𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.
𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
Amelia Sealgair, better known and Amy, has lived most of her life in the town of Beacon Hills...
t h i r t y e i g h t s e a l g a i r v s s e a l g a i r ?
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"YOU KNOW, I'VE ASKED A LOT ABOUT YOU IN THE PAST TWO DAYS YOU WEREN'T HERE," told her Dahlia with a tiny smile. "And by the stories I've heard I'm not surprised you spend your free periods next to the locker room."
They were still standing in the hallway to the boys' locker room. They hadn't move an inch since the vice principal left, and Amelia didn't want her to feel in control.
"So... I've met a few interesting people!" Exclaimed the girl. "There's this guy called Isaac that smells kinda funny... like a dog."
"What did you do to him?" Dahlia scoffed.
"Nothing, nothing. I don't find it entertaining to kill a werewolf when other people are watching. Werewolves love being watched, calling out for attention all the damn time... like that girl Erica."
Oh, she didn't know how much she had heard, but it didn't matter. You step in Beacon Hills high school and you can smell al kinds of creatures.
"Who I haven't got the chance to meet yet is your boyfriend," mentioned Dahlia. "Is it... Miles? No, no, that's not it... Stiles... yeah, that's the one. Do you wanna introduce me? I'll bet he'll recognize me. We do look similar, you know? When we were little, people called us twins. Isn't that funny?"
Amelia was about to say something when Stiles coming towards the hallway, following Erica.
"I smell wolf..." whispered Dahlia before turning around. "Or bitch."
They watched as the both talked. Amelia was about to grab Dahlia's arm to stop her from getting close to Stiles when the two Sealgairs noticed water coming out of the locker room.
Not even two seconds pass when the door opened, and Jackson appeared with Scott, one on top of the other, fighting.
Amelia kept Dahlia away as they saw Erica and Stiles breaking them apart. She saw as her boyfriend's eyes connected with hers, raising his eyebrows as he tried to calm Scott down.
"I assume that's Stiles," whispered Dahlia.
"Hey! Enough! Enough," yelled Harris as he arrived at the scene. "What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down!"
Amelia was still holding Dahlia's arm with all her strength. She was not letting her go near Stiles or Scott.
"Mr. McCall." Dahlia raised an eyebrow towards the werewolf. "You wanna explain yourself? Stilinski!"
"You dropped this," said Matt to Scott as he was holding the tablet. Harris was quicker to grab it, looking again at the group.
"You," he pointed at Jackson, "you," he pointed at Scott before thinking about it a few seconds. "Actually, all of you..." He pointed at the whole group, including Amelia and Dahlia. "Detention. Three o'clock."
