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Chapter 2: He Cheated On Me
Scott was worried. He could tell that his best friend was avoiding him. He wondered if he had done something wrong, something that made her angry. Surely they could talk about the issue like mature adults. After all, they had been best friends since high school and could talk about anything.
Three days had gone by since he had received her abrupt text. "Can't talk. Busy with stuff. I'll talk to you later," the text had said.
He figured that whatever was going on he would find out at the appropriate time and decided to let her be. It was hard not to wonder, though. Last night, he had called twice and texted her asking if everything was alright. Twelve hours had passed and he still hadn't received a response.
He thought about the last time they had seen each other, hoping to find some sort of clue as to why she was avoiding him. They had met at the archery club where she had once again embarrassed him with her superior archery skills. It was about six months since she started teaching him and he had improved significantly but was nowhere near as good. Afterwards, they had gotten burritos at their favorite food truck and sat around talking and laughing. Everything seemed to be good between them in Scott's eyes.
He just didn't understand. He couldn't figure out why she was angry with him. But then again, he wasn't completely sure it had anything to do with him. She could be having a busy week at work and needed to focus. Or her father had come to town unexpectedly or her old roommate from college. There were many logical explanations why she wouldn't talk to him. Maybe she really was just busy. Either way, he wasn't going to wait around much longer.
Scott was finishing up his appointment with a golden retriever with a broken leg when his sensitive ears heard his phone vibrating on his desk in his office. He tried to be patient and not hurry his client but couldn't wait until he could get to his phone. After the owner and his dog had left, he quickly walked to his office to retrieve his phone, but was disappointed to see that it was Stiles. He had called twice already, and just as Scott was about to call him back, his phone vibrated again and flashed a picture of Stiles putting his head inside a fake shark's mouth.
"Hey Stiles."
"Scott, the best thing just happened. I was at the grocery store and those Honey Scouts had a table out front. Buy three, get one free! So I got us eight boxes. You like the mint and lemon ones, right?"
"Yeah, I like all of them actually. Hey did you get the caramel fudge cookies?"
"Yes, why?"
"Great, I'm gonna need them later."
"But it's the only box I bought," Stiles said defensively. Caramel fudge was in fact his third favorite flavor.
"I'll get you another one later. I'm gonna drop by Allison's and those are her favorite."
"So I take it she's still being evasive?"
"Yeah, hopefully some cookies will help."
"Why don't you call up Lydia and ask her what's going on?"
Scott hadn't considered this before. "No, I think it's better to just see her face-to-face."
Half an hour later, Scott closed up the clinic and said goodbye to his teenage assistant. He drove to the house he shared with Stiles, showered, and went on his way to Allison's apartment with the box of cookies. Upon passing the cupcake shop she loved, he swung by and picked up two cupcakes.
Allison got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She quickly went to the kitchen and checked on the stuffed chicken she was cooking in the oven. Although she wasn't a great cook, she enjoyed cooking and needed something to take her mind off Aiden, so she had been spending more time in the kitchen busying herself with recipes. A knock on the door paralyzed her.
She paused for a moment, hoping he would go away.
"Allison? It's me, Scott."
Realizing it wasn't her scumbag ex-boyfriend, she immediately felt at ease and opened the door. Aiden had appeared twice at her doorstep, trying to get back with her. She was glad it was anyone but him.
Scott tried not to stare inappropriately as Allison stood there wrapped in her towel with her wet hair. He knew they were only friends, but he was also well aware that his friend was a woman, and a beautiful one too. Ever since she moved to Beacon Hills, there was always a guy or two pursuing her. At one point, Scott had wanted to make a move but accepted that their friendship was too important for anything to threaten it.
"Scott. This is a surprise." She hated when people saw her without makeup on. It always made her feel exposed. Plus, she knew her eyes were puffy.
"Sorry for barging in on you like this, but I was just in the neighborhood and the Honey Scouts are selling cookies," he said as he held up the box of cookies. "I also got some cupcakes, too."
Allison smiled. It was a strange feeling after the hell she had been enduring the past few days. Leave it to Scott and sweets to make her feel slightly better, although the cupcakes brought back bad memories. She moved aside to let him in.
"Thanks, you really didn't have to. Have you eaten dinner yet? I'm baking some chicken if you're hungry. We can have the cookies and cupcakes for dessert."
"Yeah, dinner sounds good."
"I'll get changed real quick."
Part of her wasn't in the mood to entertain guests that evening. She loved Scott, but all she wanted to do was be alone.
After changing into leggings and an oversized sweater, she dabbed on concealer under her eyes, applied a bit of mascara, and gave her lips some color. She tied her wet hair up in a knot on the top of her head and looked at her reflection.
The makeup helped put some life back into her face, but she still looked miserable.
"What are you watching?" she asked as she joined Scott on the couch.
"The Travel Network."
They sat in silence watching a woman learn how to snowboard.
"We should go one day," Scott said.
"I guess. I'd rather go surfing, though."
"You, surfing? Where was that spirit the last time we went to the beach?"
"It was cold. I'd rather go in a more tropical place."
Scott chuckled. "Allison Argent, surfing extraordinaire. I like it."
Allison laughed as she pictured herself on a surfboard. She silently thanked Scott for being there with her. It felt good to be around people.
"Listen, I'm sorry if I've been out of the loop lately. I've kinda been going through some things."
Scott shifted his attention and leaned forward slightly.
"What's up?" He had noticed she was acting differently - less lively and more serious.
Allison took a deep breath. She hadn't told anyone about Aiden yet. She didn't know where to start. Maybe the best thing was to just rip the Band-Aid off.
"I broke up with Aiden."
Scott didn't know how to respond. He was surprised to hear this news. The last time he had seen the pair together was at a bar and everything seemed to be going fine with them. It couldn't have been more than two weeks ago.
"I'm sorry, Allison."
She tried her hardest to not cry. She couldn't believe she was in this situation, again. It hurt to think that Aiden had been with another girl. And if he hadn't been caught, he'd still probably be cheating while Allison would continue on being the clueless girlfriend. She got up from the couch and went to check on the chicken again, wiping her eyes with her sweater.
Scott felt horrible. He knew how much Allison loved Aiden. She had even said he might be the one. If Aiden had done something stupid, he would make sure he paid.
"Is there anything I can do?" Scott asked.
"You can set the dishes."
"That wasn't - uh, yeah. I can do that."
He pulled out plates and utensils for the both of them while Allison got dinner ready. Besides the stuffed chicken, a bowl of mashed potatoes, brown rice, and steamed vegetables waited to be devoured.
"Looks great. Smells even better," Scott complimented.
"Thanks, but most of it is actually leftovers. I've been trying to cook more and I always end up making large portions."
As they started to eat in silence, Scott wondered if it was okay to ask Allison what happened with Aiden. He didn't want to seem insensitive, but he also wanted to know why they broke up all of a sudden.
He wasn't sure if he was happy about the news or not. In the beginning, he couldn't believe Allison had chosen such a douche as her boyfriend. Aiden always disliked when Allison hung out with Scott instead of him and accused Scott of trying to break them up. They even got into a drunken fight once, which resulted in Allison refusing to speak to either of them. With time, Scott had come to accept Aiden and they acted civil towards each other.
"Aren't you gonna ask?"
"If you don't wanna talk about it, we don't have to. We can talk about something else. Like surfing."
Allison picked at her mashed potatoes. "Maybe it'll be good for me to talk. I've spent enough time locked away by myself."
Scott studied her face. She was tragically beautiful.
"Now before I start, you have to promise me that you won't go looking for Aiden. Okay?"
"I can't promise that. If this is Aiden's fault..."
"Scott, please. Just promise." The last thing she needed was two werewolves attacking each other.
"Fine."
"Say it."
"I promise. So what happened?"
As Allison explained to him the events of the past weekend, Scott's features darkened. He knew Aiden wasn't a good guy.
"What a dick. I can't believe he did that to you."
"Yeah, well, I guess it just wasn't meant to be." Allison drank some water. She could feel herself close to tears.
Scott noticed. "Want me to break his legs for you?"
She smiled. "Thanks but no thanks. You promised remember? I just wanna forget he ever existed."
They spent the night talking and eating cookies and cupcakes, which she wish she had taken along with her after the whole Aiden thing now that she thought about it. Scott's company was cathartic to Allison. She let herself cry on his shoulder and poured out all her frustration and heartache. She felt like a mess - an ugly, unworthy mess. A mess not good enough to keep a man interested.
"Of course you're good enough. You did nothing wrong. Aiden's just an idiot who made the biggest mistake of his life and you deserve better. He's an ass and now you know what kind of guy he is. Have you spoken to him since then?"
"He's dropped by a few times and called and texted repeatedly. I've even put my phone on silent. I told him to go away and stop calling. I just wanna be left alone for now, so I can be in the right state of mind when I do talk to him. I'm not ready to face him yet. I'm just so angry and hurt, you know? I wanna just chop off his balls and feed them to the birds."
"Poor birds."
It was almost midnight when Scott got up to leave. When they got to the door, they hugged each other goodbye. It was a long hug, the kind of hug that was a conversation in itself. Allison felt secure and comforted in Scott's arms. But she knew that once he left and she would be alone in bed, the insecurities and tainted memories and questions would resurface to consume her again.
Thank you for reading chapter 2 and I hope you enjoyed it. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome. I'll be posting chapter 3 sometime next week. If you like this story, check out this original piece I wrote about another breakup. The link is posted on my profile under Website. Thanks and have a lovely day!
