LYCANTHROPY 》𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓀𝒾

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

"So now you're saying you didn't see Isaac arguing with his father before the murder?" Sheriff Stilinski had questioned Jackson in the office.

"Not... exactly." Jackson shifted uncomfortably as Scott, and I watched from a distance. For some reason, on a random Monday, Jackson had decided to tell Sheriff Stilinski the truth about what happened with Isaac.

"Not exactly, or no? Because when it comes to the law there's a pretty large divide between not exactly and no. If not exactly sitting in this chair, no would be somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Drowning. Along with my career. So which is it? Not exactly or no?" Sheriff Stilinski snapped, and I smirked. Go off, Sheriff.

"No?" Jackson cringed.

Stilinski slumps back down in his chair. "Ah, crap."

Stiles slips in between other students entering for the start of class and grabs a seat next to Scott and I. "I just talked to my Dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got bad news. Terrible, horrible, very bad news." Stiles blurted out to us.

"I think we already know." Scott worriedly spoke. He nods to the back of the room where Isaac now sits. Back in school. A slight but sinister smile on his lips.

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"Hey, testicle left and right..." Jackson spoke and his eyes landed on me. "And you." Scott and Stiles looked up from their desks as Jackson spoke to us during Econ.

We spin back to Jackson in panic. But before they can respond Coach slams a book against his desk. "Listen up. A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you--like McCall--might want to form study groups since tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult I'm not even sure I could pass it. All right, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question." Coach informed us.

Hands go up around the boys and I as we continue our surreptitious conversation. "Paralyzed. From the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson asked.

"I'm familiar with the sensation." Stiles nods.

"Me too," I whispered back.

"Wait, why would Derek test you? Why would he think it's you?" Scott asked Jackson.

"How should I know?" Jackson snapped.

"Do they think it's Lydia?" I suddenly asked, remembering Lydia had been bitten, too.

"All I heard was her name. And something about Chemistry." Jackson informed us.

"Jackson, you have something you want to share with the class?" Coach questioned Jackson.

"Just an undying admiration for my Coach." Jackson sucked up to Coach.

"That's very kind of you. Now shut the hell up." Coach snapped.

Scott pulls Stiles forward and away from Jackson and gestured towards me to listen in. "How do we know it's not her?" Scott asked Stiles.

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing and I saw pure evil. When I look into Lydia's eyes I see fifty per cent evil. Maybe sixty. No more than forty on a good day." Stiles explained.

"That's not a very good argument," Scott replied, and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm aware of that. But I swear, it's not her. It can't be. Lydia's fine." Stiles assured him. Suddenly, Lydia stood up and walked towards the board, seeming to be out of it.

I felt that she was terrified on the inside, but she seemed completely dead and under a spell on the outside. She grabbed the chalkboard and scribbled gibberish on the blackboard. Coach touched her shoulder. "Lydia?" Lydia snapped out of her daze and looked at Coach, then the board. "Okay then. Anyone else wants to try answering? In English?"