Love's Spiral

Just before the lunch bell rang, Allison and Spencer had planned to meet just outside the lunch room so they could find Jackson together. Spencer stood off to the side for a while, having not attended her class last period. After all the excitement and adventure going on recently, Spencer couldn’t find herself sitting still in a desk for an hour. She took a deep breath, leaning against the wall, awaiting Allison’s arrival.

After the bell rang, Allison approached Spencer a few moments after. She looked to the redhead with a face of determination. “Ready?”

“If you are.” Spencer said, pushing herself off of the wall with her foot.

Allison nodded and the two of them faced the locker rooms and started to walk. After just a minute of silence, Allison spoke. “Have you talked to Stiles yet?”

Spencer furrowed her brow. “About?”

“Anything. I don’t know. He’s been worrying about you.”

“You’ve talked to him?”

“Yeah. All the time.” Allison admitted, nodding.

“About me?” Spencer questioned.

Allison nodded her head from side to side. “Sometimes. I’ll text him if I need to get a hold of Scott and tell him something. After that, Stiles will normally go off on some tangent about something I don’t really understand. Like Star Wars or something. I figured you used to be that for him and now he’s not sure what to do.”

“Yeah. Scott hasn’t seen Star Wars yet, so even he can’t help with that. Stiles and I got along.”

“What happened?” Allison asked curiously.

Spencer gave her a look. “You turned in a favor to Lydia and he went to the formal with her while I was being held captive by your crazy aunt.”

“Right.” Allison said, turning away awkwardly. “Sorry about that.”

Spencer looked down the hall and put a finger to her lips. She was thankful that Jackson was walking in front of them so she didn’t have to talk about it.

Jackson was turning down the hallway to the locker rooms.

Allison nodded her head and they started following them.

Spencer noticed that Jackson had paused in the middle of the hallway. She held her arm out to the side in front of Allison to stop her. Spencer looked down to Allison’s feet and pointed to them.

“What?” Allison whispered.

Spencer pointed to Allison’s high heels she was wearing. The redhead mouthed for Allison to take the shoes off.

Allison obliged, placing a hand on Spencer’s shoulder to lean on while she took off the shoes.

Spencer took a few deep breaths in order to calm herself down. She needed to remind herself to be patient.

Jackson resumed walking when the click of Allison’s heels stopped.

Spencer looked to Allison telling her to follow Jackson and pointing to the spot where she stood in letting her know that she would be there.

Allison nodded and slowly turned into the hallway as Jackson entered the locker room.

Spencer turned her head around the corner and watched as Allison moved towards the locker room door. She had jumped back against the wall again when the door to the locker room opened quickly. Spencer listened for voices.

“You just scared the hell out of me.”

Spencer furrowed her brow and looked down the hallway, not recognizing the voice or the kid. She groaned and turned back into her own hallway, eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Sorry.” Allison apologized. “I… I was just, I was… Nothing.”

“That’s a… Nice heels.”

“Yeah, my feet were hurting, so I…” she trailed off.

“Same reason I never wear mine.” the guy joked.

“What?”

“Uh, forget it. Hey, did you hear about the underground show?”

Spencer groaned internally. She wished that Allison had super hearing so that she could tell her to hurry the conversation along. They had a job to do.

“Apparently they’ve got some big name spinning.”

“Oh, you mean, like a rave?” Allison asked.

“Is it still a rave if you don’t roll? I just all it a party.” The guy explained. “But, hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets, if you’re down. Want me to get you one?”

“Yeah.” Allison agreed. “Yeah. Great.”

“Yeah, alright cool. It’s Friday, so… Looking forward to it.”

“Yeah.”

Spencer let out a sigh of relief when Allison went into the locker room.

“You’re Spencer, right?” She heard a voice say from her left.

Spencer looked quickly to see the guy that Allison had been talking to.

“Yeah?”

“Matt. Daehler.” He said, moving around the corner to stand in front of her.

Spencer narrowed her eyes, still not able to recognize the kid.

“From the lacrosse team.”

“What’s your number?”

“Eight?” Matt said, confused as to why she was asking.

“Right. Right! Number eight. You did that - that thing in the last game.” Spencer said, acting as if she remembered.

“Scored?”

“Yeah. Scored.”

“Well, I sort of scored. I did, but then someone fouled it and then ended up not counting the point.”

“Right. Yes. That sucks.”

“Yeah, kinda.”

Spencer nodded, she tried listening closely to Allison and she heard her heartbeat speed up.

“So are you going to that rave on Friday?” Matt asked Spencer.

“Didn’t know there was one.”

“Yeah. I’m going. Buying a ticket for Allison.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Yeah. Hope so. I mean, Allison is - Allison’s great, you know?” Matt droned on.

“Yeah, she’s so great.” She said, sarcastically, looking away and trying to listen to what Jackson was saying to Allison. She couldn’t though, because Matt kept talking and she couldn’t focus on Allison and Jackson’s conversation.

“And it’s too bad about her and McCall. Doesn’t seem like anyone’s relationships are lasting anymore.”

Spencer looked back to Matt, narrowing her eyes at him. “What?”

“Y-you and Stiles. Weren’t the two of you dating, or something?”

“Or something.” Spencer said, catching Allison’s fast beating heart again.

“I just - I know that you’re not now. And it’s starting to be like a plague of ending relationships. First you and Stiles. Then Lydia and Jackson. Now Scott and Allison.”

“What do you care?”

“I’m just saying.”

Spencer sighed. “Yeah, look, Dr. Phil, when you start having any sort of relationship at all, then you can come talk to me about mine, but right now, I’ve really got to go.” Spencer said, pushing herself off of the wall and away from Matt. She dropped her backpack on the floor at the corner and rushed into the locker room.

Jackson was hovered over Allison on the floor, and he was naked.

Spencer growled, baring her canines and quickly shifting into her wolf form. She jammed a set of her claws into the back of Jackson’s shoulder and pulled him off of her.

It had looked like some sense was knocked into Jackson because he looked at both girls, frightened by the wolfed out Spencer. “Spencer?” Jackson questioned. “Allison? W-what are you doing in here?” He rushed to get a pair of shorts on, just before Scott entered the room.

Allison pushed herself along the floor with her legs until she was leaning against the wall. “I’m fine.” She said quickly. “I’m fine.”

“Scotty.” Spencer said carefully, warning him to stay calm.

“Scott, I’m fine.” Allison insisted.

Scott charged at Jackson pushing him back into the set of lockers, making them tumble over on each other.

“Scott!” Spencer shouted, stepping forward, putting herself in between Scott and Jackson, before they could continue fighting.

“I have a restraining order!” Jackson shouted.

“Trust me,” Scott said, between clenched teeth. “I restrained myself.”

“Guys! Stop!” Spencer boasted.

Jackson pushed himself off of the lockers. He pushed Spencer out of his way, and rushed at Scott. He pushed the wolf into the doorless lockers and then threw him into the shower area.

Spencer had landed on the floor next to Allison. “I’m really tired of being knocked down.” She complained. Spencer sighed and pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Stiles’ number.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Stiles!”

“Who is this?”

“Spencer?” she said, confused as to why he was asking.

“What’s wrong?”

Spencer shook her head, getting out of her thoughts. “I know you don’t have superhuman strength or anything, but I could really use your help.”

“Is that Spencer?”

That was Erica’s voice. “Bring Erica!” Spencer shouted. “We’re in the locker room!” Spencer hung up the phone and turned her head just in time to see Jackson slam Scott down onto one of the sinks. She groaned and pushed herself off of the floor. By the time she was able to reach the two of them, Jackson was pushing Scott out of the locker room. Thankfully for her, Erica and Stiles were just outside the door. Spencer stood in the doorway. “A little help?” she gestured to Jackson standing over Scott.

Erica reached down to grab Jackson.

Stiles pulled Scott off of the floor.

Spencer grabbed Scott from Stiles since he was unable to hold the werewolf back. “Alright, Scotty. That’s enough.” Both Spencer and Scott slip on the water that had puddled itself outside from the sink that had been knocked off.

Stiles grabbed onto Spencer and Allison grabbed Scott before they hit the ground.

“What the hell’s going on?!” the sound of Harris’ voice boomed through the hallway.

Spencer and Stiles quickly moved to grasp onto Scott because he tried to charge at Jackson again.

“Hey! Enough!” Harris said, putting himself between the groups. ”Enough.”

Scott stopped fighting.

Spencer and Stiles loosened their hold on Scott and moved themselves back against the opposite wall.

“What do you idiots think you’re doing?” Harris asked. “Jackson! Calm down!”

Jackson stopped resisting Erica’s grip.

“Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself?” Harris asked. “Stilinski!” His head turned to the other hallway. “Spencer, I’d have thought you would know better.”

“Seems I’m making a lot of mistakes lately.” She mumbles.

“What was that?” Harris demanded.

“Nothing.” Spencer said, taking in a breath and looking away from her teacher, looking down and scratching her nose, embarrassed.

“You dropped this.”

Spencer looked back up to see Matt hand Scott the tablet from earlier. She furrowed her brow, confused as to why he was still around.

Harris grabbed the tablet using it to point to Jackson and then Scott. “You and you…” Harris paused to think. “Actually, all of you…” He turned in a circle, pointing to the seven of them. “Detention. 3:00.” Harris handed the tablet to Scott and walked away.

Spencer looked to Stiles. “You deleted me from your phone.”

Stiles shrugged. “I was trying to stop myself from talking to you.”

“I’m pretty sure that you have my number memorized. And I didn’t realized that any of this happening meant being deleted from your life.”

“I deleted you from my phone.” Stiles reiterated.

“It’s practically the same thing.”

“Spencer…”

“No, it’s okay. I get it.” Spencer walked down the hall a bit, picking up her bookbag from the floor and walked towards her next class. Before she got out of earshot she was able to hear a few statement from her friends.

Scott says, “Dude, I thought you just fixed things.”

“We did.”

!@#$#@![b/]

As Spencer entered the library for detention her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. She took the device out and check the screen, seeing a call from Derek.

“Phones off.” Harris orders, standing in the middle of the library.

Spencer nodded and returned her phone to her pocket, following everyone into the library. She observed the tables she could choose from. One with Jackson, Allison, and Matt, or the other, with Scott, Stiles, and Erica. Spencer ended up choosing a table all to herself. She took out her family book, which was disguised as a notebook, wondering if it had any information they could use about the kanima.

Jackson spoke. “We can’t be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools.”

“All these tools?” Harris asked.

“No, just us tools.” Stiles responded, pointing back and forth between him and Scott.

“Fine. You two, join Spencer.”

Spencer looked up at Harris, ready to protest the boys’ move.

“Is there a problem?” Harris asked Spencer, as the two moved their seats.

“No, I guess not.” Spencer said, annoyance written clear in her voice.

Scott took the seat next to Spencer, knowing things were a little tense between her and Stiles. He didn’t even want to subject himself to that drama, but he knew that his friends would work it out eventually.

Spencer ignored the boys, flipping through book.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Scott seethed.

“No, you’re not.” Spencer and Stiles said at the same time. Spencer looked up at Stiles momentarily before going back to her book.

Stiles sighed and continued. “You’re going to find out who’s controlling him and then you’re gonna help save him.”

Scott looked back at Jackson for a moment then back to Stiles. “No, you were right. Let’s kill him.”

Stiles groaned. “Oh, no.” He declared. He looked to Spencer. “Have you found anything?” When she didn’t answer, Stiles got her attention. “Spencer.”

“What?” She said, looking up from her notebook.

“In your book. Have you found anything about the...thing?”

Spencer narrowed her eyes at him. “This thing is hundreds of pages long and I don’t have the magic to quickly flip through it.”

Stiles thought for a moment. “So you haven’t found anything?”

“No, Stiles, I haven’t found anything.” Spencer snapped quickly.

Stiles backed away from the table slightly, noticing that Spencer’s eyes had changed to their werewolf gold color. “Okay, okay.” He soothed. “I’m sorry. Put the claws away.”

Spencer looked down at her hands and saw that her claws actually were extended. She pulled her sleeves down, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m just not thinking clearly right now.”

Scott put his hand over Spencers. “Think about Derek.” He told her.

“Why would I think about Derek?” Spencer asked.

“Well, he’s your thought, right?” Scott assumed. “What stops you from changing.”

Spencer shook her head. “No? Why would he be?”

“Allison is mine. And we’re...you know. I just thought - ”

“Well, he’s not.”

“So, what is?” Stiles asked her.

Spencer opened her eyes and looked up at him. “I’m not telling you.”

“If you tell me, we can help you.”

“I don’t need your help. I need you to be quiet.” She closed her eyes again, focusing hard on her anchor, like Derek had taught her.

Scott waited quietly for a few minutes for Spencer to calm herself, while Stiles waited impatiently.

“Hey, what if it’s Matt?” Stiles asked.

Spencer’s eyes shot up to meet him. “Matt who?”

“Daehler. From lacrosse.” Stiles pointed behind Spencer to the table Jackson sat at.

“Why him?” she asked.

“This whole thing comes back to the video, right?”

“Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing.” Scott brought up.

“Exactly. He was trying to throw suspicion off himself.”

“Are you talking about the video of Jackson taping himself on the full moon?” Spencer asked, earning a nod from Scott. “He actually did that?”

“Apparently so.” Stiles nodded.

Spencer looked to Scott. “Are you sure you texted me about everything this morning?” Spencer sighed, looking back at Stiles. “So, you’re trying to say that, that guy, over there,” Spencer pointed, “made Jackson kill Isaac’s dad?” She challenged.

“And then one of the Argent’s hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep?” Scott added.

“Yes!” Stiles pressed.

“Why?” Scott and Spencer asked at the same time.

“Because…” Stiles looked to Matt. “He’s evil.”

“You just don’t like him.” Scott insisted.

“The guy bugs me.” Stiles admitted. “I don’t know what it is.” He sat back. “Just look at his face.”

Spencer turned in her seat to look over at Matt who offered a chip to Jackson, and then turned back to Stiles. “Oh, yeah, practically the face of the devil.”

“Any other theories?” Scott asked.

“Not really.” Stiles sighed.

Spencer rolled her eyes, and returned to her notebook.

“You okay?” Matt asked at the other table.

Spencer turned, seeing Jackson leave his seat.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Jackson responded.

“Are you alright?” Harris asked, standing as Jackson got closer to the library desk. He studied the boy. “Hey, you don’t look so good.”

“I just need some water.” Jackson said, as he left the library.

Harris steps towards the middle of the library to address the room. “No one leaves their seats.” And then he left after Jackson. Once he is clear of the room, Scott and Stiles get up from the table.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked.

“Find out more about Jackson.” Stiles answered.

“How?”

“Erica.”

Spencer furrowed her brow and got up to join her table. “What do you know that you haven’t told us?”

“I don’t know anything.” Erica promised. “I only just found out that it was Jackson and this one,” she gestured to Stiles, “is asking me what I know about him from my dad.”

“Stiles said you know how his parents died.” Scott said.

“Maybe.”

“Talk.”

Erica looked over to Spencer.

Spencer nodded. “We’re working together on this one.

“And Derek? What does he think?”

“He will get over it once we go to him with information.”

Erica nodded, putting down her notebook. “It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator. Everytime he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he’ll be getting when he’s eighteen.”

“So, not only is Jackson rich now,” Stiles said, “but he’ll be getting even richer at eighteen?”

“Yup.”

“There’s something so deeply wrong with that.”

“Especially when I’m living in an abandoned subway station.” Spencer complained.

“That’s your own choice.” Stiles remarked. “Our front door is wide open.”

Spencer narrowed her eyes at him.

You know what?” Erica said, moving her notebook from on top of her laptop. “I could try to find the insurance report in my dad’s inbox. He keeps everything.”

Spencer looked to Scott, noticing how he kept looking back at Allison. “She’s fine, Scott. It’s just detention.”

Scott nods, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.

“Scott McCall, please report to the principal’s office.” The voice of Allison’s mother came from over the PA system.

“Detention and the principal’s office?” Spencer looked to Scott. “What did you do?”

Scott shrugged.

“Go on. We’ll handle this.”

Scott nodded, leaving his friends to find out more about Jackson.