Angel | TW/ B.T.

f o r t y - f o u r

"I get it, I know what you're trying to do." Mrs. Finch nodded her head. 

"You do?" Liam asked.

"You're upset, you both are. You want to get back at me." She said.

"Upset?" Liam questioned.

"Because I stood by and I did nothing for what Gabe and Nolan did to the two of you." She said. "I'm an adult and I should have protected you." 

"No!" Liam said. "No, I mean, yeah, but no that's not why we're here. I know about your pack."

"My what?" She asked. 

"We know what you are." I said. 

"Guys...I..."

"You're a werewolf." Liam stated. 

She chuckled, "A what?"

"A person who turns into a wolf on a full moon." Liam said. 

"Oh, God. Yeah, right. And I can probably only be killed by a silver bullet."

"No, no, that's not totally true." I said. 

"Are you guys on drugs?" She asked. 

"Are you?" I asked. 

"Well I know your father is a surgeon at the hospital." 

"We're not on drugs! Mrs. Finch, you're a werewolf."

"Hydrocodone?" 

"You have a pack." Liam said. 

"Oxycodone?" 

"You said it on the phone." Liam said. 

"That's enough." She said. 

"You can't hide what you are." I said. 

"I don't know what you're talking about but you really need to go, now." She said. "You need to leave this classroom right now, and Blaire you need to get back to work." 

We didn't move. 

"You have to leave my class. Go!" 

"No." I shook my head. 

"Hey, it's me again." The phone spoke. 

I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Scott. 

"I, uh, don't know why you can't seem to call me back. Maybe it's because you think you're punishing me. But this is too long. It's too much. And it's not about us. Something's happening in Beacon Hills, to the people here." Scott walked towards us. Mrs. Finch took the phone, slamming it shut.

"Where did you find this?" She asked. 

Scott looked at her as I stood up straight.

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I left Liam and Scott to interigate Mrs. Finch some more while I passed out the detention slips. I walked down the hall and opened the door to Coach's room. He had his class taking a test. 

"Dunbar." He said. "What do you want? I'm trying to give a test." 

"Detention slips." I said. 

"Go ahead, these kids need some discipline." 

I smiled and handed them out to the kids. I was about to walk out. 

"Wait, dunbar." Coach said. 

"What's up?"

"Come into my office." He told me. 

I followed him into his office and shut the door. 

"Are you and little dunbar okay?" He asked.