Gone Girl ━━ Derek Hale [2] [Completed]

[14] The Breakfast Club

[14] Chapter Fourteen

The Breakfast Club

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Clara made no eyes contact what so ever as the group of slumped teenagers entered the library. There were three empty tables, one of them being occupied by Allison, Matt, and Jackson and the other by Erica, Scott, and Stiles. There was no way she would sit at the same table as that blonde bitch nor would she sit anywhere near Jackson so Clara sat alone at the third empty table, not that she minded. Honestly, she needed some time to recovery after her encounter with Jackson.

"Uh, we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson smugly retorted. Clara leaned back into her chair, keeping her eyes on the wooden table and her arms crossed, her nails digging into her forearms.

Harris quirked an eyebrows, "All of these tools?"

"No, just us tools." Stiles awkwardly corrected him, gesturing to him and Scott.

"Fine. You two, over there." Harris commanded, pointing to the table Clara was sitting at. She closed her eyes, angrily sighing as the two boy made their way over to her table.

Stiles sat next to Clara, looking at her with immense concern even though she didn't meet his faze, and Scott sat across from the two, angrily having his fist clenched as he glared over at Jackson, "I'll kill him."

"I agree with that." Stiles added.

Clara narrowed her eyes at the two, "No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."

Scott whipped back to look at Stiles, "No, you were right the entire time. Let's kill him."

"You two aren't going to lay a finger on him, understood?" Clara warned but it sounded more like a threat. Scott and Stiles huffed but listened to their best friend, leaning back into their uncomfortable seats and waiting for the time to tick by.

Clara glanced around, looking at everyone when a rather absurd thought came to mind. For some reason, this reminded her of the Breakfast Club, even though she doubted there would be hallway chases and smoking weed. But she couldn't help but compare.

Jackson, the basket case since him becoming the Kanima and having random angry moments that he doesn't even end up remembering.

Stiles, the brain since he was almost scary smart in detective ways and academic ways.

Scott, the jock since he was a very strong werewolf and co-captain.

Erica, the princess but Clara would rather call her stupid skank blonde bitch but princess fit as well.

And that leaves Clara, the criminal. The crime would be killing her parents but it's not like she had a choice in the matter.

"Hey, what if it's Matt?" Stiles interjected, breaking Clara's train of thoughts about an '80s high school movie, "I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

Scott raised his eyebrows in questioning, "Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing."

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

"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because he's evil." Stiles hatefully snarled.

Clara rolled her eyes as she leaned against the table, "You just don't like him." Clara herself didn't know much about him since she's never really noticed him before.