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eight: crystalisation but make it deadly

"As if he was ever that bright, to begin with," Rowan muttered causing Jackson to bite back a smile.

'Okay, I need a volunteer to answer the question on the board..."

'Paralysed from the neck down, do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson seethed as the trio turned back to face him.

"Im familiar with the sensation," Stiles mumbled and Rowan nodded.

"It wasn't a fun experience."

"Wait, why would Derek test you? Why would he think it was you?" Scot frowned confused.

"How should I know? "Jackson clapped back.

"Do they think it's Lydia?" Rowan frowned but Jackson shook his head.

"I don't know, all I heard was her name and something about chemistry-"

"Jackson!" Coach yelled, causing the trio to focus back on their paper and Jackson to look up at his coach.

"Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?" Coach raised a brow.

"Just an undying admiration for my coach." Jackson shrugged nonchalantly with a charming smile.

"Oh, that's nice. Not shut it! Shut it!" As Coach began to walk away and turn around, Scott pulled his sister and Stiles towards him.

"How do we know it's not her?" Scott asked them.

"Because I looked into the eyes of this thing ok? And what I saw was pure evil. Lydia is only 50% evil...ok maybe 60. But no more than 40 on a good day!"

"Stiles that's not a very good argument."

"I know but I swear it's not her." Stiles sighed. They looked around at Rowan who had been silent the whole time and Stiles frowned.

'Ro?" He asked gently.

"Stiles is right. I looked into the eyes of that thing and it- it's not Lydia. I know it's not." Rowan said as she looked between her best friends intently.

"I know it's not."

Lydia's frantic gasp was suddenly heard and the trio turned to face a scared Lydia who was at the front of the class, words written in what looked like a different language on the board,

"Ok then, anybody else wanna try answering? this time in English?" Coach asked as the class started to snicker. Rowan watched as the Martin girl shakily made her way back to her seat, what was going on with Lydia was something Rowan couldn't seem to figure out.

She exchanged glances with Jackson as Scott spoke up," what is that, Greek?" Scott asked.

"No, I think it might be English," Stiles said slowly as he showed the four of them the picture of the board on his phone. He inverted the photo and the words spelled out made Rowan's eyes widen.

'Someone help me."

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"Derek isn't gonna kill her without proof," Scott said as the trio made their way into the chemistry lab.

"Ok, so Derek;'s gonna test her. The question is when and where?" Stiles asked. Rowan scanned the room and sighed once she spotted two werewolves dressed in leather jackets making their way into the class.

"I think here and now," Rowan said. The boys lifted their heads and locked eyes with Issac and Erica. Both groups looked toward Lydia and immediately raced toward her.

Scott and Stiles reached the strawberry blonde before the werewolves, sitting on either side of her while Rowan took the table on their right.

As Allison entered the class and took the seat beside Rowan, she threw the girl a questioning glance as she stared at Scott Lydia, and stiles. Rowan just jerked her head to wear Issac and Erica sat and both girls just exchanged looks.