Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
Summary: Scott gets bitten luckily he has his best friends Stiles and Allison to help him through it. A different take on Teen Wolf season one including Malia as well. Scallison and Stalia
A.N: Yeah, so I notice I wrote somewhere Mr. Matthews as Mr. Mathews and once as Maxwell, so it's Matthews, also sorry for the delay and thanks everyone for reviews again and adding to favs and following and as always thank you for reading :3
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Chapter Nine: Nighty Night
He couldn't remember was it true or not? Did he really lured his friend…Allison out into the night and kill her.
He looked down at his shirt there was still blood. The blood was real. It was real. Licking his lips he looked back up. Okay, he could have come and knock on her window. She could have sneak out with him. Maybe it was just to hang out. Yeah, to hung out and he just fuck made a mistake and fuck he just lost it and he-he-killed…
The door opened. He was so lost in his thoughts that he wasn't even paying attention. It was dark in the room, but he instantly recognized Allison as she walked in.
She let out a startled noise when he hugged her all of the sudden which might have wake the whole house up, but he didn't care. She was alive. Alive, well, breathing, heart beating ever so wildly to why he was in her room this late giving her a scare like this.
'I-I-I had a dream-you-you were dead,' was all Scott was able to say in that moment because it was too real. He didn't just dreamed about it-the blood-the feeling…something happened.
She put her hands over his torso to pull him closer slowly starting to catch on what he was saying.
'I'm okay, and I'm alive. It was just a dream.'
He took a step away from her breathing hard and shaking his head his eyes burning a bit from the tears inside them, 'That's the thing. I don't think it was.'
Allison blinked looking at him barely seeing him in the dark of her room before she swallowed hard and brushed his cheek shaking her head, 'Scott, you, whatever happened we'll figure it out.'
He watched her for a few moments before he pulled her against him again his fingers tangled into her dark hair trying to hold her as close as possible to finally get himself to understand, to believe that she was there alive and well, and it wasn't him who hurt her because after a dream like that he never wanted to let Allison Argent go.
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Stiles sighed annoyed as he heard his phone went off and woke him up from a nice dream he was just having. He pulled Malia who somehow managed to get from behind him to his chest closer as she started making those displeased sounds due to the annoying phone.
As he was struggling to reach the phone while keeping Malia on his side, he was still partly asleep and so his brain wasn't fully getting that he was just pressing a girl against him while they were both on his bed.
Malia let out a pleased moan as she was absorbing his warm and snuggled harder against him burying her face into his neck which startled him a bit because her nose was cold. It was that startle that ultimately woke him up and helped him reach the phone realizing that he was lying in bed again with Malia. Malia, who was pressing against his chest, side and neck freezing, moved a bit to so now her legs with his were tangled causing him to fully wake up and get that he had a girl with him in bed now. A girl was braless under the hoodie he gave her last night because she claimed she was extremely cold. He couldn't help his brain going into places when she was pressing against him so closely and was literally fitting with him in all the right places.
He let out a startled noise as she let her lips go over his skin before she leaned away. He didn't see her, but with how close she was, it didn't matter. He blinked as she breathed at him, 'Pick it up already!'
He nodded several times as she untangled herself from him and moved to burry herself in the blanket and pillow again.
He picked up and tried very hard not to make it sound like his voice was breaking or hoarse. 'You better have a good reason for calling this early.'
Malia didn't hear what he was saying, but with the way his heart jumped it made her sat up and look at him worried.
'What happened?' she asked as he ended the call. She only started paying attention when Scott said in the morning and something about school bus.
Stiles brushed his face fully awaken now, 'Scott had a dream where he killed Allison, and she's fine, but he thinks that he really hurt someone. '
Malia narrowed her brows at him, 'Alpha?'
Stiles nodded, 'We need to get the school early in the morning. Just in case.'
The auburn haired girl nodded as well.
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They all came to school way earlier than they should, but it was still too late. Stiles's dad was already there with deputies. Someone was attacked on the bus, and by the looks of it it was an animal attack.
'Why didn't you warn us?' asked Scott as all three teens stood and watched the crime scene as many of their classmates behind the yellow tape.
Stiles shot him a look, 'He was working nightshift and he didn't come home yet, okay? Besides what was I supposed to do.'
'Guys, it doesn't matter we need to find out what happened and if we need to take care of it,' cut in Allison causing both boys to look at her confused.
'Take care of it?' asked Stiles.
'Yeah, evidence. What if they have Scott's DNA or something.'
'You would really get rid of the evidence even if I actually killed someone?' asked Scott.
Allison looked at him determinate with all honesty, 'We don't know what happened. You had a dream that seemed real, but in that dream you were hurting me. I'm fine. Anything could happen so why don't we try to find out what happen and then deal with it, okay?' asked Allison putting her hand on his shoulder showing how much she was supporting him.
Stiles raised his brows, 'Someone found their optimism?'
She shot him a look before she smiled a bit, 'Yeah, well, I'm back at being optimist of this little group since everyone sucks at it, Scott?'
He looked at her again from the scene. He felt like vomiting. He thought he was passed this. He thought that he managed to get out of the alpha's hands, but it seemed like he had control over him no matter how much he thought otherwise.
'You have to tell us everything that happened,' she told him with a look on her face that left no room for argues. So he did. He told her the truth. Well, part of it anyway.
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Stiles stuffed his face with his lung as they were sitting in the cafeteria talking about Scott's dream/nightmare since they finally had some time, and we alone. Scott's awesome moves on the field earned him such a popularity that they literally had zero alone time. It was almost incredible how they went from the trio who were always on their own to people who everyone wanted to sit with and talk to. Both Stiles and Allison knew it was only because of Scott, but it was seriously weird to people talk to them, hell even greet them like it wasn't a big deal.
Scott finished his story. He skipped out the kiss part, but he didn't find it all that important away. It was probably just some recalling of what he did to her in the lockers room. Shaking his head he sighed and put his food away.
Allison and Stiles shared a look before she took his tray and pushed it back toward him, 'You can't stop eating. We don't know what happened just that someone got attacked that's all. It might not have been you. It could have been just the alpha.'
'I had blood on my shirt, Allison.'
'Maybe,' swallowed Stiles to talk more comprehensibly, 'maybe, you were there, but that doesn't mean you did anything.'
Scott let out an even more desperate sigh, 'Even better so I was there and didn't help the guy. Sounds perfect.'
Allison put her hand on his shoulder, 'It will be fine.'
'Yeah, bro, we'll totally figure this out,' assured his Stiles quickly hoping that could bring some of that burden off Scott's shoulders.
'Figure what out?' asked Lydia who all of the sudden appeared by their table with her tray looking at them.
'Uh,' Allison swallowed hard, 'homework?' she asked more than answered, but it was the first thing that came to her mind as the strawberry blonde surprisingly appeared in front of them. They were lucky enough she didn't hear everything they were saying from the looks of it.
'Oh,' she said and sat down next to Scott like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Stiles mouthed to Scott, 'Why is she sitting with us?' Not that he wasn't super happy about it, but right now was not the best time to have someone else sitting with them. He almost wondered why it was anyway, but then he remembered it was Scott's new found popularity which made people notice them.
Just as Scott was about to shake his head, out of the blue several people came to sit with them. The trio never had a full table like this.
They just looked at each other confused as to why their table turned into the popular one when Lydia started, 'We're going bowling tonight. You guys should come. It will be like a group thing, or date,' she said looking at Scott and Allison.
They both sigh in reunion, 'We're not dating.'
'Whatever, then we can just hang out, oh,' she looked at Stiles who was beyond joy if it wasn't for the fact that his mouth of full of food, 'You should totally bring Malia. I like her.'
Stiles let out a disappointed noise that she purposely missed.
Allison moved closer to her trying to keep her voice down, 'Why would we go out with you?'
Lydia stabbed a piece of salad on her fork before she looked at Allison sweetly, 'Because we're friends now,' she said as sweetly as possible. Allison looked over at Scott with a look on his face.
Stiles should have been happy about it, but he for sure didn't like the sound of it. It gave him goosebumps. Shaking his head he looked to the side where one of Lydia's friends, Kim was sitting. She raised her brows at him before she kind of annoyed looked away. He turned to the other side where he nodded at Danny who turned away looking the same. He returned to his food. Did Danny not like him? Why didn't he like him? He understood Kim she was kind of one of the mean girls, but Danny? He thought they kind of bonded over who's going to drive after the game so he was surprised that he was acting so coldly to him. He wondered what happened.
As he was in his head analyzing why Danny wouldn't like him Lydia turned back to Scott, 'Tracy is staying home sick for the rest of the week.'
Scott made a face, 'That's too bad. I hope she gets better soon. '
Lydia clicked her tongue before she misled at him, 'Text her. She's bored out of her mind.'
Scott nodded while Allison away from the two focusing on Stiles, 'Is it a good idea with well our new situation?' she asked him very quickly.
Stiles sighed, 'Not sure. Maybe we should ask an expert.'
She instantly understood that he meant Derek and nodded. They really needed him more than ever right now.
Stiles nodded as well and went to check up his phone. He was looking for any information about the crime scene. Media was the best option in gathering Intel in Beacon Hills anyway.
He scrolled through the news until he found something.
'Check this out,' he said without thinking. He moved the phone to the center of the table to show it to Scott and Allison, but the whole table showed interest in what he had to add to the group.
The news started and the reporter's voice came from his phone, 'The sheriff department won't speculate on the details of the incident, but confirmed that the victim, Garrisson Meyers, did survive the attack ! Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in a critical conditions.'
'Mr. Meyers?!' asked Scott shook, 'No way,' he looked at Stiles who shot him a look filled with sympathy.
Allison turned to him with worry in her eyes, 'You guys know him?'
Scott looked her, 'When I was going to stay over at my dad's, I took the bus to school. Mr. Meyers was the driver.'
She put a hand on his knee. For everyone else it looked like Scott was so emotional about it because he knew the man. Only Allison and Stiles, who put away his phone, knew that it was worst. So much worst. None of them knew that Scott was so devastated by the situation because he was afraid he might have hurt Meyer. Someone he knew. He already did it once, but managed to be stopped by Malia. If it wasn't for her Allison would surely be his first victim. Was that it? Did Malia just delayed the unavoidable, and now it finally ran its course?
He visibly shivered at the thought, and Allison wanted nothing more than to hug him right then and there and tell him that it was not him and that if it was they would figure it out. Still, she didn't want to believe it. After how they had managed to fight against the alpha together, she had a hard time believing that he would do something like that. Was it just her false feeling of security from everything that happened in the woods, or how he managed to hold himself on the field, or how calmed down with her in the lockers? No, it couldn't be. She didn't want to believe it…
'So I heard it was some kind of an animal attack... Probably a cougar,' said suddenly Danny, 'Probably like with Mr. Matthews.'
'I heard it was a mountain lion,' cut in Jackson.
'A cougar is a mountain lion,' said Lydia which earned her several strange looks from the others, 'Isn't it?' she quickly added which Stiles's rewarded with an eyes roll.
Of course she would go back to playing dumb. God forbid she would actually show people how smart she was.
'How about we talk about something else?' suggested Lydia flipping her hair a bit and shooting Jackson a look.
He blinked at her confused before he understood that it meant that he should have started a new topic of discussion and rolled his eyes before he started talking lacrosse with Danny. Lydia barely contained a frustrated sigh.
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Scott brushed his hair several times during the class. He was nervous. He felt jumpy and anxious about everything. He knew there was a chance he might have hurt Mr. Meyers possibly as high as the chance that he didn't hurt the old man. He needed to know. If he hurt him he couldn't live with himself. His phone buzzed in his jacket and since the teacher looked even less interested in the class than the students he pulled it out and opened the message.
Yeah, being sick is the worst. Missed anything fun today? – Tracy
He texted her a little before the class started unsure why. When she asked him on a date during the celebration he was a bit shocked. She told him she liked him. He could tell she liked him, but she was really a bitch to Allison, and that wouldn't do. So he told her the honest answer. He told her that he would have to ask his friends about since she was really nice to them in the first place. He was really surprised that she was actually okay with it, but she was still into him so maybe she was.
He texted her back and put the phone away. He couldn't stop thinking about Meyers. He had to go see him. The reporter said that he was alive which meant that he might have saw what happened to him…maybe even Scott.
The thought terrified him more than anything. He hurt someone with his own claws and hands. He couldn't take it any longer after this class he was skipping.
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Scott got to the hospital. He was just locking his bike when he heard a familiar voice, 'Hope you're here to see your mom and not sick.'
He stood up and smiled at the man, 'Hey, Mr. Argent. Yeah, I brought her lunch.'
The man nodded and watched as Scott pulled out a lunch box from his backpack. They walked to the entrance together, 'I hope you two weren't planning to go for lunch.'
Chris smiled at the boy, 'No, not today, Scott. I just came here to visit a friend.'
'Oh, sorry to hear that is he sick?' asked Scott sincere. Chris liked the kid. Since he first met the kid he could tell he was one of those golden boys. He and Stiles were Allison's first friends, and it was his joy to hear his daughter excited about her new friends when they moved here. He had to admit although it was always a tough thing to like your daughter's boy friends since they were well boys he really liked Scott and Stiles as his own. It was pretty much because they were all raising each other's kids that they became adopting parents to every one of them.
'I hope so. Everything okay in school? I heard about the bus. It's crazy what has been happening here. Sheriff really has his hands full.'
Scott nodded, 'Yeah, we were shocked when we saw the bus and the tapes, but they wouldn't let anyone close so we didn't see anything else, uh. School and classes were like any other day. I heard the man who got attack was alive though.'
Scott looked at Chris from the corner of his eyes. It was hard now to be around the man when he knew he could easily kill him if he ever found out who he really was. It was a terrible thought that a man who showed him how to shave and thought him lacrosse would do that if he found out about him.
'Yeah, I caught it as well. We can only hope for the best. Let's just hope they find the animal soon.'
Scott stopped in track, 'Animal?'
Chris nodded, 'Yeah, mountain lion from what I heard.'
Scott nodded, 'Right.'
They parted ways, and Scott went to give his mom lunch. She looked relieved and excited until she accused him that he had other motives. He did, but not with her so he was kind of upset about her accusation.
He wanted to carefully sneak into Meyers's room, but he was caught by Derek who took him around the corner, 'Whoa, what's wrong?'
Derek looked at the door before he looked at Scott, 'Stiles texted me what happened.'
'Yeah, and you should have waited for me at the house.'
'I got impatient, and I wanted to see him for myself.'
He frowned before he nodded at the door. In a second Chris Argent came out of the room and went to the exit.
Scott opened his mouth shocked.
'You need to pay more attention to your ears and smell,' said Derek before he went for the room.
Scott sighed annoyed that he was almost caught like that and went to follow the older werewolf. They walked inside and closed the door. The man looked terrible. He was definitely attacked by something. Whatever it was it tore him as much as it could.
'Gosh, was it me?' asked Scott terrified of the answer while Derek checked the man's file which was in a small folder on the bed.
'I can't tell for sure, but I don't think so.'
Scott blinked at that. It wasn't a complete no, but it was something, and since it was coming from Derek it meant almost everything to Scott.
'No?'
When Derek was done reading he close the file and put it back on its original place, 'No. There's still a chance, but you wouldn't do it on your own in that case.'
Scott blinked, 'Can you explain, please, Derek?'
Derek opened his mouth just as Meyers opened his eyes, 'Derek?' he asked weakly since his throat was cut the way Scott dreamed he cut Allison's.
'Derek Hale?'
They both blinked at each other, and Derek stepped closer, 'Yes? That's me.'
The man suddenly started crying, 'I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry. I-I…I didn't know…kids…I didn't know there would be…kids…'
The monitors suddenly started beeping loudly, and the man passed out. Derek rushed to him and started performing CPR.
Scott turned around, now he leaned on his ears, and he could hear nurses and doctors were on their way, 'Dude, we have to go.'
Derek wouldn't stop, so Scott had to drag him away, 'Derek, we can't stay.'
They quickly ran out to the corner and watched as Scott's mom with a fellow nurse and a doctor ran inside. They waited outside. It felt terribly helpless to be standing there listening to everything that was happening in the room without being able to do anything about it.
A small tear came out of Scott's eye when they heard the doctor say, 'Time of death…'
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Malia pressed another shirt to her chest the way Allison showed her as they were standing in her room getting ready, 'I don't understand if you don't like Lydia and the other mean girls why are we going with them?'
Allison rolled her eyes, 'Because she has been texting and calling me about it like every five minutes, and I can tell that it's like Stiles's dream come true or something.'
Malia nodded before she looked down at the shirt, 'This one?'
Allison looked at it as well, 'Honestly? I don't know. I could wear anything, and I wouldn't care. We're not dressing up to impress them, and we don't care what they think!'
Malia nodded as again before she looked at the bed full of clothes Allison pulled out, 'If we don't care, why are we trying on so many clothes?'
Allison sighed before she let herself fall backwards on the bed, 'So they wouldn't make fun of us and gossip about us behind our back more than they already do?'
Malia titled her head to the side, 'So you do care?'
The brunette looked at her ceiling, 'I just hate it. When they laugh when I pass them by on the hallway, or when I hear them whisper my name in the lockers. I don't even know what they're saying, but it still makes me feel…sad. It shouldn't but it does. I'm just insecure like that.'
Malia lied down next to her on her back, 'I don't get it.'
'Of course you don't. You didn't go through middle school when people are whispering about you and saying things, usually untrue things, just because they feel like it. It makes you feel bad. Like you're ugly, or fat, or too skinny. It hurts.'
Malia looked at the ceiling as well, 'That's what I don't get. Why? You know you are pretty, so how can someone tell you you're not a believe it? Does it then helps when someone tells you that you are pretty?'
Allison thought about it, 'I guess. Yeah, it makes you feel good when you are called pretty, or you don't believe it's true that's also an option.'
Malia nodded, 'Hm, that's stupid. I don't even honestly get pretty or not pretty with humans. I think everyone is pretty or not? Is it like in the face? When someone has a big nose he's not pretty, or when they're eyes are grew and not blue, or when they're too tall or too short? I think everyone is pretty.'
Allison smiled at her and touched her arm, 'Yeah, because you don't care about height, or color of the eyes, or size of the nose.'
Malia sighed, 'True. Does that mean I don't fit?'
Allison looked at her, 'Hm?'
'Because I don't find things like that important?'
Allison watched her for a few moments before she put her arm around her, 'No, Malia, it makes you the most amazing person I know.'
Malia grinned at her. She was still grinning the same way always showing her perfect white teeth reminding everyone a coyote.
They got up, and Allison pulled off her top and put on a shirt Lydia would tell her to burn in the backyard or something. She looked at Malia, 'Still pretty?'
Malia nodded with a smile, 'Still pretty.'
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'Okay, what was that all about?' asked Scott Derek as they got out of the hospital, 'Did he mean your family?'
He knew it was terrible to ask him right now, but he needed to know. He needed some answers.
Scott waited until Derek took a hold of himself and answered, 'Maybe, there was a gathering. It wasn't just us in the house. It was all my cousins and others.'
Scott nodded thinking about it, 'So like there were kids inside?'
Derek nodded very slowly.
'Meyers used to be a bus driver…He was always nice to us… maybe he didn't know there would be kids?'
Derek nodded again.
'Do you know who did it? Who started the fire? The hunters? Was Meyers-?'
'I really don't know. I only know of one person who was to blame, and she had someone who helped her, but I don't know who.'
Scott took a step closer, 'Did Matthews have something to do with it?'
Derek looked at him.
Scott shrugged his shoulders, 'We talked about it a bit with Stiles. The alpha going after Allison, you, your sister, and others…it kind of leads back to the fire.'
'Stiles,' mumbled Derek with a nod, and Scott made a face, 'He likes to have theories. This one seems actually very likely to be true.'
Stiles's jeep pulled over, 'Can we talk about it?' asked Scott with a look on his face which told Derek that he didn't just want to know. This stupid pup with a heart of gold wanted to help.
Derek looked at the jeep where was Stiles waving at them awkwardly and then back at Scott, 'Alright, how about we find out what happened in the bus first, and then all of us can have a catch about the fire.'
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They waited until it was dark outside and texted the girls to let them know that they would be late.
'Why I am staying in the car?' asked Stiles feeling useless as Derek revealed small parts of his plan.
The older werewolf shot him a look which would have shut Stiles up, but he was slowly growing bolder since they were spending so much time together. He definitely didn't freak him out like the first times he met him.
Okay, that last part was a total lie.
'No seriously, Batman and Robin, dude!' said Stiles looking at Scott who raised his brows, 'Stiles, hate to break it to you, but we're both Robins in this scenario.'
Stiles blinked before he looked over at Derek. He definitely had dark mysterious rich guy vibe going on. If they were both Robins then he had to be Batman. Well, that blew a bit less, he supposed.
'Okay, well, don't take too long, we have to get read. Lydia actually texted me about it,' he sang just as Derek opened the door and walked out of the jeep without a word as he gotten annoyed with the two teens.
Scott looked at Stiles who shrugged before he motioned for him to follow him. He returned to his phone really excited.
Scott got over the fence and walked after Derek who led him straight to the bus. He stopped in front of him and turned around to look at him, 'Okay, here's what you're going to do. Don't think, don't try to remember with your mind, focus completely on your sense. Scent, touch, hearing the wind, anything that might trigger a memory, okay?'
Scott sighed getting ready before he nodded. He walked to the front and opened the door. He pressed his hand against the cold glass for a few moments remembering the coldness from the night.
He was there last night.
They walked in. It was hard to get out the imagine of Allison's eyes begging him to spear her life but, he managed. He walked to the center of the bus breathing in the scent. There was blood, but also something else both he and Derek could tell that the alpha was there not so long ago. The bus was torn apart. There were missing chairs and damaged windows, and the back had a whole in it. He closed his eyes for a moment.
'That's a good boy…'
He opened them. He couldn't remember how he looked like, and he subconsciously touched the back of his neck.
'You remember him?' asked Derek noticing the gesture.
'Not sure. I heard someone in the dream, but…'
'It's alright, but let it all in it doesn't matter how it may first appear.'
Scott nodded and closed his eyes again, 'Yeah-okay.'
He remembered spinning Allison around…and touching her hand…except it wasn't Allison's hand.
'Please, don't let him take me. Please! Help!' he heard, but it wasn't Allison's voice it was a male voice. When Scott opened his eyes he saw the alpha holding a covered in blood Meyers by the back of his neck. Meyers was on his knee crying trying to reach for Scott's hand.
'Please, I didn't know. We didn't know there would be kids-please we didn't know. Mark swore they were all in school. He told us-he told us there would be no kids…'
The alpha growled at him. Scott could sense his horror. The man was terrified of dying, but he knew it was his fault. He felt remorse. He was truly sorry about what happened. His hated himself for what he did. The scent of it filled the air. It was a scent of the man who knew his time was coming, but what still afraid even know he knew he deserved it.
Scott reached his hand for him. The alpha wanted him to help him hunt him down. He remembered. Meyers came to drink from time to time or be alone to the bus. They catch him easily. He was old and wasn't expecting the two of them. It was a short hunt over before it could really start, but the alpha wasn't satisfied. He wanted more from him. He wanted him to help him kill the man. He knew he wanted it. He knew he commanded it and if he disobeyed there would be a punishment, but he didn't.
He took his hand and tried to help him up. There was a struggle. The alpha got furious with him. Maybe if he hadn't got in the way he would give the man a quick dead, but he couldn't just stand there and watch him hurt the man. Once again he was ready to fight the alpha for someone weaker than him just like with Malia. It wasn't much of a fight. The alpha got him easily cutting his claws into him. His shirt got red from the blood.
He could have easily kill him. He let Meyers catch a break and pushed Scott against the floor. He tried to fight him off, but he was too big and too heavy. Then he let them both go and left. Meyers hid behind one of the chairs….wait…that couldn't be right. Why would he leave?
As he hit the ground with the alpha on top of him there was something which caught the alpha's attention…what was it?
Did someone come a noise…he wasn't sure what it was, but it made the alpha stop and leave.
What was the noise?
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Stiles almost didn't notice the patrol car that was heading their way as he was too consumed by his phone. When he did spotted them, he acted fast he started horning like crazy and flashed his lights hoping the two will notice him in time, and he wouldn't have to explain to his dad why was he and his best friend at a crime scene with Derek Hale. He really wouldn't be looking to that.
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Both turned to the side of the bus when the lights when on, 'We have to go.'
They ran to the jeep, and Stiles instantly left the parking lot revealed, 'Thank God, you made it. I was preparing a speech for dad already.'
Scott shot him a look, 'Thanks for the vote of confidence.'
'Always, buddy, so what do we got?'
'I'm not a killer,' said Scott too happy to be pissed. He didn't hurt Meyers. He didn't hurt anyone, 'The alpha-he called me just like you said,' he turned to Derek, 'I came, I helped him hunt him down, but I didn't hurt him. I was trying to safe him. He,' Scott licked his lips, 'Gosh, he really had something to do with the fire, but, Derek, he was sorry. He kept on repeating that he didn't know that there would be kids and that there shouldn't have been kids and that someone named Mark told them that there would be no kids.'
Derek frowned at that, 'What was the name of the guidance counselor?'
'Paul Matthews…so we got something. Matthews, Meyers and whoever this Mark guy is. Letter M definitely isn't a lucky one for werewolves.'
Scott shook his head, 'You know more don't you, can you tell us?'
Derek, who was trying to recall anyone named Mark, looked at the boy, 'Not yet.'
'Derek, you said-'
'After you dates come to the motel I'm staying, and we can talk about everything.'
Scott watched him trying to pick up if he was meaning it before he nodded and turned to the front.
They were silent for a while until Stiles said, 'So do you think it's a date?'
Scott shot him a look. His happy mood not so completely happy anymore. 'Stiles,' he started with a warning in his voice.
'All I'm saying it looks like a date? If yes what kind double? Triple?-'
'Dude, is a hanging out. Stop seeing too much into it.'
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They picked up the girls, and Allison instantly hugged Scott from behind showing him support since he texted her what he found out.
'Okay, we got Derek to tell us what happened during the fire, so we might actually be close to finding something out.'
'Dude, I just don't want you to get your hopes up,' said Stiles, 'Even if we find out who's the alpha, he still might continue to kill and hurt people.'
Scott shook his head, 'No, we'll stop him somehow. If we just figure out who he is we can do something about him and stop him.'
'I heard something,' mumbled Malia next to Allison, 'What?' they all turned to her.
The other brunette sighed, 'When your mom was talking to me at the game, I heard Derek and your dad talking. He said something like he used him and his sister. Your dad, I mean.'
'Used him? How?' asked Allison worried as everyone was now looking at her. Malia shrugged, 'It sounded like he made them leave town after the fire.'
Allison looked down at her hands and then at the others, 'You think he actually had something to do with the fire?'
Scott instantly shook his head, 'Not possible.'
'Dude,' started Stiles, 'He kills werewolves.'
'Yeah, we don't know that, maybe he just takes care of them, or he kills the bad ones. He didn't try to kill Derek, did he?'
'Stiles has a point,' mumbled Allison not looking at anyone at the moment, 'Just think about it. He hid things from us-'
'No, a guy that taught me and Stiles lacrosse during the summer and drove us to fair while making us eat pizza almost every day is just not capable of burning down a house with kids inside. You can't possibly think that Allison,' said Scott.
Allison looked up at him with the saddest look on her face he had ever seen and Malia put her hand on her shoulder as she sensed the sorrow coming from her, 'I really don't know what to think.'
'Okay, enough of this gloomy aura,' said Stiles, 'We're here to have some fun besides until Derek tells us what he knows all of this is just speculation. So let's not jump into conclusion. The point is Scott didn't hurt anyone again, and we're here to have some fun like normal teens.'
Everyone agreed with that speech.
'Besides aren't you forgetting something?' asked Stiles with his brows rose looking at Scott.
Scott blinked confused and then looked at Allison and Malia who looked just as in the dark as he was.
'Uh, yeah?'
'You can't bowl. Like at all. Like if there was an award for worst bowler guess who would have got it?' asked Stiles pointed at him.
Scott blinked, 'What are you talking about? I'm not that bad.'
Stiles sighed, 'Dude, you are the worst. Allison,' they all turned to the brunette, 'Tell him.'
The poor girl bless her heart tried to soften the situation, 'Well, there's room for improvement, and it's not as bad as your snowboarding.'
Scott frowned, 'I never snowboard.'
'Which is our point, dude,' said Stiles, 'Look, I love ya, but you can't bowl. You suck ass in it.'
Scott opened his mouth to argue before he thought about all those time they actually went bowling. He really wasn't great at it.
'Okay,' he pointed at them accusingly, 'why would you let me agree to go if you knew I suck?'
'To be fair none of us agreed. Lydia is forcing us with her billion and something messages,' said Allison showing her phone which went off again with another text.
'And we have Malia with us,' said Stiles pointing at the other girl who frowned, 'How do you know I can't bowl?'
'Well, can you?'
'I might.'
Stiles show her a smile which said 'you're adorable', but didn't take her too seriously.
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Malia scored again and turned around to look at Stiles with raised eyebrows and a grin that definitely said 'I told you so.'
'Okay,' nodded Stiles before he looked over at Scott, 'Congrats, you suck more than M who was in woods for the last six years.'
Scott rolled his eyes and went to take her place. It was almost sad watching him play. Bowling seriously was not his sport. Still, so far it has been going on pretty well. They were ten of them with Jackson, Lydia, Danny, Sam, Kim, and Ashley. Stiles hasn't been with this many people out since like middle school, the not judge years of middle school at least. It was weird. Sure Jackson was making fun of Scott's bowling abilities, Ashley, Kim and Lydia were paying way to much attention to clothes and make up, but it wasn't all bad. Allison and Malia made their mission to tease him with jabs, so it felt like any other time they hung out. Still, he could tell and so could the others of their original group that something has upset Allison. She wasn't herself after what Malia said.
'His posture is all wrong,' said Malia just as she jab him again making him almost jump and yelp a bit as she hit his ticklish side.
'Malia!' warned her Stiles, but she just grinned at him before she laughed.
Allison sighed, 'I'm going to help him.'
She stood up and walked to Scott who was still getting ready to throw the ball.
Malia put her knees to her chest, 'I shouldn't have said anything.'
Stiles blinked before he turned to her, 'No, Malia, you totally should have. Maybe a bit sooner, but it doesn't matter now.'
'I forgot before. I wanted to tell her right at the game, but then we won, and I really forgot.'
Stiles smiled at her, 'It's okay.'
Malia returned it with a grin before she noticed Lydia was looking at them. She wondered if the girl heard them, but she didn't say anything that might have been used or anything so it didn't bother her all that much.
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Allison rushed to Scott, 'Word of advice?'
Scott sighed, 'Yes, please.'
She put her hands on his shoulders and then waist and fixed his posture, 'You're trying too hard.'
Scott nodded to the back, 'That's because of him.'
Allison could see Jackson smirking at them enjoying Scott's humiliation.
She frowned, 'You need to take your mind out of it.'
'How?' asked Scott annoyed.
She licked her lips before she turned him back to the position and stepped right behind him, 'Think about something nice like…how good you are at lacrosse... like how you managed to fight of the alpha like three times already…like a pretty girl,' she lowered her voice to a whisper, and Scott couldn't help but found it incredibly sensual, 'Naked.'
His eyes widened, but before he could say something Allison had run back to her seat so he was left to think about what she said.
He nodded to himself, 'Okay, naked pretty girl.'
He scored.
'Whoa! Way to go buddy!' shouted Stiles getting out of the bench cheering.
He turned to Allison who was trying to look as innocent as possible, 'Well? What did you tell him?'
'Just to think about lacrosse.'
Malia chuckled next to her as she heard what Allison was saying, but when Stiles gave her a look asking about it, she just said, 'Girl code.'
He made an annoyed face.
Scott came to sit with them and smirked at Allison, 'Thanks.'
She laughed and Stiles let out a frustrated noise, 'Oh, come on! I wanna know too!'
'Lydia, you're up,' said Jackson to his girlfriend who was talking pictures at the time, 'Oh, I won't be any good.'
'Yeah, maybe you shouldn't play anymore,' he said as he got annoyed with McCall once again managing to good at something.
The girl froze for a moment before she smiled at Jackson oddly and stood up. She walked to Allison, 'Maybe, you should come tell me something to help me out.'
The brunette shot her a look before she sighed and actually stood up. She wasn't sure why she was doing it, but she did. She helped her pick up a ball and guided her on the spot. When Lydia made a strike Allison blinked surprised, 'Whoa, that was like a perfect form.'
'Was it?' she asked innocently and Allison shot her another look, 'Seriously? You know, you don't have to always suck just for someone's benefit. Have some pride and feminist and all.'
She returned to her seat. Stiles always told her that Lydia was actually way smarter than she let people know, but until recently Allison didn't notice it. Lydia played the perfect game. She acted like a brainless Barbie when really she probably all figured out five steps ahead of everyone. It was impressive and scary to be completely honest.
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The evening was going on really well. Kim and Ashley went to flirt with some guy that worked there while Jackson went to play one of the arcade games. Danny was telling Allison and Sam about his holidays with his grandparent which left Stiles, Scott and Lydia at their spot. Malia went to write something from the boards. Everything was new to her, and she was very interested in walking around and getting familiar with new places.
'Hey, why don't you go talk to Jackson?' suggested Lydia suddenly. Stiles raised his eyebrows. The last thing he wanted was to go talk to that douche, but when she added a smile that to that suggestion how could he say no?
He stood up, but she immediately put her hand on his wrist surprising him, 'Not you, Scott, I actually want to talk with you.'
Scott shot the girl an annoyed look. He probably wanted to talk with the douche even more than Stiles did, but he was a good friend and if Stiles had an opportunity of a life time to talk to her longtime crush, he was willing to do it.
'Okay, I'll go talk to…,' he change his voice to make the annoyance visible, 'Jackson.'
Lydia waited until he walked away before she sat down next to the boy, 'So, Stiles, how are you?' she asked sweetly. Way too sweetly.
He blinked, 'Good, and how are you?'
'Same, now as you noticed Tracy is kind of interested in Scott as more than a friend.'
He wanted to sigh. He should have known this would have been about Scott, but hey at least they were talking.
'What do you think about that?' she asked with such a beautiful smile, he honestly couldn't care less about what they were talking as long as she was smiling at him like that. Gosh, she was so beautiful.
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Scott as slowly as possible made his way to Jackson as he was standing by the pinball machine, 'Hey, so how's it going?'
Jackson shot daggers at him.
That well, huh?
Okay, this was ridiculous they were both on the team, and the team needed them to be sort of decent with each other and not backstab each other just because they didn't like each other.
'Okay, listen, I know we both didn't want to be here. But the thing is, we don't have to hate each other.'
Jackson stopped playing and looked at him calmly, 'I don't hate you. You never did anything to me. It's I don't believe you, McCall.'
He frowned, 'What's that supposed to mean?'
'Ever since you made first line,' Jackson returned to the game, 'I started to recall how you used to play. You sucked. Profoundly sucked McCall, and just like that overnight you went all player of the year? I'm not buying that.'
Scott frowned, 'Then what are you saying?'
'I'm saying you're taking something. I don't know what yet, but I know that you are cheating. I don't know if it's steroids or something weirder, I'm guessing something weirder, it's pretty obvious that you're a freak. So... Don't think for a second I'll give up on finding out you're little secret.'
Scott didn't budge, 'I don't have a secret. I just got that good.'
'I'm not buying it.'
'Maybe you would too if you spent less time worrying about me and more time practicing.'
Jackson shot him a furious look, but Scott stood his ground.
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One of the boys sat down next to Malia, 'Hey, I haven't seen you here before.'
She raised her brows at him, 'I haven't been here before.'
He chuckled, 'I'm Max.'
She blinked at him confused. She didn't understand. Did he want to make friends or something?
Stiles was too consumed by Lydia's talk about popcorn. He couldn't believe that she left her mask down enough to act the smart way, the she really was. They finished talking about Tracy and Scott and he wasn't even sure how did they end up talking about something so trivial as popcorn, but he liked it anyway. He was impressed really. He watched her with such adoration and care and-Malia?
He blinked when he suddenly saw Malia punch a boy into the neck.
'So that's why-'
'Sorry, Malia!' he got out of the seat and ran to the girl who was watching the boy who was gasping for air.
'Hey-hey-hey! What-'
Malia didn't look at him as she just went behind him and pressed herself against his back like she was hiding, 'I'm sorry. I need a second.'
Stiles eyes widened as he realized that Malia wasn't hiding she needed a moment to calm down and not shift out as newbie like Scott surely would have in her place.
'What the hell did you do?' he asked the boy frowning at him. He could tell that the boy was obviously an asshole. He had an asshole radar, and he was most times right than wrong.
The boy managed to catch a breath, 'I didn't do anything. She just fucking freaked out, psycho.'
Stiles felt her shake her head against the shoulder silently. He wasn't sure if she was disagreeing with him, or if she was trying to get her scent on him. With her it was always a two side coin.
'Don't call her that!' barked Stiles and took a step closer Malia following him, 'I know you did something. So how about you just walk away, and you don't have to tell people a girl got you like that, and maybe just maybe you get away with it. So fucking walk away.'
Malia felt how angry Stiles was, and it made her smile a bit. Stiles didn't even know what happened, and yet he had her back and protected her and made sure she could calm down so she wouldn't coyoteout on the bastard. He didn't know what happened and yet he knew it wasn't her fault, and he protected her simply because he was Stiles and she was Malia.
'We should probably go,' said Allison as everyone sort of came to them, 'There's a curfew, remember?'
'Allison's right. My parents are blowing up my phone,' said Danny looking at his phone.
'Same,' agreed Ashley showing hers.
'Well, it was fun while it lasted.'
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'Did he say something bad about me?' asked Stiles nervously as he was driving them from the bowling.
Malia shook her head, but just kept on looking out of the window in the back. She obviously didn't want to talk about it, but it just made Stiles so angry. He wanted to know what was up.
Scott's phone went off.
'Who are you texting with?' asked Allison.
'Did he say something bad about Scott?' continued Stiles.
'Tracy,' answered Scott looking a bit unsure, 'Uh, she wants to go out with me.'
'Did he-whoa what Tracy wants to go out with you?' asked Stiles shocked while Allison frowned, 'You want to go out with Tracy?'
Scott looked nervously from the passenger's seat to Stiles and then to Allison and Malia. Stiles looked shocked while Allison seemed upset and Malia was just confused about why the sudden chance in the atmosphere in the car.
'Uh, maybe…she did apologize to you, didn't she?' he asked Allison who looked away, 'Uh, yeah, she did.'
'Should I go with her?' he asked everyone but looking at Allison who seemed lost of words or at least struggling to voice what she wanted to say, 'I think…you should do what you want, uh, yeah, do what you want.'
Scott nodded, but he seemed unsure.
Malia blinked looking from one to another, 'You shouldn't go with her.'
Stiles just happened to stop at the red light and all three teens looked the girl surprised.
'Uh, why?' asked Scott blinked confused.
Malia shrugged her shoulders, 'You don't really want to go. Allison doesn't want you to go. So I don't see a reason you should go.'
Stiles couldn't help a proud smile at Malia's directness. She was so awesome when she managed to shock everyone with her truth.
Scott looked at Allison who looked just as embarrassed. They didn't shout at Malia to be quite or not to talk bullshit. They both just turned back in their seats to the road and silently watched as Stiles drove them home. Derek told them he would call in them in the morning, and they would mean before class which was good cause they still hadn't told him about Malia.
'We have to tell him. It's not like he will get angry-well he will because we didn't tell him about her sooner, but you know that's just Derek,' said Stiles to Scott who shot him a look.
'We were,' said Malia, 'I didn't tell him anything either when I met him.'
Stiles looked at her through the mirror, 'And he didn't notice? That you're a werecoyote?'
She shook her head, 'That's when Mr. Argent came.'
Allison sighed again and pressed her head against the window, 'I wish I could ask him.'
They all gave her supportive look but continued the ride in silence.
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Malia wanted to ask if she said something wrong because she was confused. She said the truth. Scott and Allison really didn't want him to go out with Tracy. She didn't ask; however, and waited until she and Stiles were home before she asked, 'Uh, why were Scott and Allison so…ashamed? Embarrassed? I said the truth.'
Stiles smirked at her and put his arm around Malia to pull her closer, 'Yeah, well to be fair it was a bit embarrassing, but that's their problem. You did great. You said the truth, and I absolutely love how honest you were, M.'
She grinned at him, 'Thanks, S.'
He led her to the house and up the stairs. They got inside his room and she went to sit on his bed as he put off his hoodie and hung it over his desk chair.
'Okay, so are you finally going to tell me what did the jackass do?' he asked looking down at her. She looked away. She didn't want to, she had a bad feeling about telling him. She liked that he was defending her even though he could see she was more than capable of protecting herself. It still felt nice to be cared for, but she was sure he wouldn't like it if he heard it. He would be upset. She was upset, and she was herself. Human behavior confused her not upset her.
She wasn't sure she would even be able to explain it, even if she wanted to say it, but with the way Stiles was looking at her she had a feeling, he wouldn't rest until she would tell him. It was always like this when she had a secret and teased him about it just a tiny bit.
She sighed a little bit and parted her legs a bit wider so he would have a better look. He noticed it, but he didn't think it was related to what she was about to say; however, Malia didn't say anything. Instead she put her hand against her knee looking at him with a face which told him to pay attention when he saw how she moved her hand slowly from her knee to the inside of her tight.
'No,' he shook his head without tearing his eyes off her hand on her leg before he looked up at her face, 'Hell no!'
He ran out of the room grabbing his hoodie leaving a shocked Malia behind She didn't think he could be that fast. Still, she was quicker so she ran after him and caught up with him pressing herself in front of him.
'Get out of my way because I'm going to kill him.'
Malia shook her head and shot down his attempts to get pass her, 'Please, don't, you don't even know him. How do you even want to find him?'
He managed to go around her, 'I'll just go back there and-'
She surprised him by jumping on his back, 'Malia!'
'Don't go there. I punched him. It's done.'
Stiles stopped feeling the weight of Malia on his shoulders with her arms around his neck. He didn't even realize when had he took her legs to steady her on him or when had he stopped trying to shrug her off and just stood there on his porch with Malia on his back pressing her face against his nose, 'Please, don't. You can't do anything about it now.'
'You should have told me,' he said looking at his jeep, 'I should have punched the asshole. I knew he did something. I knew it. I just thought he might have said something to you and not…Fuck.'
'Stiles,' she said softly and moved her and lower to press it against his rapidly beating heart, 'Let it go.'
'I can't-I…do you even realize what he…,' Stiles closed his eye painfully tight.
'Yeah, he wanted to have sex with me.'
Stile shook his head and let go off her legs so she slowly got off him, 'It's not just that. Plenty boys would want to have sex with you.'
He turned around to look at her, 'It's that he wanted to take it without you offering it. He just-you can't just touch people like that. He is a sick fuck who can't just go around and molest or assault innocent girls. You have to be the one to want it; otherwise, it's an assault, it's molest, it's rape and it's disgusting and that fucker should bleed for touching you like that.'
Malia stepped closer to Stiles and put her hand on his cheek, 'Shush, S, I'm fine. I'm okay. He didn't do anything, and I punched him, and I punched him good. I knew I would punch him worse if you hadn't been there so I calmed down against you. It's okay.'
He shook his head looking into her brown eyes, 'It's not, okay, M.'
She brushed his cheek several times just standing there for a couple of minutes just like a few days before on the staircase. Once again he had this feeling inside him this warm inside him that he wanted to do something about, but it would be the worst kind of idea in the history of idea considering what she just told him.
'If you don't want someone to touch you they can't touch you, okay Malia? It doesn't matter if it's a stranger or someone you know or even me, okay?'
Malia nodded, 'Okay, but I don't mind when you touch me besides you never touch me like that.'
That made him blush completely terrified, 'Of course not because I-we're friends…and-and you're Malia and,' he swallowed hard when she gave him that soft and cute smile she only seemed to have for him.
'Thank you.'
He nodded, 'Yeah, of course, anything for you.'
She leaned her head to the side, 'Anything?'
He blinked because once again his mind went into dirty thoughts which were honestly killing him. What the hell was wrong with him? Honestly, he loved Lydia. He got to spend the whole evening with Lydia and others, but once Malia pressed against him in bed or grinned at him like that she constantly kept on forgetting about her. How and why? He loved her since the third grade. Lydia, obviously, not Malia.
She nodded, 'We didn't get to eat.'
He had to blink again before his lips pulled into a wide smile, and he couldn't help, but chuckle, 'You're awesome.'
She nodded, 'That I am. Also you hadn't told me how it went with Lydia.'
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Allison put on her pajamas. Today was definitely weird in many ways. It was fun. Surprisingly, it was fun enough even with Jackson and Lydia along them, but then it got weird. She shouldn't have these feelings about Scott going on dates. What was wrong with her? It didn't matter. Tracy was just…totally not the girl for Scott. Sure, she was pretty, but she was mean to her, and even if she gave Allison that sloppy apology she definitely didn't want her and Scott to start dating.
She went to brush her teeth. Of course, that's why she was upset about him dating her she didn't like her; still, Malia didn't have to blur it all out like that. She didn't want to be that weirdo jealous best friend who wanted Scott all to herself. He was finally getting the attention from lacrosse he always wanted. He was playing the first line, and he was amazing even though he got just turned into a werewolf.
Dead eyes…
She shivered closing her eyes at her reflection in the mirror. Once again she was completely paralyzed by the memory of Mr. Matthews on that tree. She needed to calm down.
The knock on the door startled her, and she turned around only to find her mom looking at her, 'You okay?'
Allison smiled at her and nodded, 'Yeah, just spaced out so you scared me.'
He gave her an apologizing smile, 'Sorry, I really didn't mean to.'
Allison nodded, 'It's okay.'
She washed her face and mouth. When she was drying her face with a small towel she realized her mom was still standing there looking at her.
Allison blinked and smiled at her a bit, 'Do you want something?'
Her mom shrugged her shoulders a bit, 'How was your first date?'
Allison grimaced awkwardly, 'Mom, I told you it was group hang out thing that Lydia called a date. It wasn't a date.'
She said and walked out of the bathroom turning off the light. Her mom followed her out, 'Come on. It was at least a little bit like a date.'
'And who was my date? Scott? Stiles? Jackson? Maybe it was Lydia or Malia?'
Victoria shot her a look, 'Allison, come on talk to me this is like the first time you went out on something which was at least by Lydia labeled as date. So please, details.'
Allison looked at her. Ever since she found out her whole life was a lie. She had a problem to act normal around her parents. She was always closed with her dad, but she still loved her mom. She was her mom. She knew she wasn't an ideal daughter. She had no girl friends until recently and liked playing around with two boys who were just as weird. She never said it of course. She was a cold person, but Victoria Argent showed just as much caring for Scott and Stiles as she could. Sometimes she got all girly when her and Allison went to buy out clothes, but most of the time it was just her being well reserved.
'It was fun even with cool kids there. We had a lot of fun. We didn't eat though.'
Victoria's face fall a bit, 'Not's not really much.'
Allison shrugged at her, 'Uh, Scott's going on a date,' she said conversationally.
'What?' asked Victoria sounding shocked, 'With who?'
'Tracy, a girl from school. Now he's kind of in the popular circle.'
'How do you feel about him going out with someone else?' asked her mom slowly. Allison looked the her hands before she admitted, 'Well, upset because she's a very mean girl.'
'Then why would Scott go out with her. It doesn't really seem like Scott.'
Allison brushed her forehead, 'He's not going yet, but he will, I can tell.'
'You have such little faith in him?'
'More like I know he wants to see the good in people. Always has always will. And she's not totally bad. She apologized, and I can tell she really likes him. I think that counts as something, or so they say.'
Victoria brushed her shoulder with a smirk, 'Well, I don't know much about what's going on with Scott and this girl, but I know Scott McCall, and he would never date a girl if she was mean to his best friends no matter how pretty or blonde she would be.'
Allison grinned at her mom before she nodded, 'Yeah, I guess. Thanks mom.'
Victoria squeezed her shoulder and walked away.
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Allison walked to her room and closed the door. She noticed her new phone was lightened up. Once she reached for it she noticed movement behind her window. She didn't dare to scream she just grabbed whoever was going through her window and smashed him to the ground.
'Au! Allison!' complained Scott as he was almost breathless on the ground from her attack.
The girl blinked, 'Oh my God!' she snapped in a whispery voice, 'Are you inside? I could have scream and alert my parents!'
Scott sighed, 'I texted you…guess you didn't notice.'
Allison let out a relieved breath and shook her head, 'No, I didn't notice.'
Scott watched her for a few moments before he chuckled. She jabbed him, 'Stop it.'
He started laughing, and she couldn't help, but smile although she pushed him again, 'Knock it off! Not funny.'
He put his hands on her shoulders, 'Honestly, I didn't mean to scare you like that. Still, way to attack me, Ally, didn't know you had it in you.'
She chuckled and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. Gosh, they were acting so silly right now. She looked at him, 'Wanna watch a movie?'
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Tracy was home listening to music in her bed with her earphones on. It was late. She texted Scott a little while ago, but he hadn't text her back yet. She sighed. She still understood Lydia's wonderful plan and why she had to fake sick, but she didn't mind all that much skipping school.
Besides Lydia promised to help her up with Scott so maybe she really just needed to wait and see.
She suddenly heard a loud sound close to her door. Tracy blinked and put the earphones away.
'Peggy?' she called to her golden retriever. Her parents weren't home yet so it couldn't be no one else really.
She blinked.
'Peggy, come her girl!'
Not a single bark came out. She bit her lip and with a sigh came out of bed. She took her phone with her. She walked down the stairs to the living room since every other door way close in the small hallway on the first floor.
'Peggy, come on, not funny.'
She very slowly walked into the living room where the dog was calmly sitting looking out of their back door. The girl brushed her hair several times and walked a bit closer almost crushing the phone in her hand.
'Okay, girl play time over,' she said as she stood in front of her putting her hand on her head and brushing her behind the ears where she liked it.
'What's wrong girl? You're never this quiet,' mumbled Tracy. It was then that she heard the sound of the backdoor opening.
She froze.
Very slowly she turned around. It was opened, but no one was there. She blinked, 'H-hello?'
When she heard step she screamed and ran.
But not fast enough…
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'I have nightmares,' admitted Allison as the movie's credits rolled over the screen of her laptop.
'Me too,' revealed Scott, and they looked at each other before they looked to the front again, 'not just yesterday, but constantly since I hurt you.'
Allison took his hand, 'Am I a bad person that I'm jealous of Stiles having Malia living with him?' asked Scott, 'I mean not in a I want to live with her kind of way but-'
'He's not alone at night,' said Allison and Scott nodded with a small smile that she got him, 'Exactly. '
'You're staying right?' asked Allison as they stopped.
Scott nodded, 'Yeah, I can sleep-'
'Next to me?' she asked biting her lip, and he smiled nodding. It wasn't for something pervy or romantic she just wanted to have him near her, and to feel him near her. She knew him, he was familiar, and he made her feel safe and good and she needed that right now more than ever. She never felt like that with anyone else, but Scott McCall.
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Derek was watching the sky. A full moon will arrive shortly, and he would have to make sure Scott was okay along with keeping an eye out for the alpha. It should feel good. It should feel wonderful to know that one of perso-monsters responsible for his family's dead got what they deserved, and that someone hurt them bad before finally ending their pathetic lives, but it didn't. Derek didn't feel joy or satisfaction from Meyers dead. The man didn't know that there would be kids inside the house. He was still responsible, but he could sense that he was truly sorry for what he did. He tried to think and reason that if he was really that sorry he would tell someone what happened, but he couldn't. He never told Paige's parents what happened. He couldn't.
Chasing the thoughts away, he looked at the moon again. He would really have to keep an eye out on Scott, and tell him everything tomorrow what he knew.
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Allison woke up and turned to the side when she opened her eyes she found Scott looking at her. He turned on the light on her lamp at some point.
'And you accused me of stalking you?'
He chuckled and reached to the touch her face, 'Eyelash.'
She sighed and watched him. It was so strange and peaceful to wake up next to him like this. She had an odd thought cross her mind about how would it feel to wake up next to him every morning.
She moved her hand touched his uncovered stomach pulling it embarrassed away, 'Sorry.'
He chuckled and shook his head still watching her, 'Have I ever told you you're super cute in the morning?'
She giggled, 'No, but you look cute too.'
He leaned his hand into her hair and brushed in. He looked at her in such a way that made her feel like she would want to wake up like that every morning.
He hummed, 'I'm a werewolf. I shouldn't be cute.'
'Please, you're a puppy wolf.'
He chuckled. Just like that everything seemed perfect. No alpha trying to kill them. No instincts getting in the way. Lying in bed with his best friend was just perfect.
'I should go, your parents are awake,' he said. He was starting to pay closer attention to his ears like Derek told him to.
Allison nodded and watched as he got out of bed, and put his shoes and hoodie back on. She knew Scott liked to sleep shirtless if he was alone in his room.
She felt like shaking her head at a thought of shirtless Scott. He walked to the window before he turned around for a moment, 'See you in school, Ally.'
'Bye,' she told him softly. Suddenly she had a weird feeling. The kind that you get when you watch a horror movie and then have to go out in the dark like there was something waiting for you in every corner.
Before she could voice it Scott was out of the window. It was easier to get in and out through windows since he was a werewolf now. He calmly walked down the street. He didn't have to hurry, it was still dark outside and everyone was asleep.
As he was walking, he suddenly did stop. He sensed something, a smell he already caught before. He froze. He remembered it now. It was his smell.
He started running hearing loud sounds of a big creature running after him.
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Chapter Ten: Lose Ends