JEALOUSY, STILES STILINSKI

CHAPTER 8

I was still sitting in my seat, waiting for Stiles to finish talking to his dad.

I started to listen to Scott talk with his Mom.

"It's not just this. Although a restraining order is a new low, I didn't think 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," Melissa started.

"I missed a chemistry test?" Scott asked his mom.

"Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded," Mrs. McCall answered her son.

Stiles waved for me to follow him into a different hallway. I stood up and moved over to him.

"What about work?" Scott asked.

"Fine...other than work. And no TV," Melissa replied.

"My TV's broken," Scott told her.

Mrs. McCall shook her head, "Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school," Scott reminded her.

Stiles and I were standing near the doorway watching them talk.

"Then no, uh..." Melissa started.

She looked back at us and I could tell she got an idea.

"No Stiles," Mrs. McCall said.

Stiles moved closer in shock, "What--no Stiles?" He asked.

"No Stiles!" She yelled.

Everyone jumped and Stiles moved back over to me.

"And no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give 'em to me!" Melissa yelled.

Scott quickly reached his hand into his pocket and grabbed them then placed them in her hand.

Mrs. McCall tried to get the car key off but it wouldn't work, "Oh, for the love of God."

"Mom, you want me to--" Scott tried to help.

"No," She replied bluntly.

She still couldn't get the key off.

"Mom, come on, let me just--mom. Mom!" Scott grabbed her hand.

Melissa sighed, "What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?"

Scott sighed as he saw how upset his mom was, "Do you really want to know?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

Stiles began to shake his head quickly from beside me.

"Is this about your father?" Mrs. McCall asked softly.

Stiles started to nod at Scott and I looked at him in disbelief before smacking him on the arm.

Scott looked at us then back at his mom.

"It is, isn't it?" Melissa questioned.

Stiles was still nodding his head, yes and I glared at him.

I could feel how upset she was. She felt guilty.

"Okay, you know what, um...we'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car," Mrs. McCall told Scott.

Scott walked over to us and Stiles sighed.

"I'm the worst son ever," Scott claimed.

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either," Stiles said as he was watching Jackson's father yell at his dad.