Teen Wolf Imagines.

she's not your type./ allison argent

You leaned against the counter top in the kitchen of Allison's apartment, listening intently to Scott as he formulated a plan. Allison stood next to you, running her thumb over the back of your hand as she tried to focus on what Scott was saying about the alphas. It was a little hard for her though, because she couldn't stop focusing on you.
Ever since that night at Lydia's New Years Eve party, Allison had completely fallen for you. You had walked right up to her and kissed her as the ball dropped, thanks to a bet from your cousin Stiles. No relationship had ever just sprang up on her like that, but she was glad this one did.
It was several months and half a school year after that night, and Allison had fallen even more in love with you than she had ever thought possible. Now you were facing the start of junior year together, and not only were you struggling with homework and responsibility, but also a new pack moving through Beacon Hills.
That's what you and the rest of your friends were gathered in Allison's apartment for, to figure out how to beat the alphas. But seeing as how one of them was faster and stronger than all of you combined, that seemed to be impossible.
"We need to get one of them alone," Isaac suggested from the couch. "I know they're all alphas, but they're not as strong by themselves."
"True," Scott said thoughtfully. "But how are we going to catch one of them? And who would it be?"
"The twins would probably be the easiest," Stiles told him. "Seperately, though. We don't want them trying to form superwolf and kill us all."
"I'm pretty sure they could kill us all separately too," Isaac remarked.
"Wow, thanks Isaac," Stiles told him. "Helpful as always."
"Stilinski," Isaac said. "Shut up before I-"
"So a trap then," Allison interrupted, her eyes flicking from Isaac to Stiles. "We can lure one of them to a secluded area and I can probably knock him out with one of my dad's tasers."
"Please have it be Aiden," Stiles begged.
"Stiles," Scott said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you saying that for an actual reason, or just because you don't like him?"
"Scott," Stiles said. "Aiden is a violent asshole and he needs to get his ass kicked for once...he also won't stop making eyes at my cousin."
You frowned, but you couldn't deny that Stiles was right. Ever since Aiden had arrived in Beacon Hills, he had done nothing but flirt with you constantly. He seemed to be around every corner, and you honestly couldn't decide if he was actually interested or if he just wanted a way to get close to the pack.
Allison didn't like it one bit, and one day after she found him leaning against your locker, she had threatened to break his fingers. Granted that was before she knew he was an alpha, but the murderous look in her eyes told you she didn't care either way.
"That's it," Lydia said, snapping her fingers suddenly. She jumped off Allison's couch, her skirt swinging wildly as she stood up. "Aiden's totally into Y/n. He'll definitely ditch Ethan and the others if he thinks he's gonna score with her. All you have to do is get him to follow you and then the rest of you can take him by surprise."
The whole pack looked back at you, and an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. "Me?"
"No," Allison snapped, her back straightening up as she shot down Lydia's idea. "You're not using my girlfriend as bait for an alpha."
"Oh come on, Allison," Lydia said. "You know he wouldn't hurt her."
"You don't know that," she said firmly. "And that's not even what I'm worried about. You're crazy-no you're insane if-"
Allison blinked as she realized the whole room was looking at her and an awkward silence filled the air. You saw the way Allison was bristling and you immediately knew what this was about. She wasn't just worried about your safety, she was also incredibly jealous. You reached out to place your hand on your arm, giving her a reassuring smile.
"Allison," you told her. "You're going to be right there. I mean, you guys are going to be there, right?"
"Of course," Scott told you, looking from you to Allison.
"Then it's fine," you insisted. "And, besides, Aiden's not exactly my type."
Allison blushed slightly, but you could tell she still didn't like this plan. She couldn't stop thinking about you letting yourself be alone with some monster when you were in a skintight dress and couldn't defend yourself. But then she realized that it was probably the best plan everyone could come up with.
It took her a few moments, but then she simply sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine. But I'm going to be right there."
"Great," Scott said. "Then we'll do it tomorrow night. I know that new club is going to be opening downtown. The twins will probably be there."
"Perfect," Lydia said as she clapped her hands excitedly. "Y/n, you'll come over early, and then we can get you ready. And that reminds me, we have to find you an outfit that's...not that."
She gestured weakly to your clothes and you looked down at yourself. "What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Mm...nothing," she lied.
You sighed and rolled your eyes as Allison gently rubbed your shoulders. You leaned into her arms, knowing that tomorrow was going to be a long day.