The Rising Sun (A Stiles Stilinski/Teen Wolf Fanfiction) [2]

Chapter 15 - Three's a Pattern

**Disclaimer** If y'all haven't heard, I don't own Teen Wolf. 

 The seven of us all trudged into the library to find Mr. Harris standing in the center of the tables with his arms folded across his chest. I sat down across from Stiles, who was next to Scott. Allison, Jackson, and Matt sat at the table behind us. I widened my eyes at Stiles when Erica plopped down next to me. 

 "We can't be in detention together," said Jackson. "I have a restraining order against these tools,"

 "All of these tools?" Harris asked. 

 "No, just us tools," said Stiles, pointing at himself and Scott. 

 "Fine," said Harris. "You two over there,"

 He pointed to the table next to us and Scott and Stiles got up to move over there. I stood up as well, planning on switching tables with them. We needed to talk about all of this and I really didn't want to be left alone with Erica. She kind of scares me.

 "Miss Brisbane," said Harris. "What do you think you're doing?"

 "I'm uh," I stumbled over my words.

 "Sit down,"

 I groaned and plopped back down into my seat next to Erica. She was smirking at me and it was making me uncomfortable. I glanced over to Stiles, who was sending me an apologetic look. If Erica pulls any werewolf crap on me, I'm blaming Harris.

 She kept looking from me to Stiles, still wearing a devilish smirk. I rubbed my hands together nervously. I wanted to be anywhere but here right now, preferably at my house...with Stiles. We did sort of get interrupted last night with my memory and everything. 

 "You two are just so cute together," she said. I pursed my lips at the sass in her voice.

 "Thanks," I said, looking down.

 "It would be a real shame if something happened to split you two up again," she said.

 I looked at her hand to see that her fingernails had been replaced with claws. I raised my eyebrows at her. You've got to be kidding me. I know that she's naive but I really didn't think she would try something here, especially with Scott in the room who could easily take her down.

 "You're really threatening me?" I asked. "I don't think Derek would be very happy about that."

 She gave a cold laugh. "Which is exactly why I was referring to him,"

 She looked over at Stiles who was deep in conversation with Scott. Anger flared up inside me. She wasn't going to lay a single one of her dirty little claws on Stiles. I don't what I have to do, I'm not going to let her hurt him. 

 "Huh," she said, examining her claws. "That seemed to change your attitude, didn't it?"

 It took all I had not to jump on the bitch and attack her myself. I would have if I still had my abilities. She wouldn't be able to hurt me. Then I could show her that she's messing with the wrong couple. Too much has already come in between Stiles and I, there's no way I'm going to let her be the next form of our adversity.

 "Don't even think about touching him," I said through gritted teeth.

 She looked over at Stiles for a moment before turning back to me, a sick smile on her face. "Actually, I'm thinking more about ripping his throat out."

 I was only a second away from pouncing on the bitch when Jackson stood up. He was cringing and holding his hand to his forehead. All color had drained from his face and beads of sweat were trickling down from his hairline.