"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭...𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞."
"𝐡𝐨𝐰?"
"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞."
a story in which scott was never the love allison was looking for.
stiles was.
Yesterday had passed in a blur. Lydia and I had planned to meet in the courtyard before school, but she didn't show up. None of the group did.
I was alone the entire day. My legs moved sluggishly from classroom to classroom. It didn't feel right. Them not being here. It felt so..empty. And for them to all just disappear and not even tell me, it sucked. I felt so deflated.
Many teachers had asked me where they were. I got tired of hearing my own response. "I don't know. Sick, maybe." It was a dumb excuse, but it was the only one I could come up with.
I trudged home after school had ended, alone with my thoughts. The wind blew a chill in the air and my goosebumps rose upon my arms. I didn't bring a jacket.
There was a saying. I think it was 'secrets keep up close.' But if we were so close, why did it feel like I was on the rim of the earth while they stood in the center? So close yet so far.
One step forward and three steps back.
I swung my front door open and threw my bag on the floor next to the shoes. I could hear my dad on the phone, so I shut the door as quietly as possibly and stepped around the corner to listen to his conversation.
It was probably just a boring work call, but I liked to listen to him speak to his clients. Dad was a personal weapons trainer. He taught people, of all ages, how to use a gun, bow, knife. You name it, he's got it.
I peered over the side of the wall that separated us.
"...no, don't get him yet. I need him ready. We're not going to kill him." My eyes widened. Kill him? Who is him? "I need him alive. You know our new code. It's Victoria's." A pang hit my heart hearing my mother's name. She passed in late October of last year. Dad said it was a car accident. It happened while they were on a trip. "Nous protégèons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes."
We protect those who cannot protect themselves.
"He has done nothing wrong. He hasn't laid a finger on anyone who didn't deserve it. We will spare him." I heard my dad heave a frustrated sigh. "Scott McCall is my ally. You will not harm anyone he cares for. Yes, that includes the sarcastic one."
My jaw drops to the ground and I swear my heart stopped beating. Ally? Spare him? Harming people? Holy shit...
My dad is an assassin and Scott McCall is his accomplice.
He started mumbling on about other things, and I quickly escaped to my room. Was I safe around my new "friends?" Was I even safe in my own home? I needed answers, and asking my dad was a lost cause.
I knew what needed to be done.
Lydia may not be going to the lacrosse game at Devenford tomorrow, but I am. And I'm going to follow the bus the whole way there.
No one is leaving with secrets.
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okay big filler chapter. i feel like this book is rushing things but at the same time I'm ready for spice
anyways allison thinks they're all assassins..embarrassing for her
ALSO PLS GO LISTEN TO THE SONG ABOVE!! ITS CALLED DROWNING BY EDEN AND ITS SO BEAUTIFUL!!
