born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter three] I fucking love you

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Aires pov...

"I swear to god, you need to get done for attempted murder." Stiles overdramtically groaned whilst rubbing at his head.

"Your such a fucking bitch baby."

"You made it worse."

With a roll of my eyes I forced a scowl, we needed to make them believe nothing was wrong. "Fuck off."

"My head didn't hurt this much until you put freaking acid on it."

"I was cleaning the cut." I snapped.

"You were trying to burn my skin off-"

"You two done bickering?" Isaac interrupted, amusement in his eyes.

They were all buying it.

"I don't know, is Stiles done being a bitch baby yet?"

"Love." Blake hummed in my ear, bringing a huff from my lips.

They were taking the bait, just like I needed them to. I couldn't let them think anything was wrong, that there was a much bigger problem. Blake already knew too much, Stiles was involved- I couldn't tangle anyone else up in the mess, not if I was going to pull it all off.

I was going to kill Gerard Argent.

"What are we going to do?" I huffed out whilst crossing my arms over my chest.

"I don't know." Chris whispered. "But come on, follow me, let's get you settled in."

I nodded my head, pretended as if I was going along with the bullshit they were spewing. I wasn't 'settling in', I wasn't staying- I was leaving.

And I was getting my revenge.

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Aires pov...

"Want to explain who 'Gerard fucking Argent' is?" Blake asked the second the door closed behind us.

"A ghost."

I didn't feel like reliving the trauma that was my life story, but it was only fair to Blake for him to know. He knew most of my life, but anything The Society or Argent related was a bad topic. He knew the basics, but he didn't know anything well enough- he was in the dark.

"He's an Argent, so he's related to Chris?"

I nodded my head. "Gerard is Chris' dad."

Blake narrowed his eyes on me. "Explain." He blew out in a low mutter.

"He hates my family. My whole life it's always been the Hales versus the Argents. They killed my family, my family killed some of theirs. My birth mother was best friends with an Argent, my birth mother fell in love with a Hale."

"And it sparked a war." He commented, earning a nod, he was catching on quickly, the sooner I told him it all the better.

"Pretty much. It's always been us against them, until three years ago. I became friends with an Argent. It complicated a lot of things."

"Friends?"

The way the word echoed off his lips made a dull ache ricochet through my veins. "Yes." I forced out.

I barely mentioned Allison to him, I barely mentioned her to anyone. I wanted her to live on forever, but I still couldn't speak about her without it ripping me in half. It got better, the dull ache lifted- and then it all went to hell again.