[17] Chapter Seventeen

A Fork isn't of Stabbing Use

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A party was exactly what Clara needed.

After a very eventful and terrifying rave where Clara and Scott were almost killed by Allison's psychotic, cold-blooded mother, everything was cracking piece by piece. Luckily, the two werewolves had healed over the course of the night. Now today was the day of Lydia's birthday party, which was really the event of the year for Beacon Hills.Since Clara's life was heading down hill very quickly, a party filled with boys and alcohol seemed perfect. Even if it was just for one night or an hour. Something needed to go right, just for once.

For the party, Clara chosen a spaghetti strapped, dark magenta dress that stopped mid-way of her thigh with black flats. But once she grabbed her leather jacket and hurried down the stairs, she stood still, frozen at the sight in front of her. Tate stood in the living room, placing a travel size bag onto the kitchen counter. But once he saw that she was standing on the bottom, he sighed. "Hey."

"Hey?" Clara repeated, raising her eyebrows before angrily walking towards him, standing a couple of feet in front of him. "That's all you have to say after being gone? Just hey?"

He was silent for a moment, trying to form his words. "I know I was gone for a while but I needed some time, some space."

Clara scoffed, feeling more anger bubble inside of her. "You needed space? All you did was lie to me!" Her fist involuntarily clenched, her voice raising with every word.

"Do you have any idea what I've gone through ever since my parents died? You don't!""I lost my entre family, my parents and my brother. Got my heartbroken again, found out that the reason my parents are died is because me and my brother were born, and have been hurt by more than one person." With every word, Clara stepped closer by he time she was done, she was standing right in front of Tate. "You have no idea what I've been through."

He avoided her burning stare. "I was swarmed with guilt about lying to you, I had to get away."

"Guilt!" Clara hissed. "I know guilt, Tate! If you really felt that guilty than you wouldn't have lied to me in the first place, you would have told me the moment you knew!"

This time, Tate stayed silent and Clara knew she was right.

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"Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles anxiously asked as he walked with Scott and Clara. The three had arrived at the party around the same time, finding Lydia hosting an empty party.

"No, seen Allison?"

"No."

"No, but we should probably tell her what we found." He suggested.Clara debated the idea in her head. Last time Allison knew information she ended up telling her father and his group of hunters which resulted in the plan at the rave to be completely screwed over.

"I'm still kind of unsure of what we found."

"I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool." Stiles explained, supposedly figuring out this theory when he was looking through the yearbook a couple of hours ago.

Scott raised his eyebrows. "So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?"

"Hated the swim team." Stiles corrected him. "Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven't we thought of?"

Just in the neck of time, Allison walked up to them, awkwardly sharing uncomfortable glanced with her boyfriend, who she was currently not speaking too. "Jackson's not here."

"Yeah, no one's here." Clara added, glancing around at the vacant patio. "It's as dead as a funeral."

"Maybe it's just early."

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob." Stiles retorted.

"Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." Allison told them, wanting to help her best friend.

Scott looked over to Stiles. "She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years."

Stiles gaped his mouth open. "I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet."

"We don't owe her a party." Scott shook his head.

"What about the chance to get back to normal."

"Normal?"

"She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us." Allison said to them.

"It's not our fault she got bit by a seriously pissed off Hale." Clara mumbled, fumbling with her fingers.

Scott exhaled, finally putting a white flag up in this battle. "I guess I could use my co - captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going."

"Who?" Allison asked.

"I met them the other night." Stiles continued, making Clara smile once she realized that it was the two drag queens they had met at the Jungle club. "Let's just say they know how to party."

After Stiles had called the drag queens from the club, Lydia' party was really starting to kick off. There was people, dancing, music, and this weird pink drink which was the only drink that Lydia was serving. Clara was with Stiles and Scott, who was looking over at his girlfriend from across the pool.

"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?" Stiles abruptly asked, growing irritated from the silent couple.

Scott's face quickly transformed into confusion. "Why should I apologize?"

"Because you're the guy, it's like what we do." He replied back, making Clara chuckle under her breath.

The teen wolf grew more confused. "But I didn't do anything wrong."

"Then you should definitely apologize. See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong." Stiles explained to his best friend.

Clara narrowed her eyes. "First off, Allison was the one who did something wrong and second off, girls also like sincere apologizes, not the crap that you pull out of her cell-dead brain."

Scott just continued to looking over at the pool, stubbornly shaking his head. "I'm not apologizing."

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles questioned, quirking a brow."Probably."

The full moon, which just so happened to be tonight, was all under control for Clara since that type of control came from years of self-will. But that didn't mean she didn't feel every painful moment of the moon's effect. "Why do you care anyway?"

Stiles scoffed. "Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. Lydia's become a nutjob. Tate is back and still a lying asshole to Clara. And if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

Scott quickly stood up, his eyes wide and eyes filled with slight panic. "Don't stab yourself in the face."

Stiles huffed, almost like he was disappointed that he didn't have to puncture his face with a metal utensil. "Why not?"

"Because Jackson's here."

The three attention's all turned to the expressionless lacrosse player by day and killer by night. Jackson slowly glanced around the room until Lydia walked over to him. Clara felt an uneasy filling slid into her, already knowing this night was heading into a down-fall.

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