To Better The Shattered; Scott McCall [2] ✔

0.70 In Which There Is Always A Crossfire

If you'd have told Ellie Argent a year ago that she'd have to worry about her werewolf boyfriend running away with the potentially-werewolf newly-attractive girl he'd saved from a climbing wall, she would've said you were crazy.

Oh, what her reality had become.

Scott had always been the only guy she really looked at in Beacon Hills (Jackson definitely didn't count, that was for damn sure), and she'd always liked to believe that it was the same for him. Of course, the day of Scott's first full moon had been a rude awakening to the fact that he wasn't tied by some physical connection that allowed to him to only want her.

Lydia and Allison had said many times that the kisses had meant nothing, and Ellie had a running theory that everything romantic he'd done since they got back together was to prove that she was the only one.

So, she understood that Scott loved her, and she understood that he wanted to be with her even at the risk of maiming or death... but she was an insecure teenage girl, and she had always been a jealous person.

As the new school day began, Ellie was sitting through lessons in a daze. Having a date on a school night wasn't a good plan, considering how tired she was, and her battle with sleep almost earned her a detention in Econ. It was a good thing Finstock liked her, or she would be totally screwed; Victoria was just itching for a reason to keep her under house arrest – or send her to a boarding school.

Lydia hadn't showed that day, but Ellie wasn't surprised. The strawberry blonde hadn't done more than cry the entire drive back to her house from the ice rink, hands covering her face in misery. Silence enveloped them, discomfort itched at the back of Ellie's neck and the only contact between the two since the awkward drop off had been an 'are you okay?' text at seven am.

Her friend hadn't replied.

Walking with her cousin toward the lunch hall, Ellie quickly told her what she hadn't been able to the previous night. Allison was incredibly worried, like she'd expected, but both girls knew that it was unlikely for them to be able to understand what was really going on.

With all of the werewolf drama, their close friend was less of a danger (something that would most likely become a problem in the future).

"I just hope she's okay," Allison sighed. "With everything that happened with Peter and now Jackson accusing her of ruining his life, the next few months are going to be difficult for her."

Ellie nodded in agreement, hating how bad of friends they were being, but suddenly froze. Across the hall, Scott was backed against the lockers, a provocatively dressed Erica smirking in from inches away from his face.

They both turned in her direction, and she hastily looked at her cousin, who pulled her away. With one glance over her shoulder, she saw Scott shove the blonde girl away.

Yeah, maybe not so jealous anymore.

;

Ellie wasn't one to listen to her family's intimidation tactics, and, through sheer stubbornness, decided that she could sit with whoever the hell she wanted at lunch times. Being threatened into staying away from the boy of her dreams just because of his canine tendencies didn't sit well with her – which is why she found herself sliding into the seat opposite Stiles, who was staring intensely at the empty table behind her.

"Uh, are you okay?" she asked hesitantly. Obviously, he hadn't noticed her, as he literally jumped and fell off of his chair.

He made a yelping noise not unlike the sound of a dying cat, and stared at her with owlish eyes. "Jesus, don't – don't sneak up on people like that! What's wrong with you?!"