Coup De Foudre ➵ Allison Argent (1)

Fourteen

I scoff. "I'm not a part of Derek's pack so why do I have to do it?" I retort.

"Because he knows eventually you'll want to be in it," Isaac responds and trails his eyes over my body. "And I definitely want you in it."

"And what's your plan exactly?"

"Derek thinks Lydia's the Kanima," Erica says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"He thinks it's her? I doubt it." I mutter.

"Yeah, and if it's her," Isaac cockily adjusts his leather jacket. "I'm gonna kill the bitch."

"We have to test her first," Erica says.

The bell rings, signaling that it was our warning bell for our next class and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Look, I'm not saying I'll be a part of the plan, but I'll keep an eye out. Alright?" I say and they nod.

I walk away from the two but quickly go to my Economics class since Stiles and Scott were in the class and I had to tell them what Derek was planning.

Once I walk in, I see the two already in their seats whispering to themselves and I take a seat behind Stiles.

"You guys won't believe who I just ran into," I whisper, pulling out my notebook from my backpack.

"Isaac and Erica." Stiles guessed and I slowly lean away in shock. "We saw him last period."

"Oh. Well, I just had a conversation with them and--"

The same guy from the hallway takes a seat next to us but glares at Scott and Stiles. "Alright testicle left and right," He says then notices I'm beside him. "and a girl I don't know, what the hell is a Kanima?"

I turn to him in shock as well as Scott and Stiles, curious as to how the hell he knew about the Kanima. Did Scott tell him?

Coach slams his notebook on his desk, causing all of us to turn to face forward. "Alright listen up. A quick warning before we begin our review, some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult," He says but then snorts. "I'm not even too sure if I could pass it."

"Well, that's just great," I mutter.

"Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question." He points to the board and a couple of hands rose up.

As he was distracted Scott and Stiles turned around but I still faced forward since I wasn't trying to get in trouble by Coach.

"Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you guys have any idea what that feels like?" The guy whispers and I nervously feel the back of my neck, feeling the small scar the Kanima left and remembering how it didn't work.

"I'm familiar with the sensation," Stiles responds and the guy looks at him with annoyance.

Scott furrows his eyebrows. "Why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?"

"How should I know?" The guy glares as Stiles's eyes widen.

"Do they think it's Lydia?"

"That's what I was trying to tell you earlier. They want to test her during Chemistry." I whisper and I see the panic form on Stiles' expression.

The guy nods. "That's what I overheard too."

"Jackson!"

The four of us jump and see Coach had been standing in front of Scott and Stiles. We quickly face forward and I pretend to take notes on the board.

"Do you have something that you want to share with the rest of the class?" He asks and Jackson turns to me for help, but I give a small shrug.

"Uh...just an undying admiration for m-my coach." Jackson stutters and I suppress a laugh from coming out.

Coach nods with a smile. "Oh, that's really kind of you."

Jackson shrugs cockily. "Yeah well—."

"So shut up!" Coach angrily scolds. "Shut it!" He turns away from us. "Lydia, you're up!"

I tap on Stiles's shoulder, making him look back at me. "How do we know it's not her?"

"Because I've looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? What I saw was pure evil. When I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see fifty percent evil." He says but Scott gives him a look. "Alright, maybe sixty. You know, no more than forty on a good day."

"Stiles that's not a very good argument," Scott responds.

Stiles lets out a sigh. "I'm aware of that but I swear it's not her. It can't be, alright. Lydia's fine."

"Lydia? Lydia?" Coach calls out and I look back at the board, seeing her look around in fear as her mascara ran down her cheeks.

"Okay..." Coach slowly turns to face us again. "anyone else want to try answering? This time in...English?"

This causes most of the class to erupt in laughter, making me roll my eyes.

I squint at the board and see she had written the word 'ƎMq⅃ƎHƎИOƎMOƧ' several times, not having a clue on what it could mean. She turns around to see the board and slowly places the chalk back on the rack.

"What kind of language is that?" I whisper as Stiles pulls out his phone.

"Greek?" Scott adds but Stiles shakes his head.

"No actually, I think it is English." He says and pulls out his phone. He took a picture of the board but flipped the image, showing what it actually spelled.

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