epiphany - lydia martin [book 1]

chapter thirty-three. detention

Jackson escaped.

Night had fallen so Stiles and I went to go check on our parents. Scott and Allison were supposed to be watching Jackson but they were too busy having car sex so he got away. It was the next day and Jackson didn't seem to be up to anything but putting out a restraining order against Scott and Stiles. My mom was furious and so was Stiles' Dad. It was really hard to explain all of this so I felt like they thought Scott and Stiles were just being teenage boys, goofing off.

I stood in the Sheriff's station watching Stiles' Dad yell at him in one of those questioning rooms. "Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" Stilinski asked.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke." Stiles defended.

"It was a joke?" His Dad repeated.

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking, like, multiple levels of interpretation here!"

Stilinski laughed bitterly, "Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"

"We filled the tank!"

I bit back a laugh as I moved my eyes over to my mom who was yelling at Scott. "It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed."

Scott furrowed his brows, "I missed a chemistry test?" He wondered. I sighed, slapping my hand over my head.

My mom narrowed her eyes, "Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded."

My brother sighed, "What about work?"

"Fine - Other than work. And no TV."

"My TV's broken."

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school."

My mom sighed, glancing around, "Then no, uh - no Stiles."

Stiles eyes widened as he leaned against the doorway, "What - no Stiles?"

"No Stiles! And no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give 'em to me!"

Scott immediately handed over his keys, my mother struggling to unhook the car key from his ring of other keys. "Oh, for the love of God." She mumbled in frustration.

My brother held out his hands, "Mom, you want me to -"

"No."

"Mom, come on, let me just - mom. Mom." He called softly before my mother stopped fiddling with the keys.

My mom sighed, swallowing as she shook her head, "What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?" She asked, unknowing of Scott and Allison's secret relationship.

Scott looked at her in sorrow, "Do you really wanna know?"

She nodded, holding back tears. Stiles was shaking his head behind my mother, signaling for Scott not to tell her. I felt bad. "Yeah." She answered, looking down. "Is this about your father?" My brother didn't answer. He was clearly contemplating whether to tell her the truth or not. "It is, isn't it? Okay, you know what, um - We'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car." My mom said before leaving.

I frowned as Scott walked over to Stiles and I, "I'm the worst son ever." He mumbled.

Stiles scoffed, "Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either."