6 // Frenemy

                                    

                                          
I push my way through a crowd of people. There were ambulance and police cars outside of the "Jungle" club. This has to be were they went. I look around and spot Scott standing over a gurney talking to someone. I stormed over to him and shoved him as the gurney was rolled away. "Ouch! Rowan what the Hell?" He yelled at me.
                          
"You what the hell! I swear if you go running into a fight without me one more time imma kick both of your asses!" I yelled back. Scott rolled his eyes and started walking towards Stiles' Jeep. "Was that Danny?"
                          
"Ya but he's fine."
                          
"Well what happened?" 
                          
"Jackson happened." He replies before getting in the passenger seat. I open the back to see a bloody, unconscious, Jackson.
                          
"Holy-"
                          
"Shhhh!" The boys said and ushered me inside.
                          
"You know this is borderline kidnapping right?" I ask them.
                          
"No it's not." Stiles scoffs as if I'm being over dramatic. "Besides we found him like this we're just making sure he gets out ok."
                          
"So your kidnapping him."
                          
"Couldn't get anything out of Danny." Scoff says ignoring my comment.
                          
"Okay, can we just get the hell outta here now, before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles says nervously looking around. Before Stiles could pull out Sheriff Stilinski's patrol car pulls right in front of the Jeep. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could this get any worse?" I jump as Jackson groans trying to sit up. "That was rhetorical!"
                          
 "Get rid of him!" I grunt struggling to keep Jackson out of sight. 
                          
"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene, and he's the sheriff."
                          
"Do something." Scott pleads. Stiles angrily fumbles with the door handle before opening it and getting out to meet his dad. 
                          
"Hey." He says to him.
                          
 "What's - what's going on?" Jackson moans.
                          
 "Jackson, Jackson, be quiet." Scott begs trying to listen the the Stilinski's conversation. A few seconds later Jackson groans even louder. "Rowan make him shut up!"
                          
"Jackson, please be quiet." I say covering his mouth. He struggles for a bit before slapping my hand away and sitting up. As the blanket slides off of him I quickly notice that he's completely naked under there. "Oh my god!"
                          
"What's happening?" He asks somewhat awake now. 
                          
"Jackson, I'm sorry, but - Oh!" Scott quickly punches Jackson in the face knocking him out cold.
                          
"Scott!" I quickly scold him. The commotion in the Jeep caused Mr. Stilinski to look over at us. We just smiled and waved at him. Stiles awkwardly says goodbye to his dad before getting back in the Jeep taking us god knows where.
                          
We've been driving for about ten minutes and the whole time these two have been going back and forth on what to do with Jackson. "Uh, what about your house?" Stiles suggested.
                          
"Not with my mom there!" Scott quickly protested. "We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous." 
                          
"Wait So your telling me you two idiots kidnapped Jackson without half a clue on what you were going to do once you caught him?" I scold the two of them. "See this is why you need me."
                          
"We didn't plan on taking him. It was a heat of the moment kind of thing." 
                          
"I still say we just kill him." Stiles inputted. 
"We're not killing him." Scott and I monotonely reminded him.