Stiles Stilinski x Reader. (Rewrite of the series: season 2)

Chapter 19*

(Third POV)

"Oh, you just scared the hell out of me!" Mark says, turning around to see Allison. "Sorry, I wa-I was just, um, I was—" Allison says, standing in front of the boy's locker room. "Nothing..." she then says.

"Ah, that's a-- Nice heels." Mark says, pointing to her shoes in her hands. "Oh! Yeah, uh, my feet were hurting, so I—" Allison says, putting them back on her feet. "Same reason I never wear mine." Mark jokingly interjects.

"What?" Allison asks confused. "Uh, forget it." Mark says awkwardly. "Hey, did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, they've got some big name spinning." Mark says, smiling. "Oh, you mean, like, a rave?" Allison asks.

"Oh, is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a party." Mark says. "But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you're down. Want me to get you one?" Mark asks again. "Yeah. Yeah, great." Allison says awkwardly. "Yeah? All right, cool. Um, it's Friday, so... Looking forward to it." Mark says, walking away from Allison.

(Stiles POV)

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Lydia says, trying to walk away from me. "Come on! Anyone who ever says, "I'm not supposed to tell anyone" is always dying to tell someone, so tell me!" I say. "Why do you wanna know?" she asks, turning around to face me.

"I can't tell you that..." I say awkwardly. "Then I'm not telling you." She says, wiping her hair from her face. "But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?" I ask, making her frown.

"Was that a question?" she asks confused. "...It felt like a question." I slowly say. "Well, tell me if this feels like an answer-- no." she says, trying to walk away again. "Wait..." I say, grabbing her arm and turning her around again.

"Have you seen y/n?" I then ask, making her whole demeaner change. "No...why? What's wrong?" she asks, looking worried. "nothing... I think..." I mumble, seeing her still looking at me. "So... about Jackson." I begin again, making her roll her eyes and walk away from me quickly.

(Third POV)

Allison walks into the locker room with determination, trying to drown the fear she is feeling. "...Jackson?" she yells. "In here." Jackson says, making Allison walk towards the sound. She turns the corner and sees Jackson under the shower naked, staring her way. She immediately ducks behind the wall again.

"Is something wrong?" he asks. "Y-you could've warned me..." Allison stammers awkwardly. "You're the one that walked into the boys' locker room." Jackson says coldly. "I thought I heard you-- I th-- Forget it." Allison says, stammering again.

"Did you wanna talk about something?" Jackson asks, walking out of the shower and stopping behind Allison. "We can talk later." She says, starting to walk away, but is stopped by Jackson's arm in front of her. "No, let's talk now." He says.

(Stiles POV)

"Lydia! Lydia, come on! Ly-! Wait!" I yell, running after Lydia. Suddenly I'm stopped and pushed against the wall. "Ow!" I say, looking over to the person who had just shoved me. "Ah, ah! Hey, Erica..." I say sighing.

"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" she asks, pushing me back with her claws on my shirt. "Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" I say, nudging my head at the ceiling, making her look at the camera and back away.