Olivia's POV:

In front of my eyes was a very...nude Jackson and I practically almost wanted to vomit at the sight, but I was furious at his hold on her.

"Get off of her!" I yell and tackle Jackson, making him release his grip on Allison. We roll across the floor and he ends up on top of me.

He shakes his head and widens his eyes in shock as soon as he sees it was me. "O-Olivia? W-What are you doing here?" He quickly scrambles off but I push myself up, crawling to Allison protectively.

"Are you okay?" I ask worriedly and she nods. We turn to Jackson and see him shakily pull his shorts on. Thank god, that was enough Jackson I didn't want to see.

The door slams open and Scott frantically looks around. He locks eyes with Allison and I but then sees Jackson shirtless.

"Scott," Allison warns, seeing the anger form in his face. "I-I'm fine."

"We're okay, don't--" I try to say but it was too late. Scott rushes to Jackson and he harshly shoves him, causing him to crash against the lockers. "try anything."

"I have a restraining order!" Jackson yells as Scott towers over him.

"Trust me, I've restrained myself." He snaps at him before Jackson pushes himself up to tackle Scott into the lockers. He picks Scott up again then throws him in the showers.

I turn away from the fight and grab Allison's arm to pull her up. Her eyes were wide as she saw the two of them fight but I grab her chin, making her look away.

"We have to go," I say. She hesitates, looking over my shoulder to see Scott. "You're gonna end up getting hurt, come on." I plead.

She nods and I grab her hand to drag her out of the locker room. I push open the door and see Erica and Stiles standing there, confusion forming on their faces.

"What the--Olivia? Allison?" Stiles says. "What the hell happened?"

As if on cue, the doors slam open again as Scott and Jackson continued to throw punches.

Erica pulls Jackson off of Scott while Stiles held Scott from rushing at him again. I quickly run over to Erica and help with holding Jackson back since her grip was slipping.

"Stop fighting, goddammit!" I scold at Jackson, holding down his arms as he tried to rip them off from our grip.

"What the hell is going on?" I hear Mr. Harris shout. "Enough!"

We all look up and see Mr. Harris angrily march to all of us. "Great," I mutter.

"What do you idiots think you're doing?" He yells and Stiles releases the grip on Scott since he finally calmed down. On the other hand, Jackson was trying to pull his arms away. "Jackson, calm down!"

He finally stops fighting our grips so Erica and I finally let go of the hold we had on him.

"Mr. McCall, care to explain yourself?" Mr. Harris glares and turns to Stiles. "Stilinski?" Both boys refuse to meet his eyes and he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

He was about to speak again until Matt tapped him on the shoulder, handing him the tablet that I gave to Scott earlier. "He dropped this."

Mr. Harris snatches the tablet from his hands and points to Jackson and Scott. "You and you--actually," He points at all of us, including Matt. "all of you, detention. Three o'clock."

I scoff. "What the--"

"End of discussion Ms. Flores, or would you like detention for the rest of your high school career?" He glares but I shake my head frantically.

"Nope, three o'clock sounds nice."

As Mr. Harris led the seven of us to the library, Scott nudges me and gestures to sit with Allison.

Stiles and Scott sat in a separate table with Erica while Allison and I sat with Matt and Jackson. Unfortunately, I ended up being sat next to Jackson since Matt took the spot next to Allison.

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

"All these tools?" Mr. Harris asks as he looks over at all of us.

Stiles points to himself and Scott with a sigh. "No, just us tools."

"Oh boohoo. What else do you need, your majesty?" I roll my eyes making Jackson glare.

"Flores, enough." Mr. Harris snaps and I immediately stay quiet. He points to Scott and Stiles. "You two, over there."

They quickly gather their things and move to the other table while I pull out my binder since I knew we were going to be here awhile.

"Kanima." I hear Matt mutter under his breath, causing me to look up in shock. I glance at Allison and see she heard him too.

Jackson starts to shift in his spot uncomfortably and presses his hand against his head in pain. He lets out a small grunt and grabs his bag from the floor.

"Are you okay?" Matt asks as Jackson stands up from his spot.

"I-I have to go to the bathroom." Jackson shakily responds and quickly heads to the doors we entered from.

"Are you alright? You don't look so good." Mr. Harris asks with concern but Jackson shakes his head.

"I just need to get some water." He says before quickly leaving the room.

Mr. Harris stands up as well but then turns to face us. "No one leaves their seats." He says before leaving the room as well.

Instantly Scott and Stiles shoot up from their seats and sit in the same table as Erica.

"I'm gonna ask Erica homework questions," I say to Allison and Matt before grabbing my binder from the table and quickly walk to the empty chair next to Scott.

"So you know how Jackson's parents died?" Scott whispers so only Erica, Stiles, and I could hear.

"Maybe," Erica responds simply as she writes on her notebook, making me roll my eyes.

"Quit the bullshit and just talk." I glare and she places her notebook down.

"It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen." She explains, making my eyes widen.

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even more richer at eighteen?" Stiles asks.

Erica smirks. "Yup."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," Stiles mutters as Erica opens her laptop.

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my Dad's inbox. He keeps everything." She says as she types on her keyboard.

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." The P.A system announces.

I slowly turn to Scott. "That's not good," I mumble and he pushes his chair out.

"Keep looking, I don't think this will take long." He whispers before leaving the room.

"Look at the dates," Stiles says, causing me to look away from Scott.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital...The estimated time of death was at 9:26 pm, June fourteenth, nineteen ninety-five." Erica reads off.

"Jackson's birthday is June fifteenth." He adds.

Erica and I turn to him with odd looks but he shrugs innocently.

"I don't even want to ask how you knew it by heart," I say.

Mr. Harris and Jackson walk in once more, causing us to act like we weren't talking at all. Jackson sits back down while Mr. Harris puts his books away in his bag.

Everyone sees what he's doing and they start to pack up their belongings as well. Mr. Harris walks around from the desk and laughs, making us stop in our tracks.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm leaving but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving." He says, gesturing to the stacks of books in carts beside him. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

He leaves the room and I put my stuff down as well as Stiles placing his bag back on the table.

Stiles and I roll one of the carts to a section and see Allison walking to us so we would catch her up.

Scott comes in as well and he furrows his eyebrows, seeing everyone else shelving the books. Stiles gestures for him to come and hands him a book.

He explains what Erica had found in Jackson's records while Scott glances at me, not understanding what Stiles just said.

"It means he was born after his mom died by c-section. They had to pull him from her body." I say and he nods slowly.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison asks.

I shrug. "From what it was written down, it came out inconclusive."

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asks.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth. It seeks out and kills murderers." Stiles responds and I place the book on the shelf.

"Or in Jackson's case, whoever is controlling him." I retort.

"We have to talk to him. Tell him everything." Scott says, handing me the book in his hand.

"He's not gonna listen to you." I try to say but he already left our section. Stiles follows after him and I turn to Allison with annoyance.

"Your boyfriend is stubborn, no offense," I say and she nods solemnly.

Out of nowhere, the shelves near us began to tip over and I harshly push Allison out of the way before it could fall on top of me.

I feel the books fall on my back, practically trapping me underneath the shelf so I wouldn't be able to stand.

"Erica!" I yell out, in hopes she would at least have the heart to help.

Growls echo around the room, but then a cry in pain soon after follows from the girl. The electricity from the lights begins to crackle and rapid footsteps coming from around us.

"Scott!" I hear Allison say, her voice slightly shaky. "Olivia, are you okay? I c-can't lift the shelf."

"I'm okay. You need to get somewhere safe, Allison." I try to push myself up from the ground in an attempt to lift the shelf, but it barely moved an inch which causes me to fall back on the ground. "Don't worry about me so go!"

I feel a hand brush against my own and once it finds it, it immediately interlaces it together then squeezes it in comfort. "I'm not leaving you."

Ear-clenching scratches were carved against a board but then soon after, a window shatters from above.

I feel the shelves instantly come off and I collapse on my side, feeling Scott trying to make me sit up with a look of concern.

"Are you okay?" He asks then checks on Allison for any wounds, helping her up as well.

"I'm alright, trust me," I say and push myself up from the ground. "What about Matt and Erica?"

"Matt got paralyzed and Erica--" He tries to explain.

"Guys!" Stiles calls out. "Erica's having a seizure."

Scott quickly runs to him but Allison pulls me to where Matt laid unconscious. The visible scratch mark showed that he indeed got paralyzed from the scratch mark by Jackson.

"Matt's alive," Allison says as she flips him to his back.

"We need to get Erica to the hospital," Stiles says but I push the books to the side so we would be able to see them.

"N-No!" Erica raises her voice. "D-Derek. W-We'll n-need D-Derek."

Scott turns to us. "When we get her to the hospital--"

"Go." Allison cuts him off.

He shakes his head immediately. "I'm staying here with you."

"Stiles can't take her alone, not like this." She shakily says. "Matt needs an ambulance so just go."

"This doesn't feel right."

"Scott, I'll stay with her. As you said, we'll be okay." I say and he sighs in defeat. "We'll call you after Matt gets taken, alright?"

He nods and scoops Erica from the ground, he and Stiles quickly booking it to the exit.

As Allison pulled her phone out to call the ambulance, my eyes trailed to the board and instantly I feel shivers go down my spine as I read the sloppy chalk writing.

STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU

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A/N:

Hey y'all!

I wanted to do another update before I leave on a flight for vacation bc I'm not sure if I'll have service when I'm over there to post a chapter every two days :(

Thankfully this whole book is already pre-written but the issue is that it's hard asf to find a spot with WiFi lmao

So to make it up here's a chapter with hella visuals ! That's all I have for you today soooo  bye!

~Cimbello