When Scott arrived at the party, he couldn't help but groan. Honestly, a house full of drunken teenagers was not his scene. At least the Pack was gonna be there. As he walked into the house, he saw a tall brunette with her back turned towards him, and couldn't help but give her a look over. She was hot. He hadn't even seen her face yet. But, unfortunately, she was talking to Greenberg. Scott then caught sight of the side of her face and almost burst out laughing. Of course, it was Allison. The smell of teenage hormones must have thrown him off. But then, why was she talking to Greenberg? He's, like, the school's biggest creep. He caught Allison's scent when some drunken couple bumped into her and he figured it out. Sighing, he went over to them, wrapping his arm around Allison's waist.
"Hey, I was looking for you," he said, trying to ignore the sense of home he felt when he touched her. She must've caught on quickly, because she responded by giving him a lingering kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, I was over here talking to…uh, Greenberg." Scott gave her an amused smile as he heard her silent plea for help.
"Wait…you two are together?" Greenberg asked, frowning at Scott. When Scott nodded, Greenberg huffed and turned on his heel, falling out of their line of vision. Scott could hear him muttering to himself.
When he was gone, Allison jumped and threw her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said, smiling at Scott when she let go. "I honestly thought I was gonna have to judo-throw him or something." Scott laughed because of how serious she actually was.
Just then, Lydia and Jackson came up, smiling at the two. "What are you two doing?" Lydia asked with a knowing smile to Allison.
Interrupting their unspoken communication, Jackson hit Scott on the shoulder. "I bet I can kick your ass at pool, McCall." He said, smirking.
Scott shook his head. "Not a chance, Jackson." The two then took off toward the pool table, kicking off the same drunken couple who must have mistaken it for a bed. Out of nowhere, they each had a fan club. On Jackson's side, there were half the boys on the lacrosse team and some random girls. On Scott's, the other half of the team and a large number of girls, most of them Scott didn't even know.
Allison sat on the couch with Lydia, listening to her talk about how Jackson wouldn't watch The Notebook anymore. Her thoughts drifted, and then she was thinking about Scott. His hair, his lips, his cute, lopsided smile, his killer body, his eyes. Those eyes could melt your heart in an instant, they could make you want to look into them forever. She started to think of how it felt when he wrapped his arms around her, on more than one occasion, now. How safe and secure she felt.
Allison was jerked out of her thoughts by Lydia, who was now violently hitting her arm. Allison looked at the other girl as if she was crazy. "What the hell?" she asked. "What was that about?"
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Maybe you could listen to me and stop thinking about Scott."
That threw Allison off. "How'd you know?" Lydia rolled her eyes again. "I'm very perceptive, you know that. Now, lets go see what the fuss is about by the pool table."
They got up and walked over to where a large crowd had gathered. Allison and Lydia pushed to the front of the crowd, just in time to see Scott doing a victory dance and high-fiving everyone.
Jackson, however, was gathering the pool balls again. "Two out of three, McCall."
Scott shrugged. "Whatever you want, Jackson."
Three games later, Jackson was grinning and doing his own victory dance while Scott crawled in the corner and fake-cried for laughs. It worked, and soon the crowd started to break as everyone went about their business.
"Wait a minute," Scott said. "Where the hell are Stiles, Erica, Boyd, and Isaac?"
Jackson grinned. "Is a threesome out of the question?" Scott just punched him in the shoulder. "Seriously, though," Jackson started. "I saw Isaac headed upstairs with a blonde, Boyd couldn't make it, and Stiles and Erica are around here somewhere."
Scott grinned at that last statement. He now knew where Stiles and Erica were. They'd tried to deny it, but he could smell their pheromones every time they were near each other. Stiles got even more clumsy than usual, and Erica almost always laughed at his jokes, even the bad ones. Come to think of it, he knew he'd heard Stiles and Erica upstairs, but he tuned them out, because, well, nobody wants to hear what went on up there. He was happy for Stiles, the guy got over his love for Lydia and moved on. Hopefully, they're together now. Officially.
Scott decided to go outside for some fresh air, because the hormones in the air were so thick, he was pretty sure a normal person would be able to smell it. He took a deep breath, simultaneously picking up on a familiar scent. He turned around, and there was Allison, looking beautiful as ever. She smiled that mega-watt smile at him.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, not waiting for his answer as she sat very close to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
She shivered, she'd forgotten her jacket in Lydia's car. Scott didn't have a jacket either, so he wrapped his arms around her.
"Thanks," she said, breathlessly. "I don't have my jacket."
Scott shook his head. "It's okay, what's the point of having all this extra body heat if I can't use it?" he joked, hoping to get a laugh out of her, which he did.
Allison looked up at him. "Can we get out of here? To your house, or something?"
She really was not much of a partier, and she knew Scott wasn't either. He nodded and got up, taking out his keys.
"Yeah, but I'm driving," he said, chuckling. He hopped onto the bike, revving the engine, and Allison stopped.
Damn, he looks sexy, she thought. His hair was windswept and the blue v-neck he wore outlined his muscles perfectly. To add on, the moon hit his face in such a way that his chocolate brown eyes were highlighted with flecks of gold. Before Allison could drift into naughtier thoughts, he beckoned her over with his head, and she jumped onto the back of the motorcycle.
Once again, she let her thoughts drift, and before she knew it, they were at his house. He opened the door, letting her go in first, then walked into the kitchen.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" he asked, turning to face her. She doesn't know what came over her as she shook her head no.
He tried something else. "Uh, how about…" He continued to rattle off options, but Allison cut him off. "I don't want to do any of that, Scott." She said, and she could see him start to look confused.
"So what do you want to do?" he asked, and she steeped closer to him, pressing her lips to his. To say he was surprised was an understatement, but he kissed her back, letting everything, lust, love, need, pour out of him.
Allison ran her fingers through his hair, doing the same.
Let's just say the night went from there.
