Scott let his head rest between his knees, groaning in frustration. He had heard the whole conversation between Danny and Allison and his mind was racing. Why was Allison so quick to give him up? How long had Danny liked him? Why did Danny's heartbeat affect him more than his girlfriend's? Were they still dating?
"Shit," he muttered, flinging back onto the bed, covering his face with his hands. What he couldn't figure out, what mattered the most to him in that moment, was why everything felt more right when he was with the goalie.
"Scott?" Danny gently pushed the door open, voice not betraying the thudding of his heart trying to escape his chest. "Can I come in?"
The wolf waved a hand, hearing the other boy hesitate for a moment before the mattress sunk down on the left side. They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither boy wanting to start the conversation. Danny let his mind wander, thinking of truly confessing every feeling plucking the strings of his heart, Scott returning the emotions, falling on top of the shorter boy on the bed. He'd find out what the wolf tasted like, and he hoped their bodies fit together perfectly without the constraint of clothing.
"What's going on?" Scott's frustrated cry brought Danny back to reality, and the goalie could have sworn the other boy's brown eyes were a golden color for a fraction of a second.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, Scott," he sighed, looking away.
"No," the young wolf said, sitting upright, eyes set in a glare. "That's not what you want to say. Tell me the truth."
"I..." Danny let his voice trail off, trying to figure out how Scott knew he had just lied. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to me," Scott growled, feeling the shift start to creep up. Danny met the angry eyes, mind furiously debating against what his body was about to do. Closing his eyes, the taller boy leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Scott's, fully expecting to be pushed off. He was surprised when he felt Scott's hands hesitantly snaking into his hair, pulling their bodies closer and lips moving hungrily against his own. As the two boys fell backwards onto the bed, Danny couldn't help thinking that maybe daydreaming hadn't been such a bad idea after all.
Allison swallowed the tears threatening to spill over onto her cheeks, drawing a sharp breath as she hugged herself. After she was sure she wouldn't cry, the door of her car swung open and she slowly made her way to the front door and rang the bell. She had called Lydia on instinct, and was surprised that her friend wasn't busy wallowing over the loss of Jackson. Allison let herself be pulled into the warm house and led up to the girl's bedroom, half-listening to the rambling.
"Well, I don't know what you usually do when you're heartbroken but-"
"Lydia, I'm not heartbroken," Allison interjected, earning a bewildered look as the two girls sat on the bed. "I'm hurt, yes. But not... heartbroken."
"Explain," Lydia said curtly, crossing her arms.
"I don't think we were supposed to be together," she started, taking another deep breath. "Everything felt so right with Scott, but seeing them just laying together, that felt more right to me than anything we had ever done. I don't really understand it, Lydia, so please don't make me try to explain. But I can't feel heartbroken over something that I think was supposed to happen."
"Oh," the shorter girl said thoughtfully, mulling it over in her head.
"Anyways, how are you doing after Jackson?" she asked, wanting to get the focus off of herself.
"Fine! I am doing just fine," Lydia looked away, lower lip quivering slightly. "I don't need him anyways."
"Lydia..." Allison placed her hand on top of the pale white one, squeezing it gently. The girl took a shaky breath, turning to connect their eyes. Allison could feel her heart pounding in her heart, the rush of blood slowly coloring both of their cheeks as they slowly leaned forward, not speaking. The shrill tone of Allison's cellphone broke the silence, startling the two girls away from each other. Pulling the device from her pocket, she silently swore and held it to her ear. "Yeah, Dad?" she said, standing up quickly. The deep voice rumbled for a few minutes before Allison hung up, looking back at Lydia. "Sorry, but I have to go help my dad with something. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Bye," Lydia whispered, watching the dark-haired girl walk out of her room. What the hell had just happened?