Chapter Two- Allison

I didn't need my dad coming into my room to wake me up. I was already awake. My brown hair was pulled into a sloppy bun and I was sitting up when he came in. "What is it?" I asked quietly as I rubbed my eyes.

"I wanted to know your plan for today," Dad said as he leaned against the wall.

I picked at a spot on the blue tank top I was wearing. "Stay home." It barely came out as more than a mumble.

He sighed. "This is the last time. You've only been to school three days in the last two weeks. I'll let you be at home today if that's what you really want, but you can't keep avoiding it. Tomorrow you're going to have to go back."

I thought it through. He was right, or course. I just didn't want to go. Having to see Scott was the worst part of it, but there was also seeing the others. I still felt terrible about attacking Boyd, Erica and Isaac, yet anger boiled through me whenever I saw them. My heart still begged for revenge over my mother's death. Thoughts of catching Derek crossed my mind consistently and often infiltrated my dreams. It didn't matter if they were Alpha or Beta, willing to kill or not, my instincts stayed ready for an attack. Sighing, I pulled the blankets off my legs. "I changed my mind. I'm actually going to go today." I wanted to beat back that instinct.

Dad nodded. "I'm glad to hear that." He turned and left my room.

I dragged myself out of the bed. Pulling my hair out of the bun so it could tumble over my shoulders, I riffled through my closet for something to wear. The only thing that appealed to me was a dark grey, long sleeved shirt. I matched it with a pair of jeans and combed my hair, pulling it back up again once I got rid of any knots.

It wasn't long after that that I was pulling into the school's parking lot. Even in my car I could hear the muffled voices of my classmates. I took a deep breath and opened my car door. Instantly, Lydia shrieked from across the parking lot and walked over as fast as she could. I could see Jackson roll his eyes as his girlfriend called out again. "Allison!" She was suddenly standing next to me. "You haven't been in school much lately, and you look particularly drab today. I think you need a touch up." She smiled.

That was how I found myself in the girl's bathroom with Lydia doing my makeup. "I can't do much about your clothes," she babbled, "but I can at least try to make you look a bit happier."

I gave her a look in a silent attempt to tell her that I really didn't care how I looked. She stared back as me, her shiny lips pulled into a grin. I rolled my eyes just like Jackson did as she continued. "It's good to see you back at school today. I've missed you lately. I only have Jackson to sit with me at lunch. Well, unless Erica makes the boys come join us."

"Really?" my voice caught in my throat at the mention of the three young werewolves.

"Yep," Lydia turned to grab a tube of lipstick. She either didn't notice or ignored how odd my voice sounded. "They keep asking if I will throw another party since they missed the last one. I think they're joking."

We were finished as she smeared the soft red lipstick on my mouth. I barely recognized myself from this morning when I looked in the mirror. My lips were very prominent and my eyes were covered in mascara. It made my brown eyes look much bigger than normal.

The bell rang right as we left the bathroom, warning us that we only had five minutes until class started. I was thankful for the excuse and ran away from anyone who might want to talk to me. The halls were full of people whispering about me, which could be expected after three family deaths in such a short time. I ignored it the best I could. It definitely didn't help that I couldn't turn to Scott for comfort this time.

Classes went by in a haze; I was half asleep and not paying attention. It really was difficult trying not to listen to what people were saying about me. Lunch came eventually, which I was grateful for. I walked into the cafeteria and found Lydia, who gave me a small wave to come over. I could see Scott purposefully looking in a different direct ion only a couple of tables down. It hurt. It really, truly hurt.

Derek's three Betas sat at the table next to Lydia's, sitting as close to Jackson as possible. Isaac was directly behind him, with Erica next to Isaac and Boyd across the table from her. They seemed to have adopted him into their pack pretty quickly. I took my seat, avoiding their gaze. "Hey," Jackson greeted me as I pulled a packed lunch out of my backpack.

Danny sat down across from me with an excited smile. Everyone was so happy. "Glad to see you today Allison," he said. "It's nice to have everyone back."

He gave Jackson a swift look. I could understand where he was coming from. Only a couple of weeks ago one of his teammates had drowned and he had thought his best friend had died. Even though he didn't quite understand how, Danny was relieved and extremely happy that Jackson had pulled through. Maybe we should tell him, I thought. Then I thought about all the trouble it would cause him and decided against it. The knowledge that werewolves exist had brought nothing good to my life. All it did was bring loss. Erica stood up from her chair, moved around the table, and placed herself next to Boyd. She reached for his hand and smirked. It was almost as if she was warning the other girls "Stay away. This boy is mine." I could hear her voice in my head, growling out the words.

"I never thought those two would end up together," Lydia commented.

Danny turned around for a second to see who she was talking about. "Yeah, I thought for a while that she was with Isaac."

"I don't know if they liked each other for a while or not, but once they realized that they had feelings for each other, they didn't want to waste that chance at a little happiness, " I was speaking without thinking about what I was saying. "They probably came to the conclusion that life is too short and they decided to spend as much time together as possible in case something bad happens." It probably didn't make any sense to anyone but me.

"I know there have been a lot of accidents and murder lately, but isn't that a little dark?" Danny's words snapped me out of my thoughts.

Jackson, luckily, stepped in for me. "They like each other. What's the big deal?"

I watched at Erica turned her head to look at me and our eyes met. She was obviously listening and I could hear her voice in my head again. "Why does it even matter? Why do you care?" The boys were hunched over their food. To anyone else it would seem that they were just eating the pizza on their trays, but I knew that they were listening too.

I tore my eyes away from the Betas only to find myself looking at Scott as he talked to Stiles. My heart lurched and flipped from the sudden feeling of my broken heart. So many memories played through my mind that I couldn't keep the tears from building up in the corners of my eyes. I grabbed my backpack and left without a second thought, practically sprinting until I reached the bathroom. Lydia's heels made a distinctive click as she followed me. She pushed open the door to the bathroom just as I slid the lock closed in one of the bathroom stalls.

"Allison?" She knocked on the metal door of the stall. I didn't answer, so Lydia kept speaking. "Was it Scott?"

I took a deep breath and decided to open the door. I could see in the mirror over Lydia's head that the mascara that she had put on was already streaking down my face. "It's just… It's so hard to see him." I tried to explain.

Lydia pulled me in front of the mirror and began to wet down a paper towel to begin to fix the makeup. "You shouldn't worry you know," my best friend said as she lightly washed of the black streaks. "He's going to wait for you." I was breathing slowly to calm myself down more. "I also think that you should listen to your own words."

"What do you mean?" I wiped a fresh tear from my eyes in an attempt not to mess us Lydia's hard work.

"'Life is too short and they want to spend enough time together as possible in case something happens,'" she quoted me as she began to put a fresh coat of mascara on. "You shouldn't waste your time pining after him when you could just be with him. It may be difficult at first and you'll need to work through some things, but it'll be worth it. Every day Jackson and I weren't together was horrible and I wanted to be with him. I don't want to see you like that too."

I opened my mouth to speak but was unable to form the right words. Lydia had never said anything to me that was so heartfelt. She slipped the makeup back into her purse. "There. Not you look pretty again." And with that, Lydia walked out of the bathroom.

I stared at myself in the mirror. It was impossible to deny that I missed Scott. And that was when it hit me; the answer to Erica's questioned that she hadn't really asked was that I cared about her and Boyd because I was alone now. I wanted Scott back, but I couldn't let my thoughts go in that direction. I needed to get rid of the anger I was subconsciously holding onto before I would be with him again.

I made myself smile it the mirror. Even though it was a horribly stiff and visibly fake smile, it was better than dwelling on the pain. I exited the bathroom and made my way back to the cafeteria.

Notes: Thank you again for reading! I hope you found it entertaining. Once again, please leave reviews. If there's ever anything you'd like to possibly see in the story, I would love to hear about it and it could make it into the story. Once again, thank you very much! (:

-Megan