Afterlife ↠ Argent [1]

11. Screaming Thoughts

"Here you go," Stiles says while slapping a twenty dollar bill onto the table. I raise an eyebrow as the kid across from him does as well, staring at the money as if it was play money.

"That's not the amount we agreed on," he says, his voice monotone. I scoff slightly before I glance over at Allison, who was watching me closely. I was told to watch Stiles and to make sure he didn't goof up the negotiation; but I wasn't sure what Allison wanted me to do if he did screw it up, and it wasn't going very good so far.

Stiles leans across the table, resting his chin on his hand. "Are you sure? I thought we agreed on twenty."

The kid looks unamused. "We agreed on fifty."

Stiles raises both eyebrows. "Really? Because I remember f-fourty."

Stiles reaches into his pocket before laying another twenty dollar bill down on the table, causing me to slap my forehead. This kid is literally asking for him to beat him up.

The boy stares at Stiles. "Fifty."

"Are you sure, because I remember the distinct f sound in fourty," Stiles says, his voice wavering.

The boy leans across the table. "It won't be the only word I say with the f sound if you don't-"

"Alright!" Stiles says while slapping a ten onto the table. The boy finally smiles before snatching the money, reaching out and handing Stiles a set of keys. Stiles grins before taking the keys, thanking the boy before getting up and walking back over to Scott and Allison. I do so as well as Allison nods towards me, thanking me silently for watching.

"Got them," Stiles says while sitting down next to Scott.

Scott raises an eyebrow. "What are you planning to do with them exactly?"

Stiles' mouth falls open. "Scott, we talked about this. We're going to the skating rink to ice skate-"

"I know that," he says, rolling his eyes. "I meant, who are you planning on taking?"

Stiles shrugs. "I was just planning on asking Lydia. I don't know about you bro."

Scott thinks for a moment before he slowly looks up at Allison, who was digging into a salad drenched in ranch. She doesn't see his glances before she looks up, chewing on a piece of lettuce.

"What?" she says, her mouth full. I laugh as she glances up at me, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Want to come ice skating tonight?" Stiles says, asking again before Scott had the chance.

Allison nods, smiling. "Yeah, sure! What time?"

Stiles thinks for a moment. "Around ten maybe."

Allison seems surprised by the time for a moment before she nods her head. She starts to take another bite of her salad as Stiles goes to stab at his spaghetti, but stops mid bite. I furrow my eyebrows as Scott and him drop their forks, staring at something behind Allison and I. That was when I turned around and knew what they were staring at.

Walking into the cafeteria was a completely new Erica. The Erica I had known or seen a couple of hours ago disappeared without a trace. This new Erica looked confident, flawless, and the thing I hated to admit, sexy.

She smiles as she walks into the room, her high black heals clicking as she walked. Her hair was now in loose curls and she even had make-up on her face. My eyes somehow trailed to her chest before Allison casually elbows me in the stomach, causing me to double over while groaning.

"What was that for?" I yell, staring at Allison.

She whispers sternly. "You know what that was for."