HIM - D.H

Chapter Fourteen

*Third Person POV*

As the bell rang signalling the beginning of class, students start hurrying into Coach Finstock's economics class, to avoid scolding and reprimanding by the Coach. As student's found their seats, Coach Finstock glares up at them whilst dropping a handful of antacids into his mouth and crushing them with his teeth.

"Sit down." Coach instructed. "Sit, sit, sit. Lots to cover," He informed the students.

Scott and Stiles take their seats as the classroom begins to fill up. As Scott, takes his seat, he glances at Allison who is the last to enter the class and immediately locks her eyes on the empty seat behind Scott.

When Scott realises her intent, he turns to Stiles with panic in his eyes.

"No, Stiles, take the seat behind me," Scott ushered towards Stiles. "Stiles –" He was cut off by Allison rushing to take the empty seat behind Scott, leaving Stiles to give Scott an apologetic look before taking a seat in the row adjacent to them.

"Hey, I haven't seen you all day," Allison whispered to Scott, as she settled in her seat.

Without glancing behind him, Scott leaned back a little, saddened by Allison's words, "Oh, sorry? I've been super busy."

"When are you getting a new phone? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you," Allison questioned, becoming concerned about where her relationship with Scott stood.

Scott shut his eyes as her words continued to cut knives into Scott's gut, "Soon. Really soon."

As the class began to settle, Allison continued trying to conversate with Scott, despite his guilt and conflict simmering in his stomach.

"I switched lab partners by the way," Allison whispered.

Scott furrowed his brows, "To who?"

Allison made a face, "To you, dummy," She chuckled.

"Me?" Scott questioned. "Why me? I mean – are you sure?" He questioned her.

Allison smiled, "Yeah," She uttered, "This way, I get an excuse to bring you home to study."

The thought of going back to Argent's house sent Scott's stomach twisting.

"Oh," Scott muttered, keeping his eyes forward.

Allison looks at Scott, taking his reaction as disappointment.

"You don't mind, do you?" She questioned.

Scott shrugged, "I just don't want to bring your grade down."

"Maybe I can bring your grade up," Allison stated. "Come to my place tonight. 8:30?" She suggested.

"Tonight?" Scott repeated.

"8:30," Allision confirmed.

Coach Finstock gripped a large leather book and slammed the book in his desk like a judge's gavel to grab the class's attention.

"All right, settle down," Coach began, "Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading," Coach called.

In his peripheral, a student named Greenberg lifted his hand to Coach's statement, and with one look from Finstock, he was shut down immediately.

"Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading." Coach chastised, despising Greenberg, before his attention fell onto Scott, "How about... McCall?"

This caught Scott's attention.

"Huh?" Scott uttered.

"The reading, McCall," Coach repeated.