Chapter 1/Secrets
Allison:
◘My name if Allison.
My boyfriend Scott and I have been dating for 3 weeks, and I am in love.
Yet, at the same time I feel that he is keeping something from me but I can't put a finger on what I think it is. I want to confront him so badly, but I don't want him to think I don't trust him if it's nothing.
Maybe I should confront him. Just go up to him and ask him, "I've been noticing that you've been acting strange. Is something on your mind? You can talk to me about and trust me." And then he'd tell me and I'd be oh so happy. We'd be oh so happy.
Then again, maybe I'd confront him and it turns out that there really isn't anything he's keeping from me or anything wrong at all. Maybe he's just like that.
But… I really do feel like he's keeping secrets. If he isn't but seems like he is then he probably is keeping secrets, right?
So I should dump him, right?
But I love his smile.
I love his too curly black hair.
I love his intense dark brown eyes.
I love his warm lips pressed against mine.
I love his calming voice.
I love talking to him for hours.
I love to be held by him.
I love him.
I planned to confront Scott the next day. But, go-figure, I couldn't find him. I could only find his best friend, Stiles.
Scott told Stiles everything!
"Stiles!" I shouted as he slammed his locker shut.
He looked at me. "Uhh… yea?"
"Have you been noticing Scott acting odd lately?" I asked.
"Eh…" is all he said.
Eh? Really?
I sighed loudly. "You know what's going on, don't you?"
Another "eh" from him.
"WHAT is going on, Stiles?" I demanded.
He hesitated.
After about an eternity he says,"Well we were being stupid idiot guys one night and he dropped his inhaler and then when we went looking for it we saw the other half of that body. He's probably just spooked."
Inhaler?
What inhaler?
"What inhaler?"
"Eh..."
The bell rings.
"I gotta go!" And he's gone.
Scott:
◘"Well of course I want to tell her. But I feel like I shouldn't. Or-or can't," I say to Stiles.
Stiles gives me this look like I'm a total idiot. "Why can't you tell her?"
Now I look at him like he's an idiot. "DUDE! I'm a frikkin' werewolf! Hairy, fanged, demon eyed, creature
of the night who howls at the moon and resembles a demon-ish wolf that can walk on two feet!"
"Touché," Stiles says. I roll my eyes. "But she is your girlfriend. And if you really like her as much as you say you do, you'd tell her."
I sulk. "Touché," I mumble.
Yeah. I have many reasons to tell her.
•She's my girlfriend.
•I don't want to lose her
•I want her to be able to trust me.
•I can trust her.
•If she somehow figured it out on her own, I'd be dead.
There is also many reasons not to tell her.
•She'd probably break up with me for lying.
•If she did stay with me, she may not be able to trust me anymore/again.
•She would tell someone
•Then I wouldn't be able to trust her.
•Her dad is a frikkin' werewolf hunter.
Most importantly:
•She'd freak out and never want to see me again.
And I love her too much to let me being some evil demon creature come in way of being with her.
Even though it already is… I can hardly kiss her without wanting to eat her.
But still.
Allison and I sit on my bed.
"Why have you been acting so weird lately?" she asked suddenly.
My eyes widen. That was out of no where.
"I didn't know I was," I lied.
She sighs. "Stiles told me about the woods and body."
Hmm. Sure okay. That's why I'm acting weird.
"Oh."
"It's okay, Scott. Want to talk about it?"
"No. I need something to get my mind off it," I hinted.
She smiled. I could see her smile in the dark.
She kissed me
And I kissed her.
She lays back and I lift my shirt over my head.
I kiss her more.
My heart was pounding against my chest.I knew I was about to go all werewolf.
Craaaaaappp! SERIOUSLY!
I jumped off of her and leaned against the wall.
"It's late," I said.
"What's wrong? What's going on? Why does this always happen?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"Scott—"
"Leave please."
"SCOTT! Tell me what the hell is going on or you won't see me again!"
I didn't want to lose her.
"What exactly did Stiles tell you?"
"I don't see how it matters—"
"Tell me!"
"He-he said you guys were roaming through the woods and you lost your inhaler and when you went back to get it you found the other half of the body."
"Okay. Well the night I lost my inhaler, his dad showed up, so I bailed. I lost my inhaler and that Darrick guy— he bit me. He's a werewolf. So now I am too."
"WHAT?" she laughed. "That's CRAZY!"
I turned and looked at her.
She screamed. "Y-you're eyes are a y-yellowish g-gold! And you're TEETH!"
"I tried to tell you. And when I kiss you— my adrenaline rushes and I turn into THIS."
Allison is breathing quickly and loudly.
"Allison—Allison please don't hate me for this. Or tell ANYONE," is all I say.
"Of course I won't tell anybody. I told you that you can trust me. And I don't hate you for being YOU," she says.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"This is you now." she arches one eyebrow and smiles. "Besides, I kind of like it."
A/N:
Next chapter I'll deal with more issues involving Allison's dad :).