{Latin ^ meaning Dinner?} Friday, January 28th 2011 {Day 20}
{Words: 524} A/U: Probably the shortest chapter you'll read.
Scott skids his bike to a halt at the Argent residence, kicking up a cloud of dust. Allison steps out of her car, perplexed, as she pulls into the driveway. He gasps for air, clearly having pedaled hard to catch up.
Allison shakes her head, puzzled. "How did you...? You arrived at the same time as I did."
Scott stifles a nervous giggle and replies, "Uh... I took a shortcut. A very short... shortcut."
Allison furrows her brows, sensing something off about his behavior. "You've been acting strange today. What's going on?"
Scott nods and admits, "I know. I think I'm just worried about my classes. I'm not doing well this year."
Allison corrects him with a smile and a shake of her head. "Not doing as well," she says.
Scott scratches the back of his head and nods. "Exactly."
Trying to redirect the conversation, Allison suggests, "Maybe we should start with English." She unlocks the front door, motioning for Scott to enter. He hesitates for a moment before cautiously following her inside. After a few minutes, they find themselves in Allison's bedroom.
As Scott takes in the sparse and unpacked room, Allison gestures toward the boxes. "I'm still unpacking," she explains.
Scott raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Hasn't it been almost a month since you moved here?"
Allison smiles and responds, "I'm taking my time." Scott sits on the bed, feeling nervous, and begins pulling out study sheets from his bag.
"I know you wanted to start with History, so I brought the study sheets from..." Scott's words trail off as he notices Allison standing over him.
Allison smiles and interrupts, "Let's start with something else." Scott smiles back and nods. As she leans in to kiss him, her hands slowly make their way toward his neck. The kiss starts off gently, but Scott pulls her in closer, intensifying the moment.
As the passion builds, Scott's nails inadvertently transform into claws. Realizing what he's done, he abruptly pulls away, alarmed.
Allison sighs and asks, "What's wrong?" Scott clenches his hands into fists, burying them in the bed sheets to conceal his transformation.
Scott shakes his head and assures her, "Nothing. I just don't want you to feel obligated to do something you don't want to do."
Allison nods, seemingly understanding. "I won't do anything I don't want to do. Are you?"
Scott shakes his head vigorously. "No, of course not," he responds. Just then, Scott's phone starts ringing, causing Allison to smirk as she leans in for another kiss. Scott remains motionless, his hands tightly clenched.
Allison glances at his phone and asks, "Aren't you going to answer it?"
Scott sighs and shakes his head. "It's probably just Stiles or my brother," he says dismissively, but the phone continues to ring persistently.
Eventually, Allison reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the phone, ignoring Scott's attempt to stop her. As he instinctively lifts his hand to intervene, he lets out a scream, "Wait!" But his fingers have returned to their normal state.
Allison hands him the phone, and Scott breathes a sigh of relief. The screen displays a text message from Stiles: "Did you do it yet?"
