duodécima luna. [a stiles fanfic]

doce.

Her grandma had asked her the night before to spend the following day with her again. However, when she arrived at the hospital, abuela was fast asleep and nurse McCall had told her she had had trouble sleeping the night before. At this, Violeta decided to leave her grandma be and go to school.

It was hard. Knowing that her grandma was sleeping a prolonged period of time made Violeta uneasy and unsure. Hence why Violeta walked into school with a chip on her shoulder and a very clear sign of 'do not fuck with me today.'

Something Jackson did not clearly see nor understand.

She walked into English and did not even acknowledge the people around her. The boys all knew better to ask when they saw her, without a backpack or books, sliding into the desk with a huff and refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Violeta could feel Rico's eyes on her and she knew that one of his girlfriends was best friends with Luis' sister. 

Meaning that he probably knew that her grandma had had a rough night. And when it was news like that, everyone knew. Even though Violeta rarely spoke of her grandma's wellbeing, everyone always seemed to know. So the entire crew of the far left side of the class knew that Abuela Maria was not well and to let Violeta Rodriguez be in peace.

Then Jackson Whittemore walked into class, a chip on his shoulder also. He made eyes with Isaac Lahey who smirked at him. This reminded him what had happened last night and the humiliation he had suffered. He had been paralysed when Lahey and that Erica chick asked him what to do next. It was the Boyd kid who brought up the name Violeta Rodriguez and asked if they should tell her, ask her, since she would know what to do... Boyd's exact words being 'she would definitely know what was up and have a better guess at who it was.'

Finding out that Violeta Rodriguez had more supernatural power than Derek Hale, a werewolf— a werewolf alpha, had set him on a misson.

People were still filtering into the class and the teacher had yet to come in. Jackson walked up to Violeta Rodriguez's desk and stood in front of it. "I need to talk to you."

She didn't even blink.

"Hey! Rodriguez! Are you listening?" He barked. This time several chairs scraped back as everyone on the far left of the class stood up. Jackson crouched back, losing confidence as all they all stood up. His eyes flickered between the faces of those thugs and gang members he didn't even know how could still come to high school considering all the... well, gang activity!

"You lost cuz?" One of them asked.

Jackson knew the few other people in class were staring at him. Him. Jackson Whittemore. Star athlete and high school king. He couldn't let anything bring him down. So he tried to muster up as much confidence as possible and raised his chin. "I'm talking to Rodriguez."

"And she ain't gon' talk to you."

Jackson huffed, trying to remain calm. He turned back to Rodriguez, "Look, it's about Derek Hale." He said, emphasis clear, his eyes flicking to Isaac who was watching the exchange with much interest. He looked back at Rodriguez and hoped she got why he stressed the name.

Violeta finally turned to look at Jackson. Derek had messaged her that he had tried kanima venom on Jackson and it didn't work. She hadn't replied, not bothering to tell him that the venom experiment wouldn't work in this situation. It was smart, she gave him that, but the kanima is a shape shifter and in this form, they would not be invulnerable. However, Derek's next suspect was Lydia which was beyond stupid because Lydia screams and that's a whole other species.

No, it was most definitely Jackson. Looking into his blue eyes, she knew it was him. She couldn't be sure, of course, needing to see the change firsthand to be sure and then could intervene. In the mean time, she would just sit here and stare at the jock.