Allison Argent, hmm?
As she was taking a seat on the other side of Stiles, Elle studied her hard, finding if she was good enough to bother becoming friends with. Checking out her jacket, she decided she definitely was. Her facial features were beautiful, and she walked so gracefully. She was stunning.
The rest of the lesson went by smoothly, but exceedingly slow. Walking out of the classroom, she met up with Lydia at their lockers and she told her all about the new girl and how Lydia would love her and that she would be a great new friend to them. So the strawberry-blonde decided she was worth the time to hunt out, and the two set off for the Argent girl.
Elle pointed her out to Lydia down the hallway from the new girl and the two made their way closer. Lydia gasped seeing the jacket Allison was wearing and stopped in front of her when she turned around, stealing her attention.
"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia questioned.
Feeling slightly put on the spot, Allison took a while but then nodded, "My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco,"
"And you, are our new best friend," Elle grinned. A hand rested in her shoulder and she looked behind her, "Hey, J."
"Hey Ell-Bell," Jackson greets, giving her a side hug and a kiss on top of the head before starting to kiss his girlfriend.
She just looks at Allison, who looks a bit awkward, and gave her a reassuring smile. "Happens all the time. At least I won't be third-wheeling anymore."
Breaking away, Lydia smiles up at Jackson before looking back at her friends, one old and one new. "So, this weekend, there's a party," she informs them.
"A party?"
Wrapping an arm around Lydia's waist and one around Elle's shoulder, Jackson checked Allison over, also wondering if she was worth friendship. "Yeah. Friday night, you should come,"
"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking," Allison excused. Isabelle smirked at the newbie. There was no way they actually had family night.
"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage,"
"You mean, like football?"
Jackson scoffed, "Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years."
"Because of a certain team captain," says Lydia.
Elle rolled her eyes and faked gagged. Jackson narrowed his eyes at her playfully and moved his hand to the top of her head, scrunching her perfect blonde hair around so it covered her face.
Elle let out a growl as she felt the clips she had put in place come loose and get caught in her hair. She tugged them out and tried to reach Jackson's hair to mess up in retaliation but she was blocked by him grabbing hold of her wrists. Jackson chuckled and kept her at arms length so she couldn't attempt it anymore.
Damn his strength.
"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That's if you don't have anywhere else-" Jackson ignored Isabelle, who was now sorting her hair out, and turned back to Allison.
"Well, I was going to-"
"Perfect- you're coming," interrupts Elle, dragging Allison with her, Lydia and Jackson to the field.
The players were already starting to warm up when Isabelle, Lydia and Allison made it to the bleachers. Now, Isabelle may not understand the passion behind the sport but she definitely understood why people went to watch. Men (well, boys in this case) running around a field getting all hot and sweaty as they act on their controlled aggression. That was something Isabelle could definitely watch.
The girls were just taking their seats in the stand when Allison spotted someone familiar on the field, "Who is that?"
"Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?" Lydia answers, finding a place to sit down.
"He's in my English class,"
"I think his name is Scott?" Elle wonders. They took their seats when Scott was put in goal. A player threw the ball and hit Scott in the face, making him fall over.
"Hey! Way to catch with your face, McCall!" They heard Jackson call.
The next go though, he caught it, surprising everyone- even himself. Then he caught the one after that, and the next one.
"He seems like he's pretty good," commented Allison.
"Oh, very good" agreed Lydia.
By that point, Jackson had had enough, and took matters into his own hands. Her charged forwards and shot the ball towards the goal, but Scott swept it up into his stick.
Stiles leapt up in joy for his best friend and was yelling, while Lydia and Elle couldn't help but be impressed by his skill to block even the team captains shot.
Over the next few days Allison has continued to sit with the girls at lunch and hang out during any time they had together. They had both decided that the Argent was a sweet girl that they definitely wanted to stick around.
Allison had kept making eyes at Scott for the rest of the week until she announced that she could go to the party on Friday. Mysteriously, family night had been cancelled. Lydia was over the moon at the coincidence but Elle just stood back and smirked. She caught Allison's eye and dropped a wink, making the girl's cheeks flush red.
Allison had to reveal that she met Scott at the local vets where he asked her to go to the party with him. Lydia was politely excited that she had found herself a date. She was happy for her new friend, especially as they were a lacrosse player but was slightly disgusted that it was McCall.
Isabelle however was very pleased for the girl. She didn't know much about Scott but had met his mother a few times at the hospital and knew he must have been brought up right. He also spent a lot of time next door to Stiles, but that could be neither a good nor bad thing.
That Friday, Elle had been dragged over to Lydia's to help set up for the party. After having her outfit sorted mid way through the week ("Accessories are everything, Elle!") and giving the shitty excuse of studying to her parents (Who studies as soon as they get back into school?) she had no other excuse to get out of helping Lydia and Jackson set up.
A few other people were there, Danny being one which Elle was grateful for. The two made themselves look as busy as possible to escape from being given a proper job by Lydia.
The pair found it very funny when Jackson shot them annoyed looks from across the yard when he caught onto their plan while he was left to lug the very heavy speakers everywhere. Especially when Lydia changed her mind and he had to carry them to their original place. ("Placement is everything, J!" Elle had called to him in her best impression of Lydia).
Finally the hard work was over and she could get changed. After stripping and putting on the clothes Lydia had given to her (black jeans and a black lace bralette that she had put a white top over because, hey, it was cold) she finished it with a bling-y belt and heels before making her way downstairs to grab a drink.
Scott and Allison arrived at the party when everybody had already started drinking and they placed themselves in the place to dance. Allison wrapped her arms around his neck as they danced even closer, both of their heart beats picking up.
He peered over her shoulder and spotted Lydia and Jackson very close to each other leaning against a wall. Jackson was kissing her neck while Lydia locked eyes with the new werewolf. With the look he was given, he felt like an idiot for even trying to get with Allison, that he should be more like Jackson if he had a true chance with her. So he looked away.
Stiles had walked into the kitchen to grab a drink from a red plastic cup. Once he had grabbed his chosen drink he turned around, only for it to go all over a top. He just gaped at the person until he saw who it was "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. I am so sorry. So so sorry."
"Stiles, It's fine," Elle laughed. It wasn't really fine. It would probably stain and both her mother and Lydia would kill her for it but Isabelle had just enough drinks inside her to not really give a shit.
"No it's not. I should've been more careful. I'll-uh-I'll buy you a new shirt. Well I won't, but I'll give you the money. So you can buy a new shirt. Not with you're money. But-but my money,"
"Stiles, it's fine honestly. Look you've given me a reason to chuck this away okay, because Lydia wouldn't let me. And anyway, you probably can't afford my taste," she teased, giving him a full teeth smile before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Oh how Stiles loved that look.
"Uh-oh yeah you're probably right,"
"So, here's what we'll do, you get me a drink and hold a decent conversation for two minutes and I'll forget about the shirt."
"Alright,"
"Okay but because I'm not at my house, I can't get change and I'm not staying in a wet top, so if you'll excuse me..." And to Stiles' surprise and pleasure, she peeled off her top, leaving her in the black bralette and very tight jeans.
"Wow-uh um okay. Yep that's-thats yeah,"
"Problem?"
"N-no uh no problem at all, no none whatsoever,"
"Good," and so for two minutes she perched herself on the counter with Stiles leaning against it, one topless, the other red faced and trying desperately not to turn his head and stare. The conversation topics flowed in an array of varieties, with no pattern to how it came to be.
When the two minutes were up, nothing changed, nobody moved. But Elle's bladder decided to want attention, "Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a sec." She jumped off the table and walked over, getting swallowed by the crowd. But when she did come back, he was no longer there.
She went out the back to see if his Jeep was still there but was confusingly disappointed when it wasn't anywhere to be found. She walked back into the house when the wind started to get a bit too cold on her sensitive, bare skin. Instead of being disappointed like she was a second ago, she took another drink, found Danny and Jackson, and partied the night away.