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Scott McCall flinched at the sudden sound of his gym bag being kicked. The sound jolted him from the fog of his thoughts, but only briefly. His frown returned almost instantly like a cloud settling back over his face. He hadn't even noticed how long he'd been standing there, lost in his own mind until he saw his sister's shadow looming over him.
Octavia stood with her arms crossed, her gaze sharp and unwavering, her annoyance practically radiating off her.
"Did you apologize to Allison yet?" she asked, her tone edged with frustration. Her new friend not only had feelings for her brother but said brother just had to get bitten by a freaking werewolf.
Scott barely nodded, his voice a distant echo of itself. "Yeah."
Stiles, who Scott hadn't registered was there, glanced between the two of them, sensing the tension. He knew Scott's one-word answer wouldn't satisfy Octavia. Hell, it didn't even satisfy him.
"And... is she going to forgive you, or...?" Stiles trailed off, hoping to draw more out of his friend.
Another weak nod. "Yeah."
"Yeah?" Stiles asked again, a hopeful grin forming on his face. "So everything's good?"
But Scott shook his head. "No."
The single word hung in the air. Octavia's jaw tightened, her brows knitting together."No?" she echoed, her voice sharp with disbelief. "What do you mean no?"
Scott still hadn't looked at either of them. "Remember... the hunters? Her dad is one of them."
There was a beat of silence, the air around them growing heavier. "Her dad—" Octavia began, but Scott cut her off.
"—Shot me."
"Allison's father?"
"—With a crossbow."
"Allison's father—" Stiles tried to make sense of it, but Scott's words kept rushing out.
"Yes, her father!" Scott snapped, his panic bubbling over as the reality of everything came crashing down again. "Oh my God..."
Stiles was at his side instantly, his gloved hands patting Scott's face. "No, Scott." He patted Scott's cheeks in hopes of gaining his attention. "Snap back."
Scott's breath came in shallow bursts, but he forced himself to meet Stiles' eyes. He nodded shakily, though the fear still lingered beneath the surface.
"Did he recognize you?" Octavia asked.
Scott swallowed hard, his mind flashing back to the piercing gaze of Allison's father. The cold, detached precision of a hunter. "No. No, I don't think so."
"Good," Octavia replied, though her voice lacked comfort. Stiles nodded beside her, both of them sharing a look of relief. "That's good."
But then Stiles asked the question that turned Scott's stomach into knots all over again. "Does she know about him?"
