The Wild Side | Stiles Stilinski | One

10 - Chaperoning

The high from winning the first lacrosse game lasted all throughout the next week; so did Allison's excitement about her first kiss with Scott. She'd given me a full report on what had happened inside the locker room: Allison's horror flick moment in the dark, Scott's apology for his weird-ass behavior, her encouragement, and their extremely enjoyable kisses. Then, of course, Stiles had walked in and made everything a little awkward, but not enough to put a damper on Allison's mood. It had been a week, and she still hadn't stopped talking about it.

Allison and I talked about Scott when she came over to Lydia's house to study for chemistry. We talked about Scott to distract ourselves before we took the test. We talked about Scott when we went out to celebrate passing the test. And of course, we talked about Scott all the other times in between. The only time we weren't talking about Scott was when we were with Scott, and then, it was only because Scott and Allison were too busy staring at each other to talk to anyone else.

I was caught between playful amusement and pulling my hair out of my scalp in chunks. I didn't blame either of them, and I was happy they were so content, but it was beginning to get a little grating. And Allison was trying, at least for my benefit, but even when she intentionally started conversations about non-Scott topics, her mind always seemed to wander back to the same thing.

All in all, I was looking forward to a quiet weekend in. It was Saturday, and I fully intended on spending the entire day with my mom. Lydia and Natalie were both out on their own errands, which gave us full reign of the living room. We were going to watch movies and eat raw cookie dough until we felt sick.

At least, that had been the plan. Right up until I received a string of frantic texts from Allison.

"Hey Scarlett! What's up?"

"Hey, do you have plans today?"

"I kind of need to talk to you about something."

"When you get the chance. Please?"

"Could you come over?"

"Emergency."

I frowned, my brain already cycling through all the terrible possibilities, but sent back a simple reply.

"I was supposed to hang out with my mom, but I guess I can stop by. Is everything okay?"

I tucked the phone back in my pocket and knocked on the door to my mother's office before poking my head inside. It was a small cramped room on the first floor, made more cramped by the massive amount of paper that always seemed to be lying around, but its corner position meant that it had two huge windows that always let in the afternoon sun.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Hm?" She looked up from the middle of the mess, one hand on her laptop while the other fiddled with her reading glasses. "I swear, I'm almost finished with this report, honey. Give me twenty minutes...thirty minutes."

"It's fine," I assured her. "Actually, do you mind if I swing by Allison's for a bit? She just sent me a bunch of texts saying she needs to talk to me."

"Uh oh. Is everything okay?"

"I don't know. I mean, I guess. If it was really important, she probably would've called, but I figure I should still go. If you don't mind...?"

"No, no, that's fine. But I need the car for therapy later, so I'm gonna have to drop you off."

"Deal. Thank you!"

"You're welcome, but," she added, just before I could close the door, "don't think this lets you off the hook for movie night!"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Mom."