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"SHIT, I'M SORRY! I—WAIT, WHERE the hell is Harris?"
Lynn had dramatically burst her way through the doors, a bit breathless as she clutched her back-pack strap to make sure it didn't fall to the ground. She was at first completely worried because she was so late for detention — because, to be honest, Lynn had gotten all ready to go home and the second she started the engine on her car, it was like a lightbulb clicked on in her head that she had utterly forgot she had detention.
Thanks to Scott earlier in the day, although Lynn didn't blame the boy for beating Jackson up for the way he treated Allison — she just wished he went about it a different way instead of destroying the entirety of the boys lockerroom. So, anyone who was even remotely close to the accident unfolding had gotten detention.
"He went after Jackson," Stiles explained, and curiously furrowed his eyebrows, and then they shot upwards like an idea just erupted in his mind. "Hurry up and sit down and we'll pretend—!"
The second Stiles ordered Lynn to take a seat, she raced forward towards the table where Stiles, Scott, and Erica were all sharing together. She threw her bag on the floor beside her foot, and merely the exact second her butt collided with the wood, the library doors swung open to reveal both Jackson and Harris.
Lynn darted her arm across the table to grab a book, flipping open to a random page while trying to look as if she had buried her nose in it this entire time.
"Alright, Jackson, you may go — Miss Kennedy, when did you get here?"
"Hm?" Lynn hummed while raising her head up from the book, and she rose her eyebrows up towards the man. "Uh, sir, what do you mean.? I've been here."
"No, you haven't," Mr. Harris responded, placing his hands on his hips dramatically while he narrowed his eyes carefully.
"Uh, Mr. Harris, she's been here the entire time," Stiles spoke up, and Lynn's eyes flickered over towards the boy with complete gratitude.
"Right," Scott chimed in.
Mr. Harris almost searched the rest of the room to see everyone else's expressions — all of them practically nodding in agreed. Lynn was worried for a second that Jackson was going to completely decline it, but he seemed to be buried in his own thoughts.
"Weird..." Mr. Harris shook off, then turning towards the desk where it looked like he had been grading some papers.
