Scott turned around too look at Stiles. Stiles flashed him a quick smile, trying to cheer up the kid not really expecting one back. Scott turned back around to face the front. "Everyone take out your books, and turn to page-" then, got cut off by the announcements. "Everyone is required to go to an assembly in the gym right away." after the announcements stopped, Scott shook his head closing his eyes clenching his jaw. He knew what the assembly was about. He looked around the classroom at all the confused faces. Stiles knew too. "Could this day get any worse...?" Scott mumbled to Stiles. "Well, actually..." Stiles began to say throwing his backpack over one shoulder. "Stiles. It was a rhetorical question." Scott giggled, and Stiles could of sworn he saw a light smile appear on his face, but it faded quickly. He stayed close to Scott in the hallway, making his way to the gym.
After everyone was seated, Sheriff Stilinski went in the middle of the gym holding a microphone. Lydia and Jackson sat behind Scott and Stiles. The microphone was turned on, and the sheriffs voice rattled through the gym.
"Hello kids." he began, pacing around the newly polished gym floor. "I have some news for all of you" The crowd was quiet, and listening contently. "One of your fellow students have um.." He coughed, clearing his throat. "Well, passed away." Some girls in the crowd gasped, some of the boys' eyes grew wider. "Allison Argent was a very sweet girl..." He sighed into the microphone.
Scotts heart sank, for the 8th time today. Stiles bit the inside of his cheeks and put his arm around Scott rubbing his shoulder. Some girls burst out into tears. Some boys even. Stiles turned around to see Jackson's face, he was in awe, but didn't look the slightest concerned. But Lydia, Lydia was the worst, maybe worse than Scott. Her eyes fixed on the sheriff. You could see her green eyes starting to well up, her face completely flushed. So pale, so white. A tear fell. He mouth slightly open, her chin quivering. More tears fell.
Stiles looked down at Scott, watching a tear escape from his eye, then watching his wipe it away quickly. He watched at his jaw clentched, and he balled up his fists.
Then, he looked back up at Jackson, watching him lay his hand on top of Lydia's. Her makeup now smeared down her face.
"There will be a memorial service for her tonight on the lacrosse field, and everyone is welcome" The sheriff walked off the court and handed the mic to . "If anyone wants to say a few words about Allison Argent, you will have your chance at the service tonight. Everyone may return to their classes" The mic was switched off.
Scott couldn't believe how many people were crying. Some people he never ever saw them say a word to her. Why start caring now? The gym flooded out quickly. The crying girls and boys moved to the hallway. Scott and Stiles started walking back to class, everything felt slow motion again. Scott and Stiles looked around and couldn't believe that this would have that big of effect of people. People who never even said a word to her. Scotts face didn't change expressions, his jaw stayed clenched, along with his fists, and his mouth in a straight line, not smiling, nor frowning.
Stiles spotted Lydia and Jackson walking in front of them, he see's Lydia still balling her eyes out then see's Jackson try to grab her hand. Lydia quickly swats it away looking up at him with this surprised look. Her makeup completely messed up along with some of her hair. Jackson furrowed his brow in confusion and stormed off. Lydia was broken, and looked around and met eyes with Stiles, her frown made him sad. she ran up to him throwing her arms around him, crying into his neck, not just crying shrieking. His jaw dropped, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her strawberry blonde hair.
Scott looked over at Stiles, and seeing him happy made him smile. It still didn't last though. He walked around the corner to the boy's bathroom ad swung the door open. Looking at himself in the mirror he turned on the sink splashing water on his face. "It'll get better..." He mumbled to him "It has to..." Gritting his teeth he clenched his fists pushing his hands on the sinking. Making eye contact with himself in the mirror he pressed down harder, completely breaking the sink, busting pipes as they fell out out of the wall and water spurted out from the sides. He un-balled his fists throwing his back against a wall sliding down it putting his face into his hands. 'It's not going to get better..." The tears started falling, pouring from his eyes. "None of this works!" He slammed his head against the wall, cracking the tile with his head, more tears falling "Nothing works without her!"
Then the bathroom door was swung open, Scott heard foot steps coming towards him. Scott was tucked away in a corner with his face in his hands balling. The body crept closer sitting next to Scott. Scott ripped his hands from his face, revealing his teary eyes making eye contact with Jackson.