CHAPTER THREE: ice pick

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CASPIAN THADDUES WISHED THAT HE SHARED SOME CLASSES WITH SCOTT MCCALL AND STILES STILINSKI. Although, it probably wouldn't matter at the moment. As, he was aware that the two were in gym class. With Allison Argent.

He wasn't sure who he'd rather deal with, Allison Argent, or Jeremiah Winchester.

He swore, no matter which way he turned, one of the two were always there.  And he wasn't being overly dramatic, like Stiles said-which, really? Stiles was going to criticize how dramatic I am?- Caspian had told Stiles that he was the one who was overdramatic.

Caspian sat at the table in the lunch room with Scott, who had taken his tray from his hands. "You do know I got shot with an arrow, not blown up, right? I can hold a tray that's not even a pound."

Scott grinned at him. "Could you carry a pound before?"

"You little-" Caspian started.

But, before Caspian could finish his insult, Stiles joined the two at the table, he placed the keys on the table. "Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?"

Scott doesn't answer as he looks up, a blond, curly-haired girl walking into the cafeteria. She wore a leather jacket with a white blouse. And a short skirt. It had taken Caspian a second to recognize the girl.

Erica Reyes.

The girl walked over to a table, bending over a table and biting into an apple. She leaned up, using her pointer finger to wipe at her mouth.

Lydia Martian placed her hands on the table the three boys sat at. "What...the holy hell..is that?"

"Erica," Scott answered.

Erica walked out of the cafe, Apple in hand. Scott and Stiles were quick to get up, unaware of Jeremiah behind them. Caspian for up as well.

"Derek turned Erica Reyes," Jeremiah says.

"Wow. That is amazing! How many of your hunter skills did you use to figure that one out?" Caspian sarcastically asked.

"Listen, I'm sorry. But, obviously I couldn't tell you!" Jeremiah whisper-yells. "Your friends with a werewolf! You sided with Derek Hale of all people!"

"Oh, you mean the man who your mother tortured and killed his family? Yes, he's a real bad guy. I could tell when he was fighting the Alpha to protect Stiles and I."

"Okay, I get it. Really-" Jeremiah stopped as Caspian turned around to walk away. "Hey!"

Caspian kept walking away, he needed to find Scott and Stiles.
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Caspian was unsure of where his two friends were. He had only found them at lunch, when Scott rushed over to help him gather his backpack. Scott had carried his lunch tray. Again.

"You do realize that I can still carry my tray right? It's not like the tray weighs dozens of pounds," Caspian sarcastically speaks.

Scott placed the trays down, sitting next to Caspian.  Handing the utensils into his hand.

"What? Not gonna feed me?" Caspian sarcastically asked.

Scott turned, then taking the utensil out of Caspian's hand as he smiled mockingly.

"I will stab you," Captain threatened.

A chair pulled out from the table behind them, Allison sat in the chair.

"I know how it looked," Scott spoke to Allison. "but she came up to me."

"I'm not jealous," Allison replied.

"You're not?" Scott smiled.

"She's with Derek now, isn't she? Like Isaac. You can't get caught in the middle of this. Don't you see what's happening? My grandfather coming here, Derek turning Erica and Isaac, it's..." she clears her throat. "It's like battle lines are being drawn."

"I know," Scott replied.

"I-I can't be here," Caspian suddenly spoke, much to loud as he picked up his backpack. He couldn't stay there, he thought he was okay. He knew that Allison wasn't thinking straight. That her aunt had manipulated her. But, it didn't matter. All he could think of, when seeing her, was the way she pulled the arrow and sent it through him. The way Derek and Scott were knocked to the ground.

"Caspian," both Allison and Scott called out.
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"Caspian!" Scott yelled out, Stiles trailing behind him. Clearly, Scott was faster that Stiles. Caspian wondered why Scott was running so quick. "Are you okay? You ran out, you looked like you were gonna hurl."

Caspian still felt as if he was. "She shot me," he spoke. "And, I get that you love her," he says. "But, she could have killed you and Derek. She could have killed me."

"She didn't mean to. She wasn't going to kill any of us. It was Kate," Scott replied.

"Scott, please, just- don't talk to me. If she's around you. Do not go near me." Caspian turned to walk away.

Scott reached out, wanting to comfort Caspian , to make sure he was okay. To reason with him. Stiles reached out, grabbing Scott's shoulder. "Just, I'll take Caspian to my house."

"I just want to-" Scott began.

"You can talk to him later. Trust me, he threw a six pound book at me once."
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