Mad World // Stiles Stilinksi [1/2]

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While walking through the halls, Stiles said to his friends, "I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news."

"Worse than Mother Earth waking?" Lucy inquired.

The boys gave her a confused look before Scott replied, "I think I already know."

Stiles frowned. "Alright, I only found one thing online called a kanima. It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

Lucy scoffed loudly. "That thing was most certainly not a jaguar."

Stiles shot her a dirty look. "Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murderer."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Scott rolled his eyes. "Okay, guys. Don't argue. Yeah, but did you two see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you two. And it's still trying to kill you two, and it probably won't stop until the two of you are dead."

Stiles glanced to Lucy and said, "Lu literally felt the guy's death. She could see it coming. As for you, you know, sometimes I really begin to question this friendship."

During Economics, Lucy sat behind Stiles, and Jackson took the empty seat behind Scott. "Hey, testicle left and right. Creepy chick. What the hell is a kanima?"

Stiles shot Lucy a look before warning Jackson quietly, "Don't talk about her like that."

Coach entered the room. "Alright, listen to me. A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall and Becenti, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult--I'm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it, huh? Come on, let's go, buddy."

"Paralyzed from the neck down," Jackson continued. "Do you have any idea what that feels like?"

Stiles exchanged a look with Lucy. "Lu and I are familiar with the sensation."

Scott frowned at his friend. "Wait--why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?"

Jackson shrugged. "How should I know?"

Lucy looked over at Lydia to see her writing something down. "Are they thinking it's Lydia?"

Jackson met her eyes. "I don't know. All I heard was her name and something about Chemistry."

"Jackson!" Coach cried. "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Um--just an undying admiration for my coach."

Coach gave him a sarcastic smile. "That's really kind of you. Now shut up! Shut it! Anybody else?"

"How do we know it's not her?" Scott asked in a quieter tone.

Stiles let out a sigh. "Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see 50% evil. Alright, maybe 60. You know, but no more than 40 on a good day."

Lucy rolled her eyes as Scott said, "Stiles, that's not a very good argument."

Stiles turned to Scott. "I'm aware of that, but I swear it's not her. It can't be, alright? Lydia's fine."

"Lydia," Coach said, calling her attention.

She turned around to face the class as tears filled her eyes. Lucy couldn't easily read what Lydia had written. Coach couldn't either. "Okay then, anybody else want to try answering? This time in English?"