How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 35

"Scott. Jade," he said, kneeling down to be eye level with them. "Mr Argent," they replied in unison.

"How're you doing?" he asked. "Good," they replied. "You know, just hanging out," Scott added. If she was the one who wasn't in this situation, that would have actually been funny. "Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design."

"Very constricting," Jade noted. She started moving her ankle around as an example. It probably wasn't her smartest idea as the wire just tightened around it.

"What are yous doing out here?" Chris asked, ignoring their comments.

"Looking for our friend," she replied honestly. There was no use lying to him. She couldn't exactly turn around and go 'oh I'm just reminiscing on when we all nearly got killed here!'

"That's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she?" Chris asked, turning his attention to the blonde. She stayed quiet. She didn't think it was a question that you were meant to answer.

"Part of your clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way you put it?" he queried. He stopped talking, feigning a look like he was searching for the word. "Part of your pack?" he spat. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Clique sounds about right," Scott replied.

"I hope so. Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance like yourself, I can handle. Well, actually three," he corrected, glancing at Jade. "Three, I can manage. Not four."

"Do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?" he asked.

"No. I'm pretty sure I don't want to either though," Scott replied.

"A medical term for amputating someone at the waist. Cutting them in half," Jade responded. She didn't like where this conversation was going.

"Yes. Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary," he commented. Yeah, she definitely didn't like where this was going. Chris shot one more glance at the pair before walking off.

Max, Stiles and Allison came running over to them. "Are you okay?" the girl asked.

"Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad," Scott replied. "As usual," Jade added.

"Help with this," Max said, rushing back to the tripwire. They were trying to figure out how to get the other two out of it, but Jade and Scott didn't particularly feel like waiting.

Scott flicked out his claws, cutting the wire and landing on his feet. Jade waved her hand. She was turned back up the right way, floating in the air. The wire unravelled around her ankle as she landed neatly on the floor. The purple and white aura that surrounded her slowly faded.

"What the-" Max began.

"That was awesome!" Stiles yelled, laughing.

~

Jade parked her car, throwing her keys into her bag as she got out. An all too familiar Porsche parked next to her, the music blaring.

"Nice car," someone commented. The man looked like he was homeless, or maybe going through a really tough time.

"Here's a dollar. Go find another parking lot to die in," Jackson said, handing the man the money.

Jade scoffed, hitting Jackson across the head. "Here you go," she said, handing the man a twenty dollar bill.

"Wow. Jade Pierce being nice? That's a first," Jackson commented, walking beside the girl.

"Wow. Jackass lacking empathy? Not a first. Also, for your information, I'm always nice!" she exclaimed.

"Well, with the way you dress, you look like you'd kill someone with just a look," he replied.

"What's wrong with the way I dress!"

"Nothing! I'm just saying, people are kind of scared of you!"

"What! Why?"

"Because you always wear really dark colours and chains and stuff and people thought you were going to kill them, that's all," he shrugged.  She gasped in fake offence, a hand on her chest. "You look cool though, so don't worry about it."

"Ugh. Now I have to change my style," she groaned.

"Why?"

"Because you just said it looked cool, and I'm not taking fashion advice from you."

                                     ~

"Who's that from?" Jade questioned as a letter fell out of Allison's locker. The brunette looked at the girl, a smile on her face. It was from Scott. She should have guessed.

"Nice dress," someone said from behind Jade.

"Nice camera," Allison replied. Jade turned back to her friend. She glanced back behind her, feeling someone's eyes on her. The boy was staring at them. When he noticed Jade looking at them, he smiled nervously. Looking him up and down, she turned back to Allison.

"Not her sister, her aunt. The one who murdered all those people," someone said from across the corridor. The blonde felt a pit start to form in her gut as Allison's face fell.

"You mean the crazy bitch who killed all those people?"

"The fire. All those animal attacks. It was her aunt."

"Are you kidding? I sit next to her in English!"

"I'd find a new seat."

Allison slammed her locker, rushing off down the corridor. "Hey," Jade said, walking towards the girls. "How about you mind your own business and stop gossiping about other peoples. Or even better get a life?" she asked.

"You can't talk Jade. Why did you have to move in with your aunt? Did your parents get sick of you guys? I wouldn't be surprised. A psycho for a daughter and a psycho for a son!" the other girl responded. Bad move on her behalf. Her anger got the better of her. Jade swiped at the girl, but didn't get far, as two pairs of hands dragged her away.

"Get off me!" she yelled.

"Stop! Jade you'll get in trouble!" Stiles said, pulling the girl away. She elbowed him in the ribs, but he still wouldn't let go of her.

The two girls scoffed, heading away from the blonde. "Crazy bitch. Too much time hanging out with the Argents," she muttered under her breath.

"Pierce!" Jackson hissed. He was apparently the other person stopping her from going after the girls. He was right about people thinking she was going to kill them anyway.

"Fine! Just let go of me!" she hissed back. Reluctantly, they let go of her. "Jade, wait-" Stiles began, but she had already stormed out of the school.

A/N

I don't know if I like this or not, as starting of a season always feels so weird 😭

You are so not ready for the iconic duos this season