Alex and I rode together in my car in complete silence. I drove while Alex rode in the passenger seat. He moved to turn on the radio.
"I don't want to listen to music." I spoke with little emotion.
"Well I don't want to defy the council either, but it seems that I am about to do that." He looked out the window.
I stopped the car on the side of the road and put it in park. "Well, you are more than welcome to get out." I motioned towards his door.
He looked at me and chuckled slightly. "Being a little over dramatic aren't we?"
I kept the same cold look on my face. "No. If you don't want to be by my side, then get out." I was dead serious in my words and I only hoped that he knew that.
He reached over and locked the door himself. "Drive." He pointed towards the road.
I nearly slammed myself back into the driver's seat and put the car back into drive. When I reached the road that the Argents lived on, I parked a little ways away from the house.
Alex and I snuck into the garage. Where the Argents were already waiting on me.
"It's good to see you again Ms. Hamilton." Argent stuck out his hand for me to shake.
I shook his hand but looked past him to Kate. Then I looked back at Chris and noticed that he had a worried look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"You were hurt last night weren't you?" He gestured to my stomach, where I noticed some of my gauze was coming undone.
I ignored his question and stepped around him to face Kate.
"Kate Argent, on behalf of my father and the council, I am here to question your loyalty to code." Kate smiled sneeringly at me.
"Oh sweetheart, this isn't Game of Thrones. Speak like normal people do, please." I looked over to Alex. And he drew a gun to her head.
A few of the guys squared up and put their hands to the gun in their holsters. Chris looked at me.
I looked around to the other men in the room. "I do believe that you have all forgotten who I am. I am the daughter of the greatest hunter alive. I will one day hold a seat on the council, and I give the commands in this room. I suggest that you all step down and relax." They looked at Chris and then I looked at Chris. I saw that his eyes were staring back at me. He lowered his hand, giving his men the signal to stand down.
"So kind of you." I barely gave him a smile. I looked back over at Kate. "Kate Argent, as I said before. Your loyalty to the council and the code are being put under review. Until the council can make a decision where you are concerned, you are on a ...probation period." It took me a moment to find all the right words. The council were a collected few of the brightest and most elegant elders of our kind. When speaking for them, you were expected to speak as they would. "From this moment on, you don't lift a finger unless I give the okay. If I find out that you disregarded this command, then you will be escorted directly to the council's headquarters and held there. Are you withing understanding of my words?" I made sure that I followed the protocol to a T.
She squared up and grinned at me. "Oh I understand. But that doesn't me I have to agree." Chris started to turn to say something to his sister. "Don't start." She waived him off. "You are a girl. No older than my niece. I don't take orders from her, and I'll be damned if I am going to take them from you." She sneered her words at me.
Alex stepped between Kate and I. She swung to knock the gun out of his hand. And, surprisingly, she was able to do so. Chris went to go and grab his sister. But not before she knocked Alex flat on his butt. Chris motioned for two more guys to help hold her still. I walked up to her. She raised her chin.
"You're severely injured. What are you going to do?" She challenged me.
I gave her a proud smile. "I'm not going to do a thing. Because unlike you, I'm a hunter out of honor. You on the other hand are clearly doing this because you like the taste of blood. You know nothing of honor. And the council will deal with you." I picked up the gun that Alex was holding and gestured for him to follow. "Remember what I said Ms. Argent. I call the shots around here." Argent's men let her go and I walked out of the garage door.
Once I thought that we were out of ear shot, I turned on Alex. "You were supposed to have my back in there." I growled at him.
"What would call that? I held a gun to a woman's head for you." He argued.
"And then you let her knock it out of your hands and push you to the ground. Like a little nerd on the playground." I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Well, what was I supposed to do? Hit her?"
"Yes! You are a guy, Alex. Don't just sit around and let a girl get the upper hand on you." I started to walk back towards the car, but Alex lightly grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back to face him.
"Can we please just talk about what is really bothering you?" He asked and never took his eyes off of me as he did.
"What do you want to talk about Alex? The fact that I'm so badly hurt that I can't even fight for myself. Or do you want to talk about how my supposed best friend left me alone in a dark hallway to bleed out. Oh wait, or we could talk about how Jackson decides to kiss me and tell me that he dumped Lydia. And then she shows up as well. Or we could talk about how my dad has no faith in me and I have until his next phone to bring him the alpha or I can say goodbye to my life." My words rushed out all in one breath and by the time I was finished speaking I had to gasp for some air. I looked up at Alex and he had several emotions run across his face.
"He...kissed you?" He switched his weight around on his feet, moving his shoulders slightly. "And you were okay with that?"
I put my hands up in the air and shook my head at him. "Seriously? Out of all of that...me kissing Jackson is what you got?" I stormed passed him and marched to my car. Before I got in, I matched Alex's stare from across the car. "Yes. I am okay with that. But I'm not okay with you. With us. With our friendship falling apart the way it is right now. I'm not okay with that."
We drove all the way back to my house in complete silence. I pulled into my drive way and put the car in park. And we still sat there, not speaking.
I was trying to give him a chance to bring up one of the issues I had blurted out that was bothering me earlier. He didn't. So I opened my door and began walking up to my house.
"Libby.." I turned and saw Alex jogging up to me. I crossed my arms and I fixed my stance to face him. He seemed to be searching for the words to say. "Are you really sure that you want to date Jackson."
I didn't explode or scream. Instead I kept my voice calm and glared at him. "You're unbelievable." I turned around once again.
"What do you want from me? Please just tell me. Because I'm lost here." I turned to him and I could see that he was sincerely confused. But it shouldn't be all that hard to see what I wanted.
"I want you to grow a pair and be honest. What do you want from me Alex? You sit there and say that I'm the only girl that never gets on your nerves. I'm the only girl that can make you smile no matter what. And that I'm the only girl you trust. That I'm your best friend. That we are partners. Well, from my understanding, partners don't leave one another behind and best friends don't get jealous when the girl finally finds a guy she likes. Or vice versa, but in this case I had to use the girl." I saw him smile at the last part of my rant, the part where I started rambling.
He walked up to me and gave me a very sad yet confident look. "You are my best friend. And all of that stuff is true. I know that you are pissed because I left you. But I did it because if I didn't then the council would have been able to see that I care far too much for you. You should know better than anyone what happens when you care too much in this world. I mean look who your father is. He's the best for a reason. He carries no emotions. If the council thought me incapable of fulfilling my duties then they would have shipped me back to training base. And you would be left here all alone, again." I knew that he was telling the truth. My father had taught me from a young age that if I cared about someone, then they would only get me killed.
"And about you being jealous, was I right about that too?" He dropped his head immediately and gave out a short laugh. He looked back up at me and shook his head.
"You never miss a beat Libbs." I didn't give into his good humor. I wanted an answer. And this answer could change a lot of things. I wasn't so sure if I was ready for it or not, but I knew that I needed it.
"Just tell the truth Alex. Please." This time when he looked at me, his expression looked pained.
"Yeah. You were right about that too." I realized I had been holding my breath and at that moment I let it out. "But I don't know why I am feeling so jealous." This time I gave him a confused look. How could he not know?
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I don't know. The thought of you with Jackson makes me sad. But not angry. I think it's just because I am afraid of losing you. And because Jackson seems like a real jerk. But mostly because I don't want to lose you." I felt my expression soften slightly, but then I saw it. Alex started kicking dirt with his shoe and then moving it with the other. That was his tell that he was lying.
"Alex Davenport. For four years I have known you. And within those four years, I have memorized your movements. All I wanted was for you to be honest. To tell me the truth. And you still are refusing to do that." I walked up the stairs and to my front door.
I swung open my front door and a guy nearly fell through the doorway. "Danny?"
"Heeeyy Libby!" I looked at him and then at Alex. No one else has ever called me Libby. "What? Is that like a special thing between you two?" He gestured from me to Alex. I looked over at Alex and he smiled at Danny.
"There is no special thing between us." I looked back down at the ground.
"No, man. You can call her that." Danny smiled.
"Why are you still here Danny?" He gestured to my mom inside cleaning up the kitchen.
"Your mother is an amazing chef. She was teaching me. That okay?" He looked nervous for a minute.
"You can come over to cook any time. But I'm going to bed now. So goodnight." I gave Danny a kiss on the cheek and went inside the house.
Alex's POV
Olivia shut the door and Danny turned to face me. He was shaking his head. "Lying is a sin. And you just lied your ass off." He pointed to me.
"Excuse me?" I cocked my head to the side. I liked Danny. I knew that he would never hurt Olivia. He might be Jackson's best friend, but he loved her. And she needed more people around her that loves her.
"You love that girl. And my guess is that you have loved her for years. Yet you want to still play the best friend card. A girl and a guy can't be best friends. Everyone knows that. No matter how hard you try to fight it. One will fall for the other. And it's you that fell for her. Not that I can blame you, the girl is seriously amazing. If I were straight, you'd have even more competition. Lucky for you, I'm not." He winked.
"Eavesdropping is considered rude by most." I pointed out to him.
"Why did you just tell her the truth?" I could tell that Danny was sincerely confused. And I knew that no matter what I said to try and explain my actions, he wouldn't understand.
I moved to go and sit down on the stairs. I stared up at the stars for a little bit, contemplating my words. "You ever watch that move Samurai Girl that came on T.V. a few years ago?" I looked up to Danny and saw that he was raising his eyebrows at me. "Don't judge me. It was her night to pick out the movie." Danny started to shake his head and then he joined me on the stairs.
"Samurai Girl. Continue." Danny motioned to me.
"Well, this girl leaves her family and goes to find her brother. And I mean her family is a powerful family. So, she is betraying them by leaving right? Well, she goes out and finds her brother's best friend. This super cool ninja dude right? He trains her to be able to use a Samurai sword. And you can tell that there is obvious tension between the two. Sexual tension. But it's complicated because she is his best friend's little sister. And completely out of his league."
"Not that I don't enjoy a good story time, but why are you giving me a movie summary?" Danny broke into my sentence.
"Because the two don't get together in the end. Sometimes two people that are great together don't actually get together. That's the sad beauty of things. She loved him and he loved her. But he pushed her away. Made her grow into the warrior she was born to be. He will always be there for her, but if he told her how he really felt then he would have only been in the way. So he set her free. Free to do greater things."
Danny was shaking his head. "So you are trying to tell me that you think you aren't good enough for Olivia?"
I looked back up at the stars. They looked so different here in Beacon Hills. "No, I'm telling you that I know I'm not good enough."
"That's a load of bullshit if you ask me." Danny blurted out.
"I didn't ask you." I corrected him, but he didn't seem to hear me.
"I mean, that crap is just a sad excuse because you are afraid to be honest with her. And if I am correct that's all she ask from you. Was to be honest and tell the truth. If you are wanting to compare yourself to the guy in the movie, then you need to realize something else. It was his choice to let her go. And Olivia is not a warrior. She is a girl in high school. Things are no where near as complicated as you seem to believe that they are." Little did he know.
Olivia is a warrior. A great one at that. And I'm simply her trainer. She needs people she can trust by her side. And if I were to be honest and tell her that I loved her, then that would complicate that trust and our relationship. I'm not selfish enough to ruin her future for a maybe romance.
"Aren't you supposed to be on Jackson's side?" I changed the subject slightly.
He looked over at me and smiled. "I like rooting for the underdog." He stood up and now faced me. "I get that telling her the truth is scary. But she deserves it." He was right. I knew he was right. But I just didn't want to ruin anything right now with her. I'm still trying to mend our friendship.
"I know." I said. And when I looked up, I saw that Danny was already gone.
Olivia's POV
ONE WEEK LATER...
It had been a week. An entire week since Jackson had kissed me, an entire week since my fight with Alex, and an entire week since I was attacked by the alpha.
My wounds weren't completely healed, but they were healed enough for me to start my training back. I could do a full set of crunches and push-ups again. And that made me way happier than it probably should have. I got up and walked over to my closet. I had been wearing nothing but loose pants and loose shirts for the past week and I was feeling like wearing something a little more...fun.
So I walked into my part of the closet where I put the clothes that my mother had bought me, but I had just never worn. She told me that one day, my style preference would change. And I guess she was right. I pulled out a burgundy skirt and a bralet top. It looked slightly tribal and I loved it. When I put it on however, I loved it a little less. It showed very little of my stomach, but some still showed. I went into my mom's closet and found a pair of her black heels. The woman owned more shoes than a shoe store. And I also raided her jewelry a little bit while I was in there.
When I walked down the stairs, I heard a low whistle and then I heard what sounded like a spoon hit the bottom of a bowl. I looked up and Alex was staring at me with his mouth opened.
I saw my mother wearing the biggest smile I have ever seen on her face before. Then she looked down and her eyes narrowed. "Are those my shoes?" She stepped closer and took a look at my earrings and bracelets. "And my jewelry?"
I gave her a shy shrug. "I raided your closet and stuff. I wanted to look a little different today. Is that okay?" I had never stolen her clothes before. So, I was a little nervous that she would be mad. But normal daughters raided their mother's closets right?
She gave me a huge hug. "I'm just happy that you are finally raiding my closet. You can borrow whatever you like." She pulled back and raised an eyebrow at me. "Is this all to impress a certain someone. A certain someone who is cut like a Greek god." Her mind started wandering and I snapped my hands to pull her back to reality.
"No. It's not. I just wanted to dress a little more..."
"Badass. That's the word you are looking for." Both of our heads turned to look at Alex. "What? I can't give you compliments now?"
"Well, all I have to say is that the world better look out. My baby girl is growing up." There was such a proud look on my mother's face.
"I'm growing up because I changed my clothes. For one day?" She was acting a little ridiculous.
"No. You're growing up because you are finally growing into who you are meant to be." She corrected me.
"In other words a badass."
"Nobody asked for your opinion." I shot him a look.
My mother handed me the cup full of vitamins to take. "I really wish that you two would kiss and make up already..." She groaned.
"Well, if someone would grow a pair then we wouldn't have a problem." I spoke before I downed the vitamins.
"And someone would just get over it and accept an apology then we wouldn't have a problem."
My mother grabbed her cup of coffee and began walking away. "And I am going to get out of the line of fire now. Love you sweetie. You look hot. Have a great day!" Her words trailed behind her as she walked up the stairs.
I looked back at Alex. "I did accept your apology."
He looked at me like I'm crazy. "Then why are we still fighting?"
I poured the milk into my cereal and then pointed my spoon at him. "Because you are hiding something from me. And I don't trust you to have my back in a fight. I would consider that a problem. So we are fighting because you don't think that is a problem at all." I took a bite of my cereal.
"I'm a human being Libbs. I'm allowed to have secrets." He put his bowl in the sink.
"But secrets don't keep friends." I pointed out to him as I took another bite of my cereal.
"Why are you always so stubborn?"
"Why are you a coward?"
He leaned across the counter and stared right into my eyes. "I'm not a coward."
"You are. And you not being able to admit that just makes you even more of a coward." He took my bowl of cereal away from my hands.
"And you are stubborn." I grinned at him.
"You've already said that." I reached for my bowl of cereal again, but he held it out of my reach. "Are you seriously going to confiscate my breakfast?" He stood up and held it above his head.
"Yes. You can have it back if you agree to drop all of this craziness." I stood up and faced him.
"I'm not crazy." I reached for the cereal. "If you don't give me back my food. I will hurt you." I warned him.
He had placed the bowl down on top of the freezer and had both of my wrist in his grip before I had time to blink. "You can try." He back me up against the counter. He leaned in so close that I could smell the froot loops still on his breath.
"My personal problems are exactly that. Personal. You don't have a right to know about them. And you really needed to get over all of this and see that I'm not ever going to leave you again." I pulled myself out of his grip.
I walked towards the door. "I'll take care of my training myself today." I walked out and drove myself to school.
-000-
I stepped into the hallway and nearly everyone turned to look. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable, but only for a second. I saw Allison and Scott staring at each other. It was clear that they were still very much in love. And I couldn't think of a reason why Argent hasn't started her training yet. She was of age, and she was clearly skilled. And if she was going to be dating a werewolf, then she definitely needed to know what she was getting herself involved in.
"Okay. So, Danny told me that I should just give you time. And then in Art class she gave us the whole week to work on our solo projects. So, you haven't had to speak to me in a week. And then I am pretty sure that you have been avoiding me for a week. And wow...you look..." I sat there staring at Jackson like he was an alien. He just wouldn't shut up.
"Good?"
"Beautiful." He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"You actually listened to Danny's advice?" I was surprised. I didn't think that Jackson was the type to listen to really anyone.
"Well, he gives good and advice. And he's my best friend. So I trust what he has to say." He shrugged. And I felt a ping of guilt. I didn't trust my best friend when he said that he needed to keep his problems private. Maybe I was being too hard on him. And Jackson was a very underestimated guy. He he was, the most popular guy in the school, and his best friend was gay. That's just not something that you hear on a regular basis. "So what do you say?" I noticed that Jackson had stopped talking and now was staring at me like he was expecting something.
"I'm sorry, what?" I looked at him and he smiled.
"You're not really here today are you?" He laughed and I gave him an apologetic look. "You okay?" Jackson seemed uncharacteristically sympathetic today.
"Just have a lot on my mind is all. But what were you saying?" I tried to bring the conversation back to him because I really didn't want him to ask me what was on my mind.
"A date." He spoke proudly. "I think that we should go out on a date."
"Oh really?" I went to go and grab out my books from my locker. "You realize that it's only been a week since you broke up with Lydia and you are already going after girls?"
"Girl. I'm going after one girl. Not girls." He corrected me. Then he continued to speak. "And I figured that a week was plenty of enough time." I nodded my head down the hallway.
Lydia was watching us. Not with go-to-hell look but a longing and sad look. She missed Jackson. And I could kind of understand that. "Her heart is still broken Jack. And we were to go out on a date then it would shatter it."
"Why do we even care about what her heart does?" I was amused by his use of the word 'we'.
"I care because even though she might be evil. Underneath that, she is still a girl. And so am I. So I understand what she is going through, and I'm not about to make that worse in any way."
Jackson through his head back in frustration. "I don't get it. You two hate each other. So why are you wanting to be nice to her?"
"Because I'm a nice person." I said it simply. "And I expect you to be a nice person as well." I turned around started to walk away. The I looked over my shoulder at Jackson. His eyes quickly averted and I laughed.
"I might not be a library book, but I can tell when you are checking me out Jackson." I winked at him and started walking back down the hallway.
"You're a master at torturing a guy you know that?" He spoke a little loudly over the crowd and I smiled.
-000-
After school, I found Scott at the clinic. He had asked me to meet him there close to closing time. So I had went home at changed into some running clothes and ran all the way here.
I walked in and found no one here. Even all the lights were off. "Scott?" I didn't have any weapons on me, and I was beginning to think maybe I needed one.
I didn't tell Alex where I was going because I knew he would disapprove of my fraternizing with werewolves. As would my father. But my mother always taught me the the enemy of my enemy was my friend. And right now Scott was the alpha's enemy. Which would make Scott my ally. Plus Scott was much different than most werewolves I had the unfortunate pleasure in meeting. He seemed to actually have a heart. He didn't want to hurt people. And it wasn't his choice to be this way, he was just trying to deal with it the best he could.
"Stiles?" Maybe the boys had forgotten that I was to meet up with them.
"Hi-yah!" Stiles had came up from behind me and trying to knock me down. I grabbed his arm and flipped him on the ground. He was lying on his stomach and I twisted his arm behind him. "Ow..Ow...Ow..OW!"
"What are you doing?" Scott came out from the back, with some headphones dangling around his neck.
"I just wanted to see if she was as good as she thought she was. But I see now that it was a bad idea." I twisted his arm a little more. "A very bad idea."
"Let him up." Scott sighed. I did and Stiles back away quickly.
"I thought you were hurt?" Stiles said as he started rubbing his wrists.
"I am. But I'm healing." I looked to Scott. "This is how you decide to treat me? Do I need to remind you who I am?" I was offended, and I didn't take lightly to being offended.
"I'm sorry. Stiles is a bit...different. Don't get mad." Scott had a pleading tone to his voice.
I looked over at Stiles. "If you are going to keep getting yourself tangled up with hunter and werewolf affairs then you should probably learn how to fight a little bit. Learn how to defend yourself."
Scott started laughing and Stiles eyes were big. "Have you seen me? I don't fight. Sarcasm is my defensive shield."
I smiled at him. "Everyone can fight. You just have to learn what your strengths are. Give me a ride to the school and I'll show you."
"Give you a ride? Well, how did you get here? Not that I mind giving you a ride."
"I didn't get this sweaty and flushed from driving a car." His eyes bugged out again.
"You ran here?" He looked over at Scott. "She ran here." He looked back at me. "That's like a thirty minute run!" He looked at Scott. "She's insane." Then he looked back at me. "You're insane."
-000-
Thirty minutes later we were in the school's gym. We had laid out some mats, mainly for Stiles.
"Where did you get keys to the school?" Stiles asked.
"Jackson." I turned to face Stiles and Scott. "You first boy wonder."
He came at me and I knocked him down easily. He came at me again, and once again I took him down like it was nothing.
I flickered my finger for Stiles to come over to where I stood. "Let me show you something."
He instead, took a step back. "I am actually quite fond of this spot that I am standing in. We have wonderful memories together." Scott pushed Stiles over to where I was standing.
"If she were going to hurt, she would have already done it." Scott defended his action of pushing his best friend.
I lifted up my arm and flexed. And then I grabbed his hand and placed it on the muscled and flexed again. "That's called muscle." Then I lifted my shirt up, just enough to show my stomach and the scratches that were left of the gaping wound from a week ago. "And this what will happen to you if you mess with werewolves." I poked his stomach to prove a point that he didn't have any defined muscle. "If you are going to survive in this world. You need to be strong." I punch him in the stomach, not too awful hard. "And quick." I grabbed his arm and turned him around and then swept his feet out from underneath him. "And smart."
"Why? Why must you have to actually demonstrate your words. Just speaking would be enough." At first Scott was tensed up, but once he knew I wasn't going to hurt his precious friend he backed down.
I let Stiles up. "Because I can." He shook his body as if he was trying to shake off the humiliation of getting his butt handed to him.
We both looked over at Scott, who was trying hard not to laugh. "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm sorry. It's just that you are getting your ass kicked by a girl." Scott chuckled at the end of the sentence.
Stiles threw his finger at me. "That is no girl. She's like a freaking assassin. James Bond type of assassin."
"Don't you say it..." Stiles looked over at me and smiled.
"Bondette." He grinned and I grabbed him in a headlock.
"One flick of my hand and you are dead." I let Stiles up. "You have two out of three things I listed. You're smart. But you are most definitely not strong or quick."
I turned around and noticed that Scott wasn't there. "Scott?" Stiles shouted out.
I reached for my bag and my hand gripped my daggers at the precise moment that Scott appeared. And he was in wolf form. He lunged after me and I was able to deflect his reach with a cute to the upper arm.
He stood back up and I faced him. "So, can I ask you something?" Stiles was now sitting down to the side. Completely at ease with what was happening in front of him.
"Sure. Why not?" I had meant it sarcastically, but I should have known Stiles would take it seriously.
Scott came at me again. He barely scraped his claws across my arm. Just enough to leave a red mark.
"So you have a partner right?" I nodded my head and swung at Scott. "Well, where is he? He wasn't with you at the school and he's not with you now?" I swung so hard I nearly fell forward when I thought of Alex.
"We are having ...some slight...difference of opinions." Scott had went back to normal human form now and we were fighting hand to hand.
"What about?" I let my guard down for only a second and Scott knocked me to the floor.
"Is he always so nosy?" I asked Scott as I flipped him over and was now on top of him.
"Always." Scott pushed me off of him.
"He left me at the school. He left me and went after the alpha. So we are fighting about partners leaving each other behind. And..." I let my voice trail off.
"And about Jackson?" Stiles offered. I looked over at him and held up a hand to call a time out with Scott.
"How do you know about that?" I hadn't told anyone but Alex that Jackson had kissed me. And they didn't know Alex.
"What is with that guy? Why do girls like him so much?" Stiles was speaking to Scott now. I glanced at Scott as he just shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah. We are fighting about Jackson as well." I confirmed Stiles guess.
"So this dude."
"Alex. His name is Alex."
"Right. So Alex is jealous of Jackson. Because he likes you?" Stiles was speaking with his hands and he looked like he should have been talking with hand puppets.
"I don't know. Alex won't answer my questions when I ask about it." I took a sip of water and tried to catch my breath from fighting with Scott.
"Soooo...that's a yes. Well, I say choose Jackson. He is clearly the better choice." Stiles spoke like he was king of relationship advice.
"Oh really? Don't you hate him?" I challenged.
"Only because Lydia is in love with him." Scott told me. Ahh..so now it all makes sense.
"You want Lydia..." I smiled at Stiles. "Hm."
"Hm? What does 'hm' mean?" He looked over at Scott who smiling and then at me, and I grinned. "Hello? Please answer my question. I asked nicely."
"It just means that you are too nice of a guy to be interested in a mean girl like Lydia." I answered honestly.
"And you are too nice of a girl to be interested in a jerk like Jackson." He countered. And Scott just stood there.
"I also have another question." Stiles blurted out. Scott and I were just about to go back to our sparring when he spoke.
I sighed and turned back to Stiles. "Last one."
"If you and Allison are both the same age and descendants of hunters then how come she is all assassin like you are?" That was something that had been on my brain the entire day.
"Because I'm the daughter of the greatest hunter alive at the moment. And I've been training for years. Hard core training. Allison's father wants her to live a normal life for as long as possible."
"Sooo...if we hurt you then your dad will more than likely kill us right?" I thought about that for a minute.
Then I looked back up to Stiles. "Honestly? I don't think my dad would care." And then I lunged after Scott before he or Stiles had a chance to ask me what I meant by that.
A few hours later, I found myself sitting outside the Argent's home. I had called Chris and asked him to come out and talk for a minute.
I watched as he walked across the street and got into my passenger seat.
"Where's your guard dog?" He asked when he shut the passenger door.
"Where's yours?" He laughed and sat back. "I wanted to talk to you. Not as Charles Hamilton's daughter. But as someone who can relate to Allison." He looked over at me.
"This is about my daughter?" He seemed skeptical and completely curious all at the same time.
I nodded my head and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. "I understand that she is your baby. Your only child. And you want to protect her from the big bad wolves. But she has already dated one."
"Exactly. Dated. Past tense. I handled that."
"Please just hear me out?" Chris sat back down in the seat and turned to face me. "Thank you. I just wanted to say that she is involved in this world. Whether you want to admit that or not. And you need to protect and prepare her for it. If you continue to just let her be a normal teenage girl then she is going to get hurt. She's strong. And clearly talented." He raised his eyebrows at me. "I looked up all her archery competition scores." I shrugged my shoulders. "It was my job."
He sank down in the seat. "I respect your concern for her. And I don't mean any disrespect to you or your family. But this is my family. And my wife and I have decided that she isn't ready yet." I could see that there would be no reasoning with him, but at least I could go to sleep knowing that I tried.
He got out of my car and began walking back to his house. Chris Argent was known in the hunting world. Not every hunter got his own men. You had to earn that. I still couldn't understand why he was dragging out Allison's training...
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