Chapter 2/ Daddy Dearest Doesn't Like Me

◘ Allison kisses me. "How about that?" she asks.
I knew she was trying to make my adrenaline rush. "No."
She smiles and kisses me a little bit longer. Then, she looks at me eagerly."That?"
"Nope."
"Hmm…" She's thinking now. She looks down at her shirt and smiles mischievously. She completely unbuttons her shirt.
"Hey! That's cheating!" I said.
She shrugs. "Oh well." She kisses me again.
My hearts starts pounding against chest like a caged gorilla. I can feel my body starting to change.
I see her open one eye. "It's working," she squeals.
"What makes you think that?" I ask, trying to act casual.
"Your eyes are that gold color." She goes to kiss me again but I don't let her.
"What?" she pouts.
"Let's not do this," I tell her.
"And why not?"
"One being I don't want to get caught by your scary dad."
She laughs.
"Two being I could really hurt you."
"How?"
"If I tell you, you can't run away screaming."
"Just tell me," she says, buttoning up her shirt.
I stop her. "No. You don't need to button you shirt up."
She giggles. "Shut up. Just tell me the story."
"You know all those killings?"
"Yeah…"
"They weren't killed by an animal. They were killed by a werewolf."
She gasped. "Oh my God!"
That's when I noticed her necklace.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Oh. This? It's just a necklace my aunt gave me. I guess it's some family heirloom ."
"Ah. I see. I should go."
"Oh. Okay…"
I get up and rush to the door.
"Hey wait!"
I turn. "Yeah?"
"My dad would like it if you hung out with him and I tomorrow since it'll be Saturday. He really wants to get to know you."
"Sure. I'll be here."
"I'll text you the time."
"Mmk! Bye!"

"So- so what does this 'family heirloom' mean?" Stiles asks.
"I don't know, Stiles. If I knew you'd think I would have told you and not have asked you to help me find out."
"Oh… Yeah. Get on Google. Type in Argent family heirloom," he said.
"Right. Duh. Okay." I sit down at the computer and type in "Argent family heirloom" in Google.
"So what does it mean?" Stiles asked.
"What I suspected."
"Which is…?"
"Basically it symbolizes how for hundreds of years her family has been hunting werewolves."
"Oh… Well holy crap. Who gave her the necklace?"
"She says her aunt?"
"Isn't she a wolf hunter as well?"
"Mmhmm."
"So what are you going to do? Are you gonna go up to her dad and aunt and be all like, 'Hey. I'm I werewolf. I come in peace?''
I look at him like he's a complete and total idiot. "Yep. Here's the fun part," I say.
He smiles like an idiot. "Yeah?"
"When they try to shoot me—"
His smile fades away.
" I'm gonna say, 'Hey! Let me help you there', and jump in front of the silver bullet."
I stand up and hit Stiles on the head. "You're the stupidest person I've ever met, Stiles. I swear." I walked over to my closet. "I'm going to spend the day with Allison and her dad. What should I wear?"
"I dunno. Something that doesn't make your tail look to big I guess."
I sigh. "You're useless." I start searching through my closet.
"Where are you guys going?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know. She won't tell me." I continue searching for clothes. "This is fine." I throw on a pair of jeans a T-shirt. "I'm leaving. Bye.""Bye."

I knock on then Argent's door.
Thankfully, Allison answered.
"Hey, Scott," she said.
"Hi," I said. I went to kiss her but her dad showed up out of no where.
"Hello Scott."
I jumped when he said that. He started laughing at me and patted me on the shoulder. "It's okay. No reason to be jumpy."
I smile awkwardly.

"Okay you two. Let's go load up, eh?"
We all get into her dad's SUV. I still had no idea where we were going.

We show up at some gun shop. Her dad was trying to scare me away! I think…
Allison went off and when I went to follow her, Mr. Argent stopped me.
"Can I show you some stuff, Scott?" he asked. His voice sounded demanding.
"S-sure," I stuttered.
He smiled and said, "Do you believe in werewol ves, Scott?"
I gulped. What was I supposed to say? I just pretnended to laugh. "Hahaha. Werewolves, sir? Haha."
"Something tells me you do believe in werewolves."
"What? No way! Why is that?"
"They way you act."
I'm silent.
"I haven't told Allison yet, but our family has been werewolf hunters for hundreds of years. Not to long ago I shot a werewolf, in the arm. We were in the woods. Do you know anything about that?"
I gulp again. "Uhm—"
"You weren't the werewolf I shot were you?"
"Err—"
"Are you a werewolf, Scott? Are you the one killing all theseinnocent people?"
"What? No! I—"
"No need to lie, Scott. Tell me the truth."
"I—"
"Scott! Don't answer him. He's being a freak. God, Dad. What the hell is wrong with you?" It was Allison. She grabbed my arm and pulled me away from her dad.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
"I don't know. He—he's onto me. He knows I'm a werewolf," I whisper, looking around to see if her dad was watching me.
"Just try to act as if you have nothing to hide. You're the worse liar ever, Scott," she chuckled.
I nod. "Okay."
Her dad comes up to Allison and I. "Scott, I apologize for my behavior. I was wrong to accuse you of something so silly. I'm just very protective of my daughter and what not."
"It's okay, Mr. Argent," is all I say.
He pulls me away from Allison again and says, "Do you know how to use a gun son?"
"No, sir, not really."
"What? What sixteen year old boy doesn't know how to use a gun?" he asked. "My dad taught me when I was eight."
"My dad—He left my mom and I."
"Ah. I see. Well think of me as that father figure who teaches you how to shoot a gun!"
"Heh…"
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When Allison found us later, Mr. Argent was helping me learn how to point a gun properly. It was a mixture between fear (this is the kind of gun he uses to try to kill me!) , happiness (to know how to use a gun and to be taught by a dad) and awkwardness (… This man does not like me one bit).
Mr. Argent walked off to go get another gun.
"How do you use this one?" she asked, picking up one of the guns her dad showed me.
"Oh. Here let me show you." I stood behind her and put my arms around to help her.
'I'm sorry about my dad," she said.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it," I said.
She set the gun down and turned around. "You know, I'm really lucky."
"Why is that?"
"I get to have you." She went to kiss me.
"Uh—you're dad's coming back."
"Screw him." And she kissed me. Right there in the middle of the store. Right there, in front of her dad, who hated me.
But I kissed her back. Right there in the middle of the store. In front of her dad.