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Madison Stilinki, a high school student with anger issues, attends Beacon School High - her friendship group consisting of her twin brother, Stiles Stilinski, and her best friend...
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"Did you apologise to Allison?" My brother asks Scott who looks miserable, his back pressed against the rails in the boys changing room as the lacrosse team get ready for practice.
For a while now, I've found myself sneaking into the boys changing rooms (even though I have received a lot of comments from the boys which I'd rather not get into) for two precise reasons: The first being, the only people I literally hang out with are the two boys I'm stood besides, and both just happen to be on the lacrosse team. If I'm not here, I actually had no idea where else I'd be. The second is, and I can confidently admit, some of the boys on the lacrosse team are pretty hot. No questions needed.
"Yeah." Scott deadpans, still looking as miserable as ever. I wasn't that mad he looked miserable talking about her. Maybe that means something went wrong between them.
"Is she giving you a second chance or-" My brother continued to question him.
"Yeah." Scott repeated, no change in body language.
"Oh," I sat, a little disappointed. Stiles then looks at me strangely. "I mean...that's...great?"
"No." Scott replies.
"No?" I respond, hopeful.
"Remember - the hunters. Her dad is one of them." Scott states, still glued to his locker.
My eyebrows furrow. So the girl Scott is sadly falling for's father is a werewolf hunter. And Scott just turned into one. Those scary werewolf hunters kind of just got about 20 times more scarier.
"Her dad?" Stiles coughs out, in as much surprise as me.
"Shot me-" Scott begins.
"Allison's father?" Stiles reiterates, trying to comprehend what Scott's just said.
"With a crossbow-"
"Allison's father-" Stiles repeated.
I roll my eyes at Stiles' repetition which is definitely going to piss Scott off. My brother does have that effect on people, including me many times, especially since I've lived with him for 16 years - 17 if you include womb time.
"Yes her father! Oh my god!" Scott screamed in annoyance, rising up to face us, one hand on his forehead.
"Okay, well did he recognise you?" I suggest, stepping forward in his direction, a little.
"No, I don't think so." Scott replies, calmly.
"Do you think she know's about...him?" I ask, trying my hardest to make it a little subtle, in case anyone hears.
"I don't know, what if she does? This is gonna kill me." Scott practically cries, panicking and putting his head in his hands. I mean surely this was perfect for me, right? He just needed to stop talking to Allison and it would solve both of our problems - perfection.
