Emerging │ Young!Sterek

Restraint: Part II

B.H.H.S
Adjacent Corridor
Later...

While Scott is busy with the chemistry test with Mr. Harris and Allison trying to see if she can talk with Jackson Whittemore alone. Right now, the school bell rings and Lydia hurries out of class with Stiles following right behind her.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Lydia rolls her eyes while Stiles is still persistent.

"Anyone who says I'm not supposed to tell anyone is always dying to tell someone. Tell me." Stiles pleaded with the popular girl.

Lydia frowned with suspicion and astonished. "Why do you want to know?" she questioned without even looking at the lanky paled teen.

"I can't tell you that." Stiles made a dramatic-cringe face while following her.

"Then I'm not telling you." She retorted back, smoothly.

Stiles sighed. "But you are telling me you could tell me something if you want to tell me?" he nearly almost got confused with his words.

The redhead furrowed her eyebrows, confused. "Was that a question?"

"It felt like a question."

Lydia huffed softly and paused. "Well, tell me if this feelings like an answer..." she mockingly thought about it and then open her mouth. "...no." she glances at Stiles with unamused then starts off down the corridor.

Stiles watches her with a defeated sigh. "Great... that was useless." He grumbled to himself, dissatisfied.

"Stiles?" he turned around and saw a blonde werewolf who walked toward him as she ignores the whispers and glances from peers. "What's going on?" Erica asked, as she stop next to the lanky human teen.

"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" she whispered, as she gently grabbed her friend's hand and tug him to walk down the corridor together.

The son of the Sheriff allowed her as he frown. "How much do you know about the Kanima situation?" he asked, instead of while keeping his whiskey-brown eyes scan in their surroundings.

"Enough to know that Jackson is the Kanima, and he was being controlled by someone. Isaac gave me and Boyd a short version of it." The blonde werewolf replied as she adjusted her bag over her shoulder.

Stiles clicks his teeth with his tongue thoughtfully. "...basically yeah. Der told me that Jackson has a real problem in his life that could prevent him to become a real werewolf. I remembered that he was adopted so I thought maybe Lydia might tell me."

Erica hummed understandingly. "Then, his parents are about a half-mile from here." Stiles nearly snaps his neck when he turned to her surprised. "In Beacon Hills Cemetery." She added.

"H-how? Wait, how do you know?" they both turn into the different corridors as the second school bell rings for the start of class.

The blonde glanced at his confused friend. "It was a car accident. I know it because my dad was the insurance investigator. Every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he's getting when he's eighteen."

"Hold on." Stiles halted with his hand raised and Erica stopped. She turned to him with dry amusement as she already knew what Stiles is thinking. "Are you saying Jackson's not only rich, but he's going to get even richer at eighteen?" Erica nodded her head in response. "There's something so deeply wrong with that." Stiles gap at her with incredulous. "Unbelievable."

"I could try to find the insurance report in my dad's dropbox." Erica offer. "He keeps everything."

Stiles' eyes lit up with gratitude and hopeful. "You're amazing, Catwoman." He praised her which made her beamed at him happily. Then they both start walking around the corner of the hallway. "We'll need to tell Derek about this."