au: I'm not really going through all the episodes and events in the first season. It's kind of just a beggining. I have Abigail's future sorted out, but not the present. So these chapters may be boring. Sorry for not uploading this chapter sooner; school and stuff, you know how it's going…
DCT Won't Forget You Now: I'm glad you like it. If I come that far in the story, she might lose Allison. But I have the idea for this too. It'll be fun to write.
Lady Shagging Godiva: Oh, I know, it's really bad isn't it? My native language is Croatian, and I'm used to it's grammar so sometimes I translate things roughly. No problem, I appreciate every comment and I'll do my best to improve my grammar and spelling.
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''And I don't blame you dear for running like you did all these years
I would do the same, you'd best believe
And the highway signs say we're close but I don't read those things anymore
I never trusted my own eyes''
-The Lumineers, Stubborn love
„I'll assume things didn't go well," Allison leaned on the locker beside mine. I searched for my little mirror inside the backpack and looked in my reflection. "Really? I thought this is my I'm so happy this is the best day of my life face!" My sister laughed, "Ha, ha. Tell me what happened." Even though I decided not to mention Stiles, or even think about him for the rest of the day, Allison needed to know. We slowly started to walk to our Art class as I told her what happened. For a moment, she kept quiet. Neither of us could possibly figure out what was wrong with that boy. It wasn't just me being late, for sure. She stopped in front of the classroom. "Don't give up, maybe he's got a lot on his mind… like we do." She was applying on Kate, our family history; werewolves running across the globe… you name it. "I just feel like, there's this possibility, tiny little chance. But I'm not sure if I want it."
Something lit up in Allison's eyes. "You like him, don't'cha?" The way she said it made me smile again, like we are back in first grade and talking about our crushes, blushing every time they'll pass before us. "No!" My reaction was sudden, I almost squinted. "In fact, I don't know him, and he's too…" looking for a word, my eyes caught a boy throwing his books in the locker, "childish for my taste."
Allison shook her head, "Are you trying to convince me or yourself."
I pushed her playfully, "Alli, shut the hell up."
That's when I realized why Kate said to stick together. We needed each other to stay sane. For a moment I was jealous of Alli for the thing she had with Scott, or how well she handled everything. My reality collapsed, it's still falling apart, while she's standing strong - still able to smile at everyone who passes by.
Our classes stretched like infinity. But just as I thought how it will never end, the last bell rang. Instead of rushing to my locker and getting out of the classroom fast as usual, today I was too tired to even get up from the chair.
Thanks to God, I have Lydia Martin beside me to pull me and my sister everywhere she goes. Or else, I'd stay put forever. She walked through hallways conquering the place. Every boy and girl turned their heads in her directions, few tried to say "hi", but red-haired girl ignored them completely. It made me think how it will be impossible to get through the day looking at her face. What I will never realize is why are they trying to get her attention so much? She is an ordinary girl, who's just pretending to be someone else. Like we all are. Allison walked a step behind her, while I followed them both, trying to keep up with their pace.
Girls were talking about formal dance tonight. If Lydia didn't bring up that topic, my mind would stay sleepy our whole way to the lacrosse field. But hell, it is formal dance tonight. Have I really forgotten about that? Gosh, I don't even have a dress. I smiled at my own sarcasm. The dance wasn't a thing for me, especially not since my aunt has a werewolf locked up in some kind of dark basement. A picture of human, more in an animal form, though, formed in my brain. It's carved in my mind, and it will never disappear. ,,Do you have a date for tonight, Abigail?" Lydia's voice brought me back to reality.
We're sitting on the benches; both girls are scanning the players. Allison's eyes are locked onto only one boy, while Lydia simply can't decide where to look. I know Allison my whole life, but this raven-haired girl sitting on my right is completely new person. She's in love and it's written all over her face. "I was thinking about staying home."
And this is one sentence you just don't tell to the most popular, beautiful girl in High School and expect to still be friends to her. Look in her green eyes is almost offended. "Not much of a dancer," I tried to defend myself before she could even speak.
Lydia now had all her attention pointed on me, she pulled my arms in hers. What the hell is she doing? "Sweetheart, every girl is a dancer."
This girl always does something stupid that will never fail to surprise me. After Coach Finstock blew the whistle, Lydia pulled my arm and I was almost flying behind her. Few times I tripped over the students that stayed to watch this practice too, mumbling apologies to one of them, only to bump into another one. Finally, when we clearly reached our destination, red-haired dropped my hand. "This Michael," Lydia pulled a boy in front of me. A smile formed on his face immediately. "Well, hello again."
I couldn't help but laugh at the dirty-blond haired boy in front of me. His blue eyes stared at me, kindness filling every corner of them. In spite of his stunning bright smile and strong jaw, his high cheekbones and the fact that this is the type of the boy I'd probably fall for… that honeyed brown eyes couldn't leave my mind. "We met before?" I asked, and squinted through the half-open eyes. He's a lot taller than me, and the sun that's shining behind him is only making my view of him worse. "Oh, we did. Today at the coffee shop."
His name and face popped on the right place like a puzzle. He's the one that teased Jackson about being the co-captain. I mentally noted one more thing in the list of what I like about this guy. For now, only good things include his appearance.
While I was awkwardly observing bunch of the boys around me, Lydia said something to Michael. Everything they've been talking about fell into water when I saw Stiles. Like he felt my stare on him, his eyes found mine. These are the eyes I want. Not the blue one, but the brown ones, with addition of honey in the sun.
"Abigail!" A hand appeared in front of me, blocking my view of Stiles. I don't now why, but the need of breaking the arm of whoever dared to interrupt me while looking at him boiled in my stomach. It danced together with those butterflies. What a mess I am.
"What!?" I practically yelled, making others who didn't have anything to do with this conversation turn to stare at us.
"I asked you…" Michael's cheeks turned light pink color. "I was hoping you'd like to go on a formal with me."
I don't know if this was a question, or a statement. How to answer that? Should I answer that?
By the look the blond haired boy was giving me, he grew pretty nervous. I have smarter things to do than go to a stupid dance. Like what? You're gonna hunt werewolves with your psychotic aunt and the rest of the family – that part of me that was still afraid, the one that still wants to be normal woke up in my head. "I'd love to," Words escaped my mouth.
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