"Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been...
Stiles and I were both in shock for what just happened. Jennifer Blake. Our teacher. The Darach. She took our father. And she's probably going to kill him for some sacrifice. We know she has been seen Derek lately so that's the first thing we decided to go for. There was a storm outside and we entered the loft. Stiles and I hand in hand, both shaking in fear. We told Derek everything, and while we did it, Derek didn't say a word. That's when we heard the door so we hid behind the wall.
"Derek? Derek, where are you?" I heard her voice.
"Right here."
"Thank God." Ms. Blake said, running towards him and hugging him. "Something happened at the recital. At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it before you hear it from them." She quickly said.
"From who?" Derek asked.
"Scott, Cassidy, Stiles." She said and Stiles squeezed my hand. "They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me."
"What is it?" Derek asked her.
"Promise you'll listen to me."
Derek looked at her. "I promise."
She kissed him, but Derek wasn't kissing her back, which made her pull away and look at him in confusion.
"They're already here, aren't they?" She asked.
Stiles, Scott, and I walked towards the door and she looked at us. Scott standing next to us with the small bottle on his hands.
"So, they told you it was me¿ That I'm the one taking people?" Ms. Blake asked him.
"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott hissed and I started to tear up, just like Stiles.
"Oh, that's right." She chuckled. "Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. The way, I can get back o teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense." She laughed.
"Where's my dad?" Stiles asked and a tear rolled down his left cheek.
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"How should I know?" She asked, pretending to be innocent and God, I want to put my hands on her and punch her face. "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."
Derek looked at her for a second. I wiped my tears and Derek glanced between Stiles and me, then he looked back to her. "Do you know what happened to Stiles' and Cassie's father?"
"No."
"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia." Scott hissed.
"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that." She said.
