Not An Argent : Ariana || S.S

Hunter

ARIA'S POINT OF VIEW

"I'm not an Argent." I finally managed to get out of my mouth before rushing out of Scott's house.
I couldn't help it, I felt anger boil through my blood and veins. I was raging, completely raging. 'I'm not an Argent.' I kept whispering to myself.
I hated Chris, Allison and every other member of this family.
Why?

They're hunters.
They hunt werewolves, to me, werewolves are beautiful creatures which i want to protect with my life. Werewolves could be the key to our survival guide.
To them, they're just supernatural wolves ripping apart bodies and ruining Beacon Hills' history. Their history.
I don't understand how Allison changed her point of view so quickly.. She became a hunter herself. She became what i feared whole this time. I regret every single moment not telling her what her aunt did to the Hale family.

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After Stiles had called be me about five..-six times, i picked up the phone to answer.
"What?" I said lazily, as if i was sleepy as hell. Which i was, since it-already was 1 Am and Stiles wanted to talk to me so badly, i suppose. "..I wanted to know if you're okay." i heard him say softly on the other line.
"Stiles..,-" I got cut off by Stiles himself answering, "Yeah?"
"Could i head over to your place?" I asked the kindest stupid kid i was talking to. "I-I guess.., i mean-my dad won't be home soon..So-" He started rambling awkwardly cute, now i cut him off. "I'll be there in about ten minutes." With that i hung up, quickly changing from my sweatpants and messy bun into high waisted shorts with a white crop top and varsity jacket with smooth curls in my hair. In about five minutes i already was heading over to Stiles'.

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STILES' POINT OF VIEW

I was getting ready for Aria to come by. Meaning, i had to look at least slightly good. I only had time to change my shirt after cleaning my room as fast as i could since Aria already was climbing into my room through the window. I smirked and sat down on my bed.

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"How long-" I couldn't even finish my sentence and she already had answered, "Half a week.."
"That sucks.., I guess."
Good job cheering her up, Stiles.
Way to go.
Instead of a remark hitting me, a beautiful light-brown haired clenched onto me. After i realized the situation, i quickly hugged her back.
And in that exact moment i thought about the text. "I love you..." I said out loud, slowly and softly with slightly raised brows. Not long later we grew out from the hug and interacted with our lips. Simply said;-We were beginning to make out. I wasn't even sure if i was doing this right, but she didn't seem to bother..., oh well. At least i kissed her, i mean-that's a good thing, right? Right?