The Vampire of Beacon-Hills [ENGLISH VERSION]

S1 : Chapter Eight

ELENA'S POV :

Scott has been avoiding Allison for two days. Derek told him to avoid her for a while to get control of himself, which I find very stupid if you ask me. This time, they are placed one behind the other. He won't be able to run away from her for long.

The class starts and the coach asks Scott to summarize yesterday's reading, which he clearly hasn't done. He pushes him further and further and I can hear his heart rate speeding up.

"Thanks McCall. Well done. You have totally ruined the last glimmer of hope I had for your generation," he says indignantly. "You have just reduced everything to nothing. Congratulations at this rate, you might as well shoot yourself in the foot. You can look up the definition in the dictionary. Okay, for those who are following, let's start."

He calms down. I turn to him and see him holding Allison's hand. We really had a close call this time.

"It's Allison," I exclaim. "She's the one who helps you control yourself."

"Yes, that's what I was telling her," Stiles tells me.

"Okay, but what's that supposed to mean ?"

"Do you remember the night of the full moon," Stiles ask him. "You told me you thought about her, you were worried about her. And the night of the first lacrosse game you said you could hear her voice in your head."

"Exactly."

"That's how you resurfaced and scored the goal," I add. "And then in the locker room you didn't attack her."

"We weren't that lucky," Stiles reminds him.

"Basically, she revives your human side."

"But it doesn't happen like that every time. It's simple... every time I kiss her or touch her-"

"That has nothing to do with it," his best friend contradicted him. "When you're doing that, you're, hmm..."

I cut him. "You just want to fuck."

"Earlier in class, when she held your hand, it wasn't a hormonal issue."

"Your pulse went down right away," I confess. "She helped you calm down."

"How do you know that ?"

Oops.

"Remember, I told you about finding an anchor," I continued, ignoring his question. "Well, it's her. It's Allison."

"Yes, because I love her."

At least I managed to distract them. Wait, stop! Did he say he loved her?

"I said that," the little wolf asks us.

"It wasn't us anyway."

"I love her," he repeats.

"Great. You'll write your sonnets later if you don't mind, I remind you that we still have to work on your self-control story."