I was sitting in the library with Allison and Lydia researching our history project. We were supposed to be finding out about our family history. Allison was researching a book her Aunt Kate had given her, telling Lydia and I all about her ancestors. Lydia interrupted with yawning.
"I want lunch," She announced at stood up, looking at us expectantly to follow her. Allison stood up and beckoned me to follow. Against my better judgment I did, but mostly because of the pleading look on Allison's face. After we got our food and sat down at a table, Allison resumed in telling us about her family history.
"Does any of this have to do with me?" Lydia interrupted. Allison stopped reading the book out loud and stared at Lydia. She turned the book around to show us a picture.
"What does this look like to you guys?" Allison questioned, pointing at a sketch of what looked like a huge wolf with glowing red eyes.
Lydia looked shocked and scared. Allison waved her hand in front of Lydia's face.
"Earth to Lydia…." Lydia glanced back up and looked at Allison and me.
"I'm fine," She said haughtily, "It looks like a wolf. Your ancestors killed a wolf. Big deal."
"It wasn't just any wolf, it was a werewolf." Allison said in a mockingly spooky voice. The she proceeded to detail how her ancestor killed the wolf. I shook my head and rested it in my hands. I surveyed the lunchroom until I saw Scott and Stiles eating lunch a few tables away. Stiles caught my eye and I smiled. He returned it until Scott, who was hiding behind a book from Allison, got his attention back.
After Derek had revealed that the Alpha was looking to bring me into his pack, I had to sit down for awhile. Stiles sat by and comforted me while Scott argued with Derek about how he had to be wrong, but I was sure Derek was right, even if I couldn't say the words aloud then.
"I can help her, but I can't do it alone." Derek said calmly while Scott paced.
"You want my help?" Scott stopped abruptly.
"Mason's going to need your help if you want to keep her alive and human." Derek clarified.
I looked up helplessly at Scott, "Scott, please."
Stiles put his arm around me comfortingly, giving Derek a uncharacteristically serious look. "We don't like you; frankly, you give off an untrusting vibe which makes me kinda hate you." Stiles spoke up, "But if this saves Mason, I'm in."
"You can't do anything," Derek argued, "Scott is a wolf so he's the only one besides me who can stop the Alpha. This has nothing to do with you." Stiles glared hatefully at Derek.
"Well, since this has not only become about one of my best friends, but both, this has everything to do with me, so kiss my ass." Stiles growled. I felt my cheeks heat up as fought over me.
"Fine, whatever, but Scott needs to focus if he wants to control himself and save Mason." Derek said, clearly annoyed by Stiles fighting back.
"I'll do whatever it takes." Scott asked immediately, pacing again.
"Cut out all distractions."
"Okay, it's done. No more distractions." Scott agreed.
"I'm talking about Allison." Derek elaborated. Scott halted and glanced at Derek.
"Allison's not a distraction." He argued.
"She is the biggest distraction in your life and you're going to have to decide whether you value your best friend's life more than having a girlfriend." Derek said blankly. My breath caught in my throat. Scott shouldn't have to decide between Allison and me, that wasn't fair.
"Scott, tell him you pick Mason!" Stiles cried after Scott didn't speak.
"Would it help if you knew that it would be keeping Allison safe? You're a danger to everyone around you because you can't control yourself. You're too distracted." Derek told him, cutting Scott off every time he opened his mouth to interrupt.
Scott glanced back at me again, "Scott—" I tried.
"No more Allison," Scott said grudgingly, "I got it."
"No, Scott…." I uttered but Scott shook his head.
"We should get back," Stiles spoke up, "Lacrosse starts in fifteen minutes."
"I'll teach you how to control yourself, just stay away from Allison." Derek reminded, "It's for her own good."
"Okay," Scott said before turning around, heading for the jeep.
"Come on," Stiles said, picking me up gently. "Let's go."[/i]
"Mason?" Allison called. I looked up to see Lydia looking at me impatiently and Allison standing up. My face was heating up as I realized I had been staring at Stiles the whole time I was thinking.
"See something you like?" Lydia smiled evilly. Allison looked at me knowingly.
I was literally saved by the bell, but the look on Lydia's face, as she glanced from me to where Stiles was sitting, was unsettling.
"Thanks for coming with me," I sighed, rustling my grocery bags in my hands.
"No problem, Mase." Scott smiled, jingling his keys in one hand and another plastic bag in the other.
"I know this an inconvenience for you, but thank you." I said. "And I'm sorry about Allison. I don't want you to stop talking to her."
Scott half-smiled, "You're more important."
"Liar," I chuckled, "She misses you. She knows something's up."
"It's for her own good. And yours."
"I just feel really bad," I moaned, "I know you love her."
Scott stopped and gave me a funny look.
"Oh, please," I scoffed, "I see the way you look at her, it's the same way I—" I stopped and flushed. I had almost just confessed to Scott that I was in love with Stiles….
"The same you what?" Scott grinned.
"Nothing." I mumbled, walking faster.
Scott jumped in front of me, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You are not getting off that easy, Mase. I'm giving up Allison and valuable time not doing my homework to escort you around, you have to tell me!"
"It was nothing!" I laughed, trying to dodge him.
"Don't make me go all wolf on you!" Scott warned mockingly.
"Oh, is that a thing now? 'Going wolf'?" I teased, "Please don't go wolf on me! What ever will I do?"
Scott shoved me playfully, "Are you going finally admit to me that you're in love with Stiles?"
I gaped at Scott. "Wha—No—What?" I sputtered.
"Humor me, Mase," He snorted.
"Does everyone know? What, was there a bulletin board telling everyone my deepest darkest secrets?" I cried. How did Scott know this?
"No, but I saw you staring at him," Scott told me, "Also, the way you fire up every time you catch Stiles looking at Lydia and how you blush every time Stiles catches your eye or touches you."
"Is it really that obvious?" I said mortified, "Oh, my God! Does Stiles know?"
"Doubt it," Scott shook his head, a ghost of a smirk still on his face, "Stiles is oblivious to everything."
"He was the first one to realize you were a wolf." I pointed out.
"Well, when it comes to stuff like the supernatural, Stiles is all over it but when it comes to girls, he doesn't know vampires from werewolves."
"Confusing, but understandable." I laughed until Scott put his hand over my mouth, silencing me. His gaze was shooting across the parking lot. We heard a growl from behind the blue Sudan that was in front of us.
Suddenly, Scott pulled me off the grounds and we were running full speed across the parking lot. He was sprinting so fast that he was practically dragging me. Scott threw us behind a big van when he decided we were safe enough.
"Wha—" I began but he shh'ed me immediately. He was listening to something and then put his hand over his heart. He jumped up and slammed onto the car, causing the alarm to go off.
He did it to four more cars and then hid us in a truck bed. I glanced around, looking for the Alpha. I sent Scott a look that clearly stated that I wanted an explanation, but he shook his head.
Then, Scott's phone rang. He looked at me in shock. "No, no, no!" He fumbled frantically with his pocket and grabbed it. Something black flew by, hitting Scott, and grabbing me out of the truck.
I screamed and thrashed, trying to get the Alpha to release me.
"Mason!" Scott cried and I was released. I hit the ground with a painful thump.
I groaned and jumped up immediately, glancing around for the Alpha. Only it wasn't the Alpha. It was Derek.
"What the hell, Derek?" Scott yelled angrily. Derek was standing, stony-faced, glaring at Scott and holding Scott's phone.
"I told you I'd teach you," Derek said, "This was your first lesson. It's good that you're not leaving her alone but I told you: cut out distractions."
"I haven't spoken to Allison at all today." Scott growled, looking like he was on the verge of phasing.
"Yeah, but she still wants to speak to you," He showed us the screen of Scott's phone: it read 'One Missed Call from Alison'. "Cut off all ties with her. If I had been the Alpha, Mason would have been one of us right now."
With that, Derek walked off and disappeared into the darkness.
"That was a little extreme," I said weakly, clutching my overactive heart.
"I really hate that guy." Scott said, picking my groceries back up.