Right Beside You | Stiles Stilinski | Two

10 - Makeover Magic

"And then he just left me there, tied to a chair with a broken arrowhead. It took me two and a half hours to get out."

"Seriously? Can you file neglect for that? I mean, leaving you alone in the woods in the house that belongs to number one on the Argents' Most Wanted list?"

Allison laughed as she swung her gym locker open, peeling off her sweater and folding it neatly. "Well, he didn't leave me completely alone. There was another guy there to supervise, one of dad's hunting friends. Chase Blaket."

"Hm, sounds like a stand up guy. Nice strong name." She laughed again as I traded my black blazer and white camisole for a black tank top. I smirked. "What? Chase means hunter. It's an English name. Look it up."

She rolled her eyes, whacking me with her own tank top before pulling it over her head. I watched as she paused to pull her bracelets off, rubbing her wrists as if the ropes that had bound her were still there.

"But seriously, Ally, are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, no. I mean, it scared me, but I got out. I guess it's all part of my training."

"About that..."

I stepped out of my boots, keeping my eyes on the ground. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to go down the road I was standing on. It could easily take me a dozen places I didn't want to be. On the other hand, my options were pretty limited.

"I was wondering," I said slowly, "if you'd...well, I wanted to know whether or not you thought it might be a good idea to...you know...teach me a few things..."

"Teach you?"

"Yeah, you know, just...little stuff your dad's teaching you..."

Allison stopped, only half-changed into her gym clothes. "You want me to train you to be a hunter?"

"No," I said immediately, banishing Kate's face from my mind. "I just...I want to be prepared. Whether I'm a hunter or a werewolf or a human, I'm involved in this. We both are. There's always the risk that something's gonna happen to us."

"Scarlett," Allison said with a weak smile, "I don't think any of the werewolves in Beacon Hills are planning on tying people to chairs."

"Obviously your dad doesn't have a problem with it."

Her weak smile fell away.

"You don't seriously think my dad's gonna do something, do you? He said—"

"I know what he said," I offered lowly, "but your dad isn't the only hunter in town. If it's not your family, it could be other hunters, other werewolves. I just know that being involved is dangerous, and...I want to be ready."

Allison pursed her lips, mulling over the words. She finally stepped into her gym shorts and nodded.

"Okay. I can try, but fair warning, I'm not a really good teacher. And being tied up isn't fun."

"Okay, what conversation did I just walk into?"

Lydia promptly marched between us, sly smile on her face as she dropped her bag on the bench. Her perkiness snapped the tension out of the air, and Allison and I were grinning and giggling with ease once more.

"Not what it sounds like," Allison assured her, grabbing her sneakers.

"Exactly what it sounds like," I said with a smirk. "I was offering Allison romantic assistance."

"Oh my God, Allison, you're not seriously trying bondage with Scott?"

"W-what? No!" Allison squeaked in protest, hurriedly looking around the locker room and lowering her voice. "I—I'm not trying anything with Scott."