Chapter 15 - Aftermath

ARGENT'S HOUSE

Letting out a heavy breath, Mickey made to roll around when weight against his chest stopped him from moving. He frowned before sluggishly opening his eyes, thick brown hair shielded his vision as his girlfriend snuggled her cheek against his upper arm. A smile stretched his lips as he embraced her closer, kissing the top of her head as she allowed herself to be hugged against his chest.

They'd somehow managed to get out of the school unharmed, Scott had reappeared as the sheriff department had arrived without any type of explanation which had caused a deep wound on his friendship with Allison. Argent had then arrived at the scene and Mickey had taken Allisons' hand before leading her away from the sorrowful werewolf, Scott would have to man up if he ever wanted people like Allison to remain in his life. Keeping secrets wasn't easy, Scott wasn't good at it and that's why Allison walked away.

''What time is it?'' Allisons' angelic morning voice asked Mickey, leaned over her so he could look at his phone.

Out of request from Allison after a horrible evening, Mr. Argent had allowed Mickey to stay the night with the promise that he'd put a bullet through his head if any impure thoughts were held towards his daughter.

Looking at the phone, Mickey sighed as he realized that they'd need to get up, ''School starts in an hour.''

''Then we can stay for at least half an hour,'' Allisons' said as she snuggled impossibly closer, Mickey chuckled as he pulled her up on his chest. Their eyes met, sparkling coffee brown meeting pale moss green.

He kissed her and she hummed in approval, he smirked as she pushed closer. He could hear footsteps approaching the door and gently pulled back, she frowned but he gestured towards the door. She bit her lower lip teasingly as she moved back, his chuckled as he leaned down to pick his shirt up from the floor. He just got his pants on as the door opened, Mrs. Argent peeking inside with a pleasant smile on her normally stern face.

''I've prepared breakfast,'' she announced as she glanced between the teens, a knowing look on her face.

Rolling her eyes, Allison moved her legs to the edge of the bed, ''Mom please knock.''

Her mother just smirked before leaving, Mickey listened as he footsteps disappeared down the stairs before turning to his girlfriend. Allison was already dressing for the day, taking time to fix her hair in front of the mirror. She was a beauty, he couldn't help but stare at her.

''Do you really think it was Derek that hunted us yesterday?'' her question caught him off-guard, his brows raised as he stared at her back while she focused on her reflexion.

He hesitated as he moved his gaze to the window, watching as the wind rustled the leaves, ''You don't believe him?''

They both knew who he was talking about, no need to speak the name. Allison seemed to stiffen at the mention of Scott, Mickey knew she desperately wanted to believe the guy. She sighed before turning around so she could lean against the desk, ''Would you tell me if it was untrue?''

''What if I don't know?'' he countered, acting casual on the subject he knew the answers to like his own backyard.

She stared at him for a long minute, trying to read his bluff, ''You guys are best friends, of course you know.''

That made him chuckle, ''I have a beautiful girlfriend who takes up all my time, I don't have time to run around with Scott and Stiles all day and night.''

He held his hand out towards her and she took it, rolling her eyes as he pulled her towards him so he could kiss her. She gently hugged his neck, deepening the kiss as she allowed the subject to be dropped.

..

They made it down the stairs before Mickey pulled them to a stop, a tall woman around thirty years of age, with long dark blonde hair, pale brown eyes, and tanned white skin. Her body slim yet athletic, the trained body of a huntress born under the name Argent.

''Who's this attractive young man and how could I miss his presence?'' the woman asked as a flirtatious smirk stretched her lips, her brown eyes taking in his appearance.

He hesitated, hand squeezing Allisons' as he tried to find the words to speak. Luckily Allison could sense his uneasy and took a step forward, putting herself between her boyfriend and aunt, ''This is Mickey, my boyfriend.''

''Oh?'' she sounded surprised as she looked between the pair, ''I thought you were together with that dark haired one, what was his name again?''

''Scott, no we're just friends,'' Allison hurried to explain, Mickey didn't wanna know where that misunderstanding had birthed from.

''Anyway, I'm Kate. Allisons' aunt,'' the woman introduced while holding out her hand for Mickey to take, he stared down at it before hesitantly gripping it.

''Mickey,'' his introduction short, the woman made his uneasy but luckily that seemed onesided on his part.

''You guys ready for school?'' Chris Argent asked as he arrived into the hallway, roughly fixing the leather jacket over his shoulders as he gazed between his sister and Mickey.

''All done,'' Allison said in a cheery tone, her hand still gripped in Mickeys' as she led him towards the door. He glanced back at her aunt, the woman' smile seeming innocent enough as she waved at him.

BEACON HILL HIGH SCHOOL

He was seated on one of the bleachers, some of the lacrosse players were practicing on the field. His eyes were glued on the sky, Stiles had been going on and on about the full moon. The time when werewolves loose control and their bloodlust peaks, for an inexperienced wolf it could lead to horrible accidents and even death. He'd sensed it building since the morning but it was far worse, Stiles was constantly chatting in his ear about Lydia and pheromones when he looked up to see Scott. The puppy werewolf looked as if he was going to war, the pure anger boiling his blood as he approached them.

''Hey. What happened?'' Stiles asked, excitement filling his voice as Scott took his seat beside the buzz-cut haired spasm.

He partly ignored him as he tied his glove, ''What?''

''What do you mean, what? Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me?'' Stiles went on, rapidly throwing out questions. Mickey sighed as he leaned his jaw on his knuckle, eyes glued on the field.

Without any enthusiasm, Scott answered, ''Yeah. Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you.''

Rolling his eyes, Mickey flinched as Stiles clapped him hard on his shoulder. The spasmic teen couldn't believe what he was hearing, Mickey sent a glare in Scotts' direction at the rude lie he'd just blurted out. Stiles hadn't done anything to deserve the others means behavior, he didn't deserve to get hurt just because Scott couldn't handle the fact that Allison had walked away from him.

''Lying won't get you anywhere,'' he muttered but knew that it had sounded clear in the werewolf ears, their eyes met and it was Scott who turned away first. At least the full moon wasn't blocking his sense of guilt.

...

In the end, Scott managed to injure Danny and then walked away as if he'd done nothing wrong. Lydia had arrived and Stiles had realized what had actually happened behind closed doors, Mickey had spent an hour listening to Stiles ranting about how Scott had made out with Lydia behind Stile's back. Everything seemed to go to hell during the night of the full moon, he sighed as he let his bag fall to the floor.

He was back home in his own house, the lights were off and the air was slightly chilly as he made his way over to the old leather sofa. Slumping down with his back against the mattress, he let out a heavy sigh as he finally allowed his body to relax.

''Katherine Argent, the daughter of Gerard Argent and an unnamed mother, the sister of Chris Argent, the sister-in-law of Victoria Argent, the aunt of Allison Argent, and a top-class huntress,'' a female voice spoke from the shadows inside the kitchen, Mickey raised his brows at his mothers' silhouette.

Her knowledge of everyone around her always amazed him, ''And she's back in Beacon Hills, why?''

''Because they can't find him, she's probably lost interest hunting a ghost,'' her tone was neutral but he knew she was proud of her husband, how he'd evaded the most notorious hunters.

''She's here for the alpha,'' he concluded, his mother hummed in agreement as she leaned against the door frame. Her eyes watching him intently, he didn't return her gaze.

''Are the rumors true?'' she suddenly asked making him tilt his head back so he could look at her, one eyebrow raised.

He didn't understand, ''Rumour?''

''There's a second beta,'' it didn't sound like a question, he studied her features as she stared him down calculatingly. She was trying to read his expression.

Fiddling with the phone in his hand, Mickey didn't know what to tell the woman in front of him. Some years ago he would have told her everything but now, since everything with his father. He didn't know what to tell her, so he sighed, ''I don't know.''