Amelia Martin ▹ Stilinski

33 • Matt? ✓

Chapter 33: Matt?

"So let me get this straight, your dad found out about you guys kidnapping Jackson... then Jackson put a restraining order on you? How does that work when you go to the same school?"

Stiles shakes his head animatedly, "It wasn't kidnap-,"

"You took him and locked him up without his permission, it kind of is." I scoff as we walk out of the classroom and down the hall towards the steps.

"Whatever." He grumbles, "But how do we find out about Jackson's parents? You sure Lydia won't know anything?"

"Positive." I nod, stepping up the stairs, wondering how he is already near the top. You don't rush stairs, I like not having pain in my legs. "Jackson was never the sharer in that relationship."

"Then what about-," Stiles is cut off as he gets slammed into the nearest wall, my eyes widen and I stand still and watch as he gets pinned to the wall, a clawed hand on his chest belonging to a familiar blonde.

"Seriously?" I whine, stomping my feet a little before walking up to them. "Can you not see the camera's everywhere?" I hiss at her.

She looks up at the camera behind us, then me before releasing Stiles. "Why do you want to know about Jackson's parents?" Ignoring my revelation.

"Because we uh- we want to write them a thank you note?" Stiles stammers looking to me for back-up but I just shake my head, silently telling him that he has messed it up already.

Erica purses her lips, shaking her head. "No... I think I know whats going on.

I cross my arms and frown at her, "And what would that be?"

"He's the Kanima isn't he? He failed the test but its him somehow." She smirks knowingly, crossing her arms over her chest mimicking me.

Oh.

"What?" I drawl out, laughing nervously. "No."

"You're crazy, okay? So we-," Stiles grabs my hand and turns us around, "Are going to go talk with the non-crazy people-,"

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills cemetery." Erica calls out to us, making us both stop and turn almost simultaneously.

It would have been hilarious if this wasn't actually a pretty serious moment about trying to figure out about Jackson's heritage.

"Do you know how they died?" Stiles asks her, his voice rising a little.

"Maybe." She shrugs nonchalantly.

I raise an eyebrow at her behaviour, "Um... Feel like telling us?"

"When you tell me how you know it's Jackson, the test didn't work on him. Yet it's still him." She smirks, yet again. She swiftly turns on her heels and starts walking down another hall.

Stiles groans in annoyance, following her. "You can't tell Derek, okay? There's a lot more to this that you don't know about. And just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people."

I frown at them both, kind of annoyed they make me do more walking around when all I want to do is get home and out of this school that feels more like a prison- in the literal sense, not the whole 'oh man, off to prison again' but in the 'my school literally has camera's set up to watch our every move' sense.

Quickly jogging up behind Stiles I get back into step with them, just in time to see Erica stop outside the boys locker room and turn around to look at Stiles with a dubious look on her face.