Hope Aflame (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter 3

Lydia, Allison and Alannah are in Allison's room helping her plan an outfit to wear to the bowling group date.

 "Mmm, pass. Pass. Let me see. Pass. Pass. Uh, pass on all of it. Allison, respect for your taste is, uh dwindling by the second." Lydia states as she looks through her wardrobe.

 "I hate to say it but Lyds is right. We are taking you on a shopping spree this weekend so you can replace all of these clothes." Alannah says as she picks up an awful red lace top. 

Chris Argent walks into the room without knocking on the door. 

"Dad, hello?" Allison questions. 

Chris realizes his mistake and goes "Right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot to knock." 

"Hi, Mr. Argent." Lydia greets flirtatiously.

 Alannah rolls her eyes at this exchange. 

"Dad you need something?" Allison questions getting annoyed with his presence.

 "I wanted to tell you that you'll be staying in tonight." he explains. 

"What? I'm going out with my friends tonight." she sighs in frustration. 

"Not when some animal out there is attacking people." Mr. Argent states simply. 

"Dad, dad, I'm--uh." Allison starts but Mr. Argent interrupts "It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past nine-thirty p.n. No more arguing." he claims with authority. 

As soon as he exits the room Lydia smirks at Allison, "Someone's daddy's little girl." 

"Sometimes. But not tonight." Allison says placing her purple beanie on her head and jumping out the window. 

"What are you doing?" Alannah asks, clearly confused.

 "Eight years of gymnastics. Are you coming?" 

"We'll take the stairs." Alannah assures her as Lydia and her exit the room so that they could all go to the bowling alley.

The bowling date starts out fun but as the night goes on Alannah begins to get annoyed by everything Noah is doing. 

For instance he keeps making fun of Scott with Jackson for his lack of ability to bowl. 

"Stop it Noah, it's not funny." she warns him. 

"Babe, come on. The dude sucks." he replies. 

"You are being an ass right now. And besides this is supposed to be a date so why don't you focus your energy on me. Your girlfriend." she states. 

"You are totally killing the vibe right now. Why do you even care so much about what I do or don't do to that little dwebe?" Noah questions.

 "Noah just stop." she sighs tired of arguing. 

"I will do whatever I fucking want. Just like I do with you." he argues back. 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean." Alannah scuffs.

 "Look, I'm sorry. Let's go back in." Noah says grabbing onto her wrist in an attempt to make her forget everything he just said. 

"No. I'm going home. Call me when you're done being an asshole." she exclaims leaving Noah standing outside the bowling alley, Alannah holds herself tight as she walks home due to the chilly September night.

 She can't believe Noah would act that way especially to her.

 Well, she could but it had been awhile since they had gotten into an argument.