Scott and Stiles sat on one on the many benches that decorated the entrance to the school. Just two nights ago they had been trying to save Jackson and not get taken out by any crazy hunters in the process. Scott was still torn up over his break up with Allison, as his best friend Stiles thought it his duty to pull his friend out of the miserable slump he'd fallen into. Ever the joker, Stiles decided a little pick me up was in order. "You know, you being a mysterious, werewolf hero and all is making me very attracted to you" Stiles said, batting his eyelashes at Scott. A notebook hurtled towards his face and hit its target, Stiles pulled himself up on the bench and glared in Scott's direction. A smug grin had snuck onto his attackers face. "Alright, alright, so I'm not attracted to you, don't take it too hard. You're just not my type." Stiles added. "I think we both know who is your type" Stiles gave him the look, the one that implied he should shut it. "Lydia" Scott retorted. Stiles scowled and moved the conversation swiftly on, he didn't want to think about how little progress he had made with his dream girl.
"So what are you going to do about Derek, I know you don't agree with him turning more people?" Stiles wanted answers, both for his own comprehension of the situation and so Scott would actually have to come up with a plan. "I don't know, it's their own choice if they accept the bite. I can only warn them of the dangers, my role in his pack was only temporary, while we fought the hunters" Scott replied in a hushed voice, aware of how many kids were travelling to class now.
Out of the corner of his eye Scott noticed Allison walking up the path. Stiles noticed the crushing look on Scott's face, not just any look but 'The' look. The look that meant Stiles was going to have to snap him out of it once again. "You know what, this whole pining look of yours is endearing and all but you've got to get over it. You need to find a distraction" Stiles moaned and lazily threw his head back in exasperation.
Scott wasn't purposefully setting out to annoy his friend but Allison was the only one to keep him in full control. If only he could make her see they were better together, it would put him at ease. She didn't want him anymore and it almost killed him, but he would wait for an eternity if that's what it took. Her family was a big catalyst in their break up, dating the daughter of a man who would kill him if he so pleased was not a smart move, but he felt in control with Allison around. She knew he still loved her, and he knew that was why she didn't even look at him as she passed them, but it still stung.
Scott closed his eyes briefly, he hadn't gotten much sleep lately through worrying about problems a normal teenager shouldn't have.
The image of himself, turned on a full moon, standing in a clearing of the woods. Allison standing just at the edge of the tree line, bow raised. Her father stood next to her, words of encouragement to take the shot being exchanged in hushed tones. She aims and stretches the arrow back, Scott can do nothing but stand and stare at her, a tear rolls down her face as she releases.
Scott was whipped back to reality by Stiles waving a hand in his flustered face. Having seen the look on Scott's face and the pain in his best friend's eyes, Stiles decided not to pursue the questions he had. Instead he handed Scott his back pack and started walking, informing Scott that Derek had called earlier to meet with the pack.