Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Restraint Part 3

To avoid the cameras, Stiles, Scott and I waited behind the shelves of the library for Allison to arrive. All I could think about was last night and Isaac and... Wow...

"Y/N?" Stiles said, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Yeah?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes at me. "You've been out of it all day. Did you not sleep last night?"

"Actually, I slept better than I have in months." And yes, that was probably because of Isaac.

Before Stiles could ask more prying questions that I wasn't ready to answer, Allison showed up on the next isle. She pushed her IPAD through the shelves to us. Scott turned it on and pulled up the bestiary. To the right of it was the translation. I wondered if Lydia only translated the stuff about the Kanima.

"It's everything Lydia can translate," Allison said. "And trust me, she was very confused."

"What'd you tell her?" I asked, looking at her through the shelf.

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Allison said, rolling her eyes. I hummed, knowing Lydia probably thought we were all freaks now. Who am I kidding, she probably already thought that.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stiles dead-panned, wiping the smiles off all our faces.

"O-oh... Great," Allison stuttered. Stiles didn't look away from her as Scott started talking. It looked as if in his mind he was thinking of a hundred ways to kill her.

"Okay, does this say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asked. I bit back a smile and put a hand on Stiles' arm. He looked down at me and I gave him a look that said 'behave'. He just stared until finally he rolled his eyes at me and pouted.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers."

Stiles' eyes widened and he fist-pumped. "Yes!"

"It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this south American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village."

"Alright, see? So maybe it's not all that bad," Stiles told Allison. I crossed my arms, giving him a look.

"What words in that sentence makes you think this isn't so bad?" I asked.

"The killing murderers part," Stiles said slowly, looking upwards as if thinking about his answer.

"Until," Allison said. "The bond grew enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."

"All bad. All very, very bad," Stiles retracted.

Allison pulled out a book, pretending to read through it. "Here's the thing though. The Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf, but it can't be..." She paused, waiting for a girl to pass before continuing.

Reading from the tablet, Scott said, "Until it resolves that in its past which manifest it."

"Great, what the heck does that mean?" I asked.

"If that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself," Stiles snarked, his voice cracking a little.

Allison narrowed her eyes in thought. "What if it has something to do with his parents? His real parents."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Jackson was adopted. Does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott said.

"Lydia might," Stiles said. Was it wrong to still be jealous even though I was sort of with someone else?

"What if she doesn't know anything?" I grumbled, pursing my lips to hide my jealousy. That I totally didn't have.

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him myself," Allison volunteered, replacing the book on the shelf above her.

"Okay, what do I do?" Scott asked. I chuckled. Usually it's him and I doing everything. He must feel pretty useless right about now.

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" Allison replied, a small smile on her lips. Good for her, keeping him in check. Scott looked over at Stiles and I like we'd give him an excuse not to go, but instead we nodded at him, agreeing with Allison.

Allison reached through and held Scott's hand. "Promise me."

"If he does anything, you run the other way," Scott said.

"I can take care of myself."

Stiles and I looked down at the book in his hand, awkwardly trying to figure out if we should go or wait or what.

"Allison, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything..."

"Like?"

"Anything weird or bizarre... Anything-."

Stiles shoved his face through the shelf until he was poking out on the other side. "Anything evil." Allison pushed him back with her hand, and he bumped into me, fumbling with his book. I put a hand on his back to steady him.

"Okay, Allison, I agree with Scott. We don't know what Jackson is capable of right now, and it's best for everyone if you're safe. Stiles, let's go." Despite his protests, I dragged Stiles away from the couple so they could have a little privacy. "You go see if you can pry anything out of Lydia about Jackson's parents."

"Okay, what are you gunna do?" Stiles asked, one hand holding the strap of his backpack.

"I don't know yet," I replied then waved to him as I walked away. I was pretty sure I heard him hum flatly, which made me chuckle quietly to myself. I looked over my shoulder to see he'd left to do his job. I shook my head, walking down a hall while was almost bare of people.

A hand went around my wrist and, with surprising strength, someone yanked me into a janitor's closet and pinned me to the door. I was just about to whip out my claws until I saw Isaac smiling at me. My face broke into a smile and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet my lips. My body was already beginning to respond to his, biting his lower lip.

"I missed you," Isaac mumbled against my lips.

"Me, too," I replied, running my fingers through his tousled curly hair. Isaac's lips trailed down my neck, sending shivers up and down my body. I groaned as he wrapped my legs around his waist and ground himself into my center. He turned, slamming me back against a shelf. Which was a bad idea because empty buckets and cleaning supplies came toppling down on our heads.

I squealed, squeezing myself into his arms as my feet landed on the ground. We both went completely still, waiting for the noise and rainfall of hard objects to stop. When it did, we stared at each other then burst into laughter. We had literally just made out in a closet and caused a commotion, like something straight out of a stereotypical high school movie.

The door flung open, letting in the hall light. In the center blocking some light was the body of a tall man. By the time my eyes adjusted, I saw Mr. Harris standing there with his hands on his hips, staring at us disapprovingly.

"First Scott and Stiles, and now you. Why do you all manage to get into trouble on the same day? Detention after school. I'll see you two in the library." Harris left the door open when he walked away. I looked up at Isaac and giggled. He smiled and kissed me again before we left the closet.

"I guess I'll see you in detention," he said, taking my hand and squeezing it.

"I guess so," I replied. He smiled as he released my hand, then he went to his class.