↳𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 is forced to move to Beacon Hills, after things look up for her brother Jordan. She is terrified of the thing that keeps growing inside of her, whilst she cluelessly watches. She seeks for help from a little pack, yet someone i...
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I skipped down the stairs and opened the door to the fridge to grab some breakfast, once I closed it I noticed a message written on the mini whiteboard we had, attached to the fridge.
"I'm sorry." It read. Thank god it was nothing serious. "Sorry for being an immature, impertinent shithead last night, I know you're just trying to protect me, thank you." I wrote on the board. And I knew he was.
He's my brother, of course he wants what's best for me, and I want what's best for him too. It's what we do as siblings, I try to help him when I can, when he actually does need my help and he protects me from myself.
Stiles honked his car horn outside of my house, and I abruptly left the house, making sure to lock the door.
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Lydia and I let ourselves into Allison's room after our shopping spree, bags filled with a plethora of dresses of different styles, patterns, and colors.
"How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?" Allison asked, evidently astonished. Lydia just shrugged it off casually. "It's my birthday party. I'm thinking host dress..." She said pulling out an array of dresses. "...Evening dress...After-hours casual."
"I notice that you didn't send out any invites." Allison pointed out. Lydia's glare turned into ice. "It's the biggest party of the year, Allison. Everyone knows."
"Maybe this year, things might be different...With Jackson." Allison breathed. Lydia's glare turned from ice to fire, instantly intensifying the atmosphere.
"Why do you care about Jackson?" She glared. Allison tried changing the subject, and asked me what dress I picked out. "Oh...uh, yeah. Nothing just this really cute one." I hastily took it out of the bag and showed her my choice.
"Hi girls." Mrs. Argent smiled. That bitch almost killed Scott. "Hey Mrs. Argent." I faked."Allison, can I speak to you for a moment? Just the two of us?" I wonder what they need to talk about. What if she was going to confess to almost murdering her boyfriend?
"Can we do it later?" She suggested. "Actually, to be honest, s-sooner would be...Better." She stammered, gradually reaching for her shoulder. Did Scott bite her? He would never, and besides, his bite can't turn her.
"Party's at 10." Lydia clarified, Allison and her mother arranged a time and Mrs. Argent left us to Lydia's fashion show.
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I was just in my living room, watching some crappy TV show when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Isaac there. How does he know where I live?
"Hey gorgeous." He smirked. I rolled my eyes at his annoying antics. "Hi Isaac." I uttered in an unamused tone.
"Can I come in?" He asked. "You can come in, when you tell me how the hell you got my address." I inquired.
