Kelsey's POV

How in the world has this day gone from being the best day of my life, to being the worst day ever? Oh, I know, maybe it's because I got a fricking detention for no reason! I was just simply at the wrong place at the wrong time.

All 7 of us are sat in the library with Mr. Harris watching us. Myself, Erica, Stiles and Scott are sat at one table. Then on the table behind us, sat Jackson, Allison and Matt. "Uh, we can't be in detention together, I have a restraining order against them." Jackson moans.

"All of them?" Mr. Harris asked Jackson.

"Just them two." I say pointing at Stiles and my brother opposite me. "Fine, you two over at that table...and you too." Harris says, before looking at me. "But sir, can't I stay here with Erica, she might get lonely."

Mr. Harris looks at me with wide eyes before raising his voice a little, sounding annoyed. "Move, now."

"Dick." I mumble as I tuck my chair in to move to the table just across from the one I was just sitting at. Was there really any point to moving tables? Jackson is still in the same room as Scott and Stiles. "I'm gonna kill him." My brother said annoyed as he sat down.

"No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're going to help save him." Stiles spoke.

"No, you were right, let's kill him." Scott hissed. "Well as much as I think about killing Jackson, I'm not going to do it, and neither are you. Look, we just need it figure out who's controlling him." I tell him.

Who could be controlling Jackson? It has to be someone who has no remorse, no emotion or feeling, no care for anything or anyone. Someone who has no respect. But who? I don't know anyone evil.

Maybe my old maths teacher, Mrs. Rachenho. She was the worst and probably the most evil and ugliest teacher in the world. Her nickname was even Ratchet hoe...which sounds like her surname, making it sound even funnier.

Anyway, her face had like zillion of wrinkles and warts, kinda like a witch. Her teeth were yellow and crooked. She was really scrawny and tall, her legs literally looked like sticks! She looked about 70, but she was actually 57.

Oh, and don't get me started on her style of clothing. She looked like she was hit by an ugly stick. Actually, scratch that, an ugly ass log! Once she wore this dress that looked like a trash bag crossed between a dirty rag. I mean what the hell was she thinking?

She is in serious need of a make-over, like the whole lot, plastic surgery included. I can't believe she was even married, the guy must've been blind!

"What if it's Matt? This whole thing comes back to the video right?" Matt? What is Stiles on about? "Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing." Scott told Stiles.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself." Really, Stiles?

"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of the Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on the jeep?"

"Yes!" Stiles cried.

"Why?" I asked. I don't understand what Stiles has against Matt, he's a pretty nice guy. I think they'd make great friends if they just starting talking, maybe they should hang out sometime. They probably have lots in common, since they're both sort of nerdy. "Because...he's evil." Ha, evil. That's funny.

Scott raises his eyebrow. "You just don't like him."

"The guy bugs me, I don't know what it is. Just look at his face." We all turned to look at Matt, who was currently eating chips and offering Jackson some. "What's wrong with his face?" I ask. I see nothing wrong with Matt's face.

It's actually pretty darn cute. He has those sort of cheeks you could just squish all the time and never get bored. Then again, so does Stiles and Danny. "And what are you talking about, he's not evil. He's nice, but, maybe a little weird." I continue.

"Weird, how?" My brother asks.

"Well uh, he kissed me a few days ago...and he asked me to be his girlfriend today." They both stay silent for awhile, not knowing what to say. Oh man, what have I said. They're going to tease me about this.

"He kissed you! Ew that's just discussing...yeah, you should probably sanitise your mouth." Stiles laughs. Ignoring Stiles, I turn to my brother who had wide eyes. "Did you say yes? Do you like him?"

"I said no because I don't like him like that."

"Why? Do you like someone else? Maybe that someone is I-" Stiles started but I cut him off, "Stiles!"

"What? I was just saying..." He smirks.

"What were you trying to say?" Scott asks confused. "Oh I was saying that Kelsey likes -Ouch!" Stiles was about to say but I kicked him in the shin.

"Stiles was saying that, he thinks we should find out more answers about Jackson's parents. Weren't you, Stiles?" I smile innocently.

"I was? Ouch! Y-yes, I was." Stiles says as I kick him again. "Okay..." Scott said confused, mumbling to himself. Suddenly Jackson stood up from his chair. What the hell is he doing? He doesn't look very well. Maybe it's all those bugs he's been eating with his long lizardy tongue.

"Hey, you don't look so good." Mr. Harris said, sounding worried. Da fuck? Since when did Harris have the capability to feel emotions and feelings? Especially for Jackson, who doesn't have a soul.

"I just need some water." Jackson replied before walking out the library door.

"No one leaves their seats." Harris said before also exiting the library. I wonder where he went? Maybe to check on Jackson? Or maybe get a coffee or something. I wonder if Mr. Harris is married? Oh god, what if he has kids...I feel so sorry for them! They must hate their lives, living with their satan dad.

Next thing you know, Scott and Stiles are leaping out of their seats and sitting back on the table where Erica is. Okay then, I guess we're moving back to our original table.

"Hey, Erica. What do you know about Jackson's parents? How did they die?" I ask Erica as I plop myself in the chair next to her.

"It was a car accident." She began. "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." Say what? Huge settlement?

"Wait, so not only is Jackson rich now but he's going to get even richer at eighteen?"

"Yup." Erica says with the popping 'p'. "There's something deeply wrong with that." Stiles commented before Erica opened her bright pink laptop. "You know what? I could probably try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything."

Just think of Jackson getting richer when he's eighteen, makes me feel sick. I hate him, I defiantly hate him now....okay, maybe I envy him. Why can't I be rich? I deserve to be rich, not Jackson. I'd use my money well, and give half to charity, because I'm a thoughtful and caring person. Unlike Jackson, who's nothing but an selfish arrogant twat.

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." A voice says. Hmm, sounds like Mrs. Argent. I wonder what she wants with Scott? "This is it?" Stiles asks Erica as we all look at her laptop screen. "It says accident report, doesn't it?"

"Wait, look at the dates."

"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA, the estimated time of death 9:26pm, June 14th, 1995."

Just as I was about to say something, I notice Mr. Harris with his coat on. Is it time to leave? Taking my bag from the floor, I put the strap over my shoulder. This detention isn't as long as I thought it would be.

Then he started laughing. Why Mr. Harris is laughing? "Oh no, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm leaving but none of you are." Oh, well why am I not surprised. Harris then pushed three carts full of books towards us.

"You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening." And which that he left the room.

Are you kidding me! We'll be here all night putting these books back! Can he even do this? Isn't it against the law or something?

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"It means he was born after his mom died, by C-Section," I begin, taking a deep breath. "They had to pull him out of her dead body." I kind of feel sorry for Jackson, he never met his real parents.

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

"The word all over the report is inconclusive." Stiles breaths. "But his parents could've been murdered," Scott said.

If Jackson's parents were murdered, would he know about it? Does Jackson know anything about his real parents? "If they were, that would fall in line with the Kanima myth. Seek out and kills murderers and has something manifested in it's past or whatever,"

"Yeah, but for Jackson or the person controlling him?" Allison whispered.

"We have to tell him." Scott replied.

"He won't listen." I tell them before placing a few books on the shelf. This is so boring, I could've been watching Harry Potter right now. All of a sudden Scott rush around the corner for some reason. Hmm, must be excited to put the books back or something.

Just as I was about to place the last book from my cart onto the shelf, there was a loud crashing sound coming from the other side of the room. What the hell is going on now?

"Erica!" I hear my brother shout.

Running to where the crashing sound came from, I nearly get squashed by a falling book shelf, but Stiles managed to pull me away before that happened. I give Stiles a quick 'thank-you-for-saving-me' smile, before seeing Jackson half shifted in Kanima form, standing near the chalkboard. Oh god, he's not going to kill us is he? His reptilian eyes are freaking me out.

Scott joins myself, Stiles and Allison in the aisle as we anxiously watch Jackson write something on the chalkboard. When he was finished, he jumped out the window, completely shattering it into a zillion of pieces.

Turning back to the board, it read: Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you.

Oh, well that's not very nice. We're trying our best to help him, and this is how he repays us. Lovely. Wait, didn't Scott shout Erica's name earlier? And where the hell did Matt go?

Just as I was about to ask where they were, I start to hear someone coughing. It sounds like a female, which could only mean -turing round, I notice Erica, laying on the floor. And it looks like she's having a seizure, which is weird because the bite took that away, didn't it?

Running over to Erica, I try to help but I don't know what to do. "Guys! Help!"

Almost immediately they come by my side, also trying to help Erica. But she keeps shaking. "Allison, go find Matt." I tell her. What if Matt got hurt? I hope he didn't see Jackson in his Kanima form, because that wouldn't be easy to explain.

Allison does as I said and goes looking for Matt. "He's alive." She calls. I guess that's good then. But what about Erica, she could die of she doesn't get the help she needs!

"She needs help Scott, real help." I tell my brother as I anxiously hold onto Erica's hand. "We have to get her to the hospital." Scott says. Erica doesn't look too good, I don't want to loose her, I can't. I know I haven't known her long, but she means a lot to me. I love her like a sister, she's like family.

"D-Derek, take me to Derek. Only Derek." Erica tells us, looking at me as she squeezes my hand tighter. And when I say tighter, I mean like bone-crushing tight. I think she may have broken my hand, but that's not important right now.

Ignoring the agonizing pain, I try to calm down Erica. "Okay, when we get her to the hospital-"

"Derek." Erica and I tell Scotty.

"Go." His girlfriend told him. Scott went over to say goodbye before kissing her and all that sappy couple shit.

"Why Derek?" Stiles asked.

"H-He can help. M-More than a doctor. T-Trust me." Erica between quick breaths as she was still shaking. "We need to go, now. Scott, move your werewolf ass and help carry Erica!" I shout before standing to my feet.

Scott took Erica off the floor and into his arms.

Now off to Derek's, let's just hope Erica will be fine. And plus, I think I need to get my hand checked out at the ER, it's defiantly broken.

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I'm so so sorry it took a thousand years to upload. I don't really have an excuse, I just kinda got distracted by pretty much everything. But I'm back...sort of.

Well anyways, here's chapter 13. Tell me what ya think and what not.

I've decided the ship name for Kelsey and Isaac, and it it...#Kelsaac! Do you like it? Have you thought of something better? Let me know. Do you ship it?

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