How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 130

Jade arched a brow, pursing her lips. She could have just left it, got on with the work or asked for a hall pass to listen to music and calm down. But she could feel the pent up rage eating away at her stomach, fighting to escape. Between Derek leaving, Melissa kicking her out, what Stiles had said about Allison's death, the anger about being used as a weapon and then blamed, on top of the million other thoughts running through her head, she couldn't swallow it anymore. "Me making up my mind, really? You want to go there? You can't decide if you want Malia or Max."

"You want to know what, Jade? You're a narcissistic, hypocritical, callous, obnoxious, crazy bitch who's going to lose everyone she cares about once they wake up and see what you're really like. You can't go a day without trying to kill someone."

Everyone in the class fell silent, Coach, Max and Scott trying to get the pair to stop their bickering or take it outside, but neither of them were listening. They just kept going, pushing the limits. It seemed that they didn't care what secrets they spilled; about the supernatural world or otherwise. Coach was seriously debating whether or not to evacuate the classroom.

"And you're the most judgemental person I've ever met. Your head is so far up your own ass, Stilinski—"

"No, let's go there then, shall we? You want to talk about being judgemental? What about the fact that everyone knows you've been dating Lydia for the last god knows how long, yet you don't have the guts to tell anyone, hm? Because everyone does know. I think you'll find that you're the most judgemental person in the world."

Ringing in her ears.

Suffocating silence.

Everyone's eyes fell onto the two girls who could do nothing but stand there like deers in headlights.

Lydia ran out of the room, stumbling into desks and shoving past Coach in her haste, leaving all of her belongings in the class. Scattered muttering broke out, everyone waiting to see what was going to happen next.

Jade could do absolutely nothing but gape at him, eyes popping out of their sockets, heart pounding inside of her chest, praying that this wasn't real, that he hadn't just said what she thought he had.

The initial shock wore off, her hand reaching out on it's own accord, landing a scolding hot slap across his face. Abandoning her schoolbag on the floor, she rushed after Lydia, trying to get to her before anyone else did.

Stiles grabbed onto her jacket, holding on for dear life, desperate to try and explain himself, although he knew there was no excuse for what he had just done. "Jade, please, I'm really sorry! It just slipped out, I didn't mean—"

"I would have never done this to you. Never. You've just outed my relationship with Lydia, so I've got to go do damage control. I would have never stooped this low. I'm never gonna forgive you for this," she choked out, covering her mouth with her hand, boots clicking against the polished floor as she ran to the one place she knew she would find her girlfriend.

Max shoved Stiles backwards into a row of lockers, perhaps a bit harsher than he had intended, giving Jade time to get away without the boy following her with useless apologies. "Leave her alone from now on, you hear me? What you just done is the worst to date. Stay the fuck away from my sister." Another shove. "You know what? Just stay away from my family altogether. I can't even fucking look at you right now."

He had known, of course, that Lydia and Jade were going out. If Stiles had been right about one thing, it was that almost everyone in the pack had their suspicions. But none of them would have ever dared to use that against them. The number one rule that was unspoken, even among worst enemies, was that you never EVER, under any circumstances, outed someone. It was a despicable, spiteful, unforgivable thing to do.