A Hunter's Game ⚓ Stiles Stilinski

The Makeup

I hate being in an argument with my sister, it makes life so much harder in ways unimaginable. Whenever I have a class with her, she ignores me-and if she can't, she at least sits as far away as she can.

 Oh, and do you want to know what made things worse? In every class so far, I've been the center of attention and apparently being the new girl is the talk of the school. Luckily I didn't have to introduce myself at lunch, or else I would have lost it and walked out, skipping the rest of my first day.

My shoulder's slumped as I thought about her, how I apologized over and over again in class  and how she sounded when I ended the call this morning. 

"Stella." A voice called out as I whipped my head around to see Allison standing in front of me, a familiar look on her face that made me shiver. The same one my dad wore when he tried to kill me. "Allison?" I whispered, silently asking if I can go on the rant I was never able to finish. She nodded at me, before setting her bag down on the bench and sitting across from me, her posture almost perfect as she faced me. 

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm so, truly sorry." I began, my hands crossing on the table as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You know what? I'm sorry-so sorry for running away from dad, you know. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry I didn't stay and get myself killed. Oh, and I'm sorry I told you the truth-You can't get mad at me for something like this!" I whisper-yelled as I leaned over the table, her face faltering as she realized how the situation was.

 "I get it, Allison. I'd be pissed if I knew you were injured and didn't want me to know you snuck into the house, but I couldn't cause a commotion." I explained, my gaze hardening as she placed her elbows on the table and rested her head on her hands. 

"You do know dad stopped by the room last night after Scott left, right?" I asked her, making her shake her head in response. I had unintentionally stayed in the yard a bit, mainly because I had tripped out on the way to the parking lot and I looked up to see my light turning on, his face appearing in the window as I slid into the bushes to hide.

"Yeah. He knew Scott went in there." I told her, my lips forming a line as she shuffled in her seat lightly, her eyes widening. I took a deep breath and internally debated on telling her about the morning incident. 

"Could wolfsbane be turned into liquid?" I asked her as I looked through my purse, looking through it for some type of food-I never get food from school. I always feel like some psychotic lunch lady slipped something into our foods and you would never know till boom-you're tied up in a metal chair in the middle of school at night. It's never happened, but as they say, anything is possible. 

Whispering a quick 'yes' as I found a small bag of skittles, her gaze was questioning as she stared at me. "Is something wrong? Do you-" she was cut off by the sound of sneakers squeaking against the tile, making me turn my head around to see Stiles flailing his arms before placing them on his hips and talking. "H-Hey, Stella. Do you mind if we-uh I steal you for a moment?" He stuttered out the question, a look of hope glinting off of his eyes as I looked over at Allison for her permission. She nodded her head at me with a small smirk, before actually answering my previous question. "Yeah, I think it can."

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"So why have you disturbed my lunch?" I asked the pale boy, a disapproving look covering my face as he glanced at me. "Oh, you mean your skittles?" He shot back as we raced through the hall, myself stopping as we reached the front entrance. 

"Where are we going? I have Mr. Harris next, and I don't want to make a bad impression." I explained to him with my hands shooting up in the air, my nervousness setting in. It's only my first day and I'm skipping class. 

"Too late." I heard  a voice call from behind me, and I slowly turned around to see a tall man in a brown coat with glasses, a stern look on his face with his arms crossed across his chest as he leaned to the side. Stiles and I stared at the man wide eyed, my lips parted in disbelief as Stiles tried to come up with an excuse. 

"Hey, Mr. Harris, what are you, uh, what are you doing here?" He asked him, and he gave him a disapproving look before standing up straight. "I could say the same to you, except I don't really care." Is this really him? A snarky man who seems stuck up? Call me crazy, but I don't like him already. "Makes sense. I was just taking her home. She wasn't feeling well today, so..." He stated, wrapping his arm around my shoulder slowly and awkwardly as a way to emphasize his care. The man in front of us glared hatefully before turning around, the smirk already easily heard in his voice.

 "I'll see you both after school."