Dear Rabbit

Chapter 24

"Have you seen Scott?" I stood in the corridor, leaning against the locker next to Stiles'. It was odd to only have seen one of the troublesome duo-usually, where I could find one, I could find the other, which made finding my friends about 10 times easier in the long run. But it was even more unusual since the Parent-Teacher Conference was tonight, which Scott definitely needed to go to...his grades had been averaging at a C and sometimes lower. I figured he was just juggling too many things at once, between the fact he was now on the Lacrosse team properly and not just sitting on the bench, and the fact he had a new girlfriend and he just...he seemed stressed a lot of the time and there was probably more going on than even I realised. Heck, knowing Scott and Stiles there was probably a lot going on that they just weren't telling me about.

"No, he's not answering his phone either." Stiles' locker slammed shut, and he leant on it next to me. He looked worried, which was fair enough when our friend was missing. But he also looked peeved, probably also because our friend was missing.

"You think he's with Allison? I mean it's her birthday today..." I, along with Dori and Lydia, had placed the present we'd gotten her ages ago, a jacket that cost more than my life savings, in her locker. Apparently Lydia knew pretty much everyone's locker combinations which was absolutely terrifying, she could very well be the best school thief of all time and no one would ever suspect Lydia Martin of stealing from her fellow students! Having not seen Allison at all and then of course not seeing Scott, it would make sense if they were off somewhere together...although Scott really shouldn't be skiving school if he was. As I said before, that boy wasn't doing so well on the education front at the moment, it was like a weird twist on Forest Gump, he was smart he just didn't seem to be applying himself properly...and now I sound like his mother.

"Knowing Scott? Probably. He does stuff he really shouldn't when it comes to Allison." Stiles sounded grumpy, but it wasn't so much a case of him disliking Scott's relationship with Allison. Much like me Stiles was actually really happy for them. They worked well together, they both really liked each other, and they were both nice people...but Scott was like a love sick puppy who'd do pretty much anything for Allison, which probably would include life threatening things like spending an evening in her household full of people with a trillion guns that could shoot and kill him. Also having dinner with her dad who ran him over...Scott just had no sense of self-preservation when it came to Allison Argent.

"Can't really blame him though, he's in love, Stiles." I didn't usually like using the term love, it was a strong word, especially at our age...but if there was ever someone who was in love it was Scott McCall. I had no doubt about that, he looked at Allison as if she hung the stars in the sky and made the sun rise in the morning and set in the evening. It was as sweet as it was sickly, and I honestly hoped that that love wasn't something that would get the both of them hurt or in trouble...but we were teenagers and it always seemed like our sort of love never really worked out. Or maybe I was just being morbid and negative due to the impending parent-teacher conference where I'm sure Mr. Harris would have some less than complimentary things to say about me. He always did. I swear that man was Satan's little helper, I'm seriously considering calling a priest to exorcise him. Some holy water and a holy book should get rid of him lickity split.

"Yeah, well he needs to use his head sometimes rather than his heart. Anyway I'm going to class, I'll see you later maybe?" Says the guy who got himself hurt for years because of his feelings for Lydia Martin...although luckily for both Stiles and Dori his feelings had waned away to some sort of friendship. It meant neither of them were seemingly trying to fight over Lydia anymore, which with Dori and Lydia's new found blossoming relationship was probably a good thing.