I stand with Scott and Stiles as the officers talk to Isaac, the new werewolf on the team.
"His father's dead. They think he was murdered." I watch with wide eyes as Stiles's dad leads Isaac away.
Stiles turns to Scott, "Are they saying he's a suspect?"
Without thinking I shake my defiantly, "No," Both Stiles and Scott look to me confused and I realize my mistake. They don't get how I'm hear them to know that. I stutter for a split second before letting the lie slip out, "I-I'm assuming their not. Why would he be a suspect?"
They both continue to stare silently and I hold my breath until Stiles rolls his eyes, "Uh, I don't know, maybe because he's a baby wolf?"
I let a silent sigh of relief leave my lips at the sound of Stiles' sarcasm. I nod my head pretending to think over his words. I ignore Scott as he continues to look at me suspiciously.
The group of police and Isaac finally leave the field. I cross my arms while my stress level rises filled with stress. So much freaking stress.
Stiles shrugs sarcastically, "Did either of you think of how they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours."
Scott looks at with him worry etched on his face, "Like, overnight?"
I nod along with them, "Which would mean he'd be there during the full moon."
Scott look between me and Stiles rapidly, "How good are these holding cells at holding people?"
Stiles shrugs thoughtfully, "People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good."
"Guys, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" We both nod and face the direction Isaac was being taken away. "He does."
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I sit between Stiles and Scott as Mr. Harris continues to write on the black board ahead of us.
I pull out my cellphone silently and hide it underneath the lab table in front of me. I peek at the two boys next to me and fortunately they are too wrapped up in their conversation to notice my actions. I quickly open a new message and type faster than the speed of light.
To: Alpha Broody
'Kinda sorta need to talk to you asap.'
Scott's voice brings my attention back from my phone as I slip it into my pocket again.
"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" I shrug and shake my head slowly. I had been thinking about that question for a while. There had to be some reasoning behind this and I'm still trying to ignore the annoyance I felt about the situation. I mean he could have just told me that he had sunken his werewolf alpha teeth into a guy at my school, right?
Hopefully his brooding ass texts me back before he turns another one of my peers into a supernatural creature of the freaking night.
Stiles shrugs also while speaking not so quietly, "Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."
"Maybe that's why he bit me. Except, you know, for the whole I'm not turning into a werewolf thing." Both boys turn and look at each other over my head before sadly looking down to me. I ignore their sad looks while writing Harris's words down in my notes.
Scott looks away slowly and thoughtfully, "Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?"
"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait," Stiles's stops shaking his pencil in his hands before turning in his stool to face Danny. "Hey, Danny. Where's Jackson?"
Danny looks up at the three of us, "In the principal's office talking to your dad."
Stiles gets his usual crazy eyes as he shakes his head wildly, "What? Why?"
"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." We all turn back around and look at each other.
"We gotta get to the principal's office."
I sigh realizing where this situation is going. Well, if it's gonna be any class, I'm glad it's this one.
Scott raises an eyebrow at the two of us, "How?"
They both look to me as I reach forward and rip a piece of paper quietly out of my notebook. I feel both of their confused stares as I crumple it up in my hands.
Harris's voice drones on from the front of the room as he continues to face the board, "Everyone please turn to page 73," making my move, I take the ball of paper and aim perfectly. The wad of paper hits its target, the center back of Harris's head. He turns around with fire in his eyes, "Who in the hell did that?"
Both Stiles and Scott point to me as I point to the two of them. I watch as Harris's nostrils flare in anger. Really glad I'm going to be missing this class.
"Stilinski, Argent, and McCall, principals office, now!"
I grab my bag and all three of us move out of the room. In seconds we're sitting in the chairs outside of the office. I lean back in the chair and let my eyes fall closed as the lack of sleep from last night finally hits me. I hear the sound of Jackson's voice from inside and it only angers me.
Apparently he didn't find the need to tell anyone that Issac's dad was beating the crap out of him.
Jackass.
I almost understand why Issac would take the chances of getting bit. I'm sure he felt like he had no control or power in his life and being a werewolf gives you that. Well, maybe not so much control wise, but definitely power.
I sit up as the door to the office opens and I send Stiles's dad a bright smile as he walks out. I hold back a laugh as Stiles jumps and pulls a magazine in front of his face, trying unsuccessfully to hide.
"Hi Scott, Abby." I send him a wave as he rolls his eyes at his son and moves down the hallway. We all watch as him and another deputy leave, but the sound of a deep voice behind me makes me turn in my seat.
My blood runs ice cold as I see my supposed grandfather standing in the office doorway, "Hello, boys. Abigail," His dark eyes hold mine and he takes a step back from the entry way, "Come in."
I don't stand as Scott and Stiles do, but I'm forced to when they each grab one of my hands and pull me up. I keep my eyes on the ground as we walk into the office and take a seat.
Gerard, supposed grandfather, sits at the desk in front of us as he reads from a file in his hands, "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete," I gulp nervously as he picks up another file from the desk. "Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."
Stiles leans forward slightly and moves to correct him, "Oh, actually I'm already-"
Gerard cuts him off as he sends me a smile, "Abigail Argent. Don't need a file for you do I? I'd actually like you stay after our little meeting here," My eyes widen slightly and my hands nervously form fists on my lap. I nod silently before he talks again, "Hold on. McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter, Allison."
I look back at him and watch as he analyzes Scott.
He nods and nervously starts to ramble, "We were dating, but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other-at all."
I let out a sigh at the million words he just spoke in a matter of three seconds, but Gerard lets out a small laugh, "Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."
Scott sighs and looks down to his lap, "Just a hard breakup."
"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me," I hold back a cringe at his all too nice words, "Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."
Stiles lets out a small puff of air, "Heh, is that so?"
I reach over and silently smack his knee making his leg jump up. He sends me a small glare, but I only ignore it.
"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention."
Scott and I look to each other before we slowly let our eyes fall onto Stiles. I watch him silently as he distractedly plays with his fingers before he looks up at the three pairs of eyes starring at him.
I send him a slight smile, that probably looked more like cringe, before he lets out an annoyed sigh and leans back in the chair.
We all stand and I try to move out of the room as fast as possible, but Gerard's voice cuts me off before I can.
"Abigail, stay please," I stop in my tracks and look at the door longingly before turning back around. I send a worry looking Stiles and Scott a nod before they both walk out.
Lucky bastards.
Gerard leans forward on the desk and leaves his hands together. He sends me a honest looking smile, but I just stare at the papers surrounding him, "Now, I've had the chance to talk with your sister, but you've been kind of like a ghost around here," I try to force a smile and let out a small laugh.
I try my hardest to be.
"Now I know I haven't been around since you were little, if you can even remember that far back. I've told Allison the same thing, you may call me Gerard, but I do prefer grandpa." His smile seems far too nice for my liking, but again I force another of my own.
"Of course. Sorry I haven't been around, I'm usually really busy with school and stuff."
He hums lightly as leans back into his chair, "Isn't it weird that you frequently hang around with Allison's ex-boyfriend?"
I nervously wipe my hands along my thighs and look at the wall behind him, "No, we were friends before, so it's kind of..." I shrug losing my wording as he stares directly into my eyes. I grab my bag and stand from the seat, "I'm really sorry to cut this short, but I really should go-"
He stands as well and sends yet another smile, "No, no, go ahead. I'm just glad we finally got to talking. I hope I can get to see you more while I'm here."
I silently nod and move to the door as quickly as I can. I pull it open and move out of the door and down the hall as fast as I can. I don't stop until I've exited the building and as I do I inhale deeply and lean against the railing of the stairs. That was the most stressful principals office meeting I've ever had.