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REBELLION
CHAPTER TWO:
"The Argent Who Won't Hunt."
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DO YOU EVER realize the place that you're living just isn't for you? Like you just look around and feel so out of place that it unsettles you? That's mainly how Annabeth felt after her first day at Beacon Hills High, she just happened to realize how boring and normal all the boys and girls there were, the only interesting people she met that day were the two boys who she talked to in the hallway.

Stiles and Scott she believed their names were, there was just something about the two boys, she could tell they were different than everyone else in town.

It was a gut feeling, and her gut was usually right. Well, that is unless she was getting herself into trouble.

But that's besides the point.

She was currently spray painting her room with a mask on, she had already spent the day painting it red and now she was putting her own special touch on the dry painted wall. As she was drawing yet another symbol she heard a knock on her door, she immediately knew it was Allison because they had a secret knock for eachother.

It was to the chorus of I Write Sins Not Tragedies, one of her favorite songs, and plus... it was about closing a door so.

It kind of made sense to them.

"Come in, grab a mask though!" She said as she continued drawing her art on the walls.

"Jesus, we just moved here and you're already spray painting?" Allison questioned as she pulled the mask over her face, "What if we don't stay here long?"

Annabeth shrugged carelessly, "Sounds like the next owner's problem, not mine."

Allison snorts, "Of course." Then she runs a hand threw her damp hair.

Annabeth glanced at her, "Why are you all wet?"

"Oh, um. I was driving and I hit a dog, so I had to take the poor thing to the animal clinic." She walks closer and stands beside the small brunette, "And the strangest thing happened."

"Yeah? What's that?" She shakes the can of spray and continued drawing on the wall infront of her.

"Apparently that guy Scott from school, he worked there and he helped me make sure the dog was okay." Allison said bashfully making the shorter brunette turn to her, "He even gave me his shirt since mine was soaking wet."

Annabeth snorts, "My, my, what a gentleman."

Allison rolls her eyes, "I'm sorry that your idea of a gentleman is someone delivering you pizza and whatever else you wanna eat at the asscrack of dawn."

Annabeth snickers, "Girl's gotta eat, if I find a poor sap who will give me what I want without question then so what? Atleast he gets paid for the food that he bought me."

Or she.

"Oh, how charitable of you." Allison responded. "Anyway, he uh, he asked me to go to a party with him on Friday night." 

She pauses in her spraying a grin placing itself on her lips, "A party you say?"

Allison rolls her eyes, "Yes, a party. You can come if you want to, Lydia and Jackson invited us before you left to go talk to Scott and his friend."

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