expression serious. "Not you, Stiles." He pointed over towards a table nearby, and then mouthed something. Stiles narrowed his eyes.
"Wuh?" Stiles said as he turned around, thinking there was someone standing behind him. Instead he saw Sean Walcott and a couple of his friends staring at him. He turned back to Scott, then pointed to his back. "Is there something on my back? Did Jackson put another kick me sign on me?"
Scott got up and leaned on the table, looking at Stiles' back, then sat back down. "No, there's nothing on you, dude. The way they're looking is really damn creepy." He picked up his burger, then bit into it. "...It's making it hard to eat," He said with a mouthful. Stiles frowned as he turned to look at Sean again, who finally looked away towards his phone.
"Walcott's on the lacrosse team, isn't he? Maybe I should ask him what the hell's on my back. Rude." Stiles mumbled, chomping on a few more fries before he finally looked over his shoulder again. There was Sean staring at him again. He looked back at the table, grabbing his tray and standing. "I'm done. Want to wander outside with me? We can hang out by my jeep."
"Yeah, probably better than hanging out in here. It's weird, Sean's usually keeps to himself, what the hell is up with him?" Scott followed Stiles as he walked over to the trashcan, dumping his food. Scott grabbed his burger and drink, then dumped the rest and followed his friend out the door. Stiles reached in his pocket, digging for his keys. When he found them, he jogged a bit quicker with a coke bottle in one hand and his keys in the other.
"So guess who asked me about math today," Stiles said as he headed towards his jeep, not waiting for Scott to respond. "Lydia Martin. I finally knew something Lydia Martin didn't." He felt a painful feeling in his chest from an unrequited crush he had for the last several years, but he didn't want to tell Scott about it for fear it'd get back to Lydia. He reached his car, starting to turn, when he realized Scott wasn't behind him.
"Scott?" He said out loud, confused. Then he felt something heavy hit the back of his head, and everything went dark.