The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Winding Down

Drown me
You make my heart beat like the rain
Surround me
Hold me deep beneath your waves
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Allison's phone buzzed in her backpack, and she glanced around the classroom. No one was looking, so she picked it up. The home screen was lit up by a text message from Scott:
HATE BEING APART FROM U FOR SO LONG

She bit her lip and smiled bashfully before typing out a reply:
I KNO, I MISS YOUR TOUCH. AND YOUR KISSES TOO

Scott's answer was instantaneous,
ME TOO

She exhaled heavily and looked around the room. Math class was so very boring, and she already knew all the stuff anyway. What she was about to do was very risky but she knew it'd be worth a shot.
I NEED YOU.

Scott shifted in his seat. The chemistry he was trying to learn was going way over his head, so his mind was very easily taken over by happier thoughts of Allison. He couldn't help himself. As much as he wanted to focus, all he could think about was how long it'd been since he had been alone with Allison, and how exactly he wanted to make up for lost time.
YOURE GONNA MAKE ME HARD, AL

Allison read the text message and felt a flash of heat seer between her legs, and a thick blush creep up her neck.
I LOVE THAT

Scott snapped. He simply couldn't do it anymore. He never had much willpower when it came to his girlfriend, and today was no different.
TEACHER'S BATHROOM. NOW. I HAVE A KEY.

Allison rose her hand, her breath catching slightly in her throat as she asked, "Can I go to the bathroom?"

The teacher dismissed her, and she rushed out the door, trying to remain calm. The thrill of rebelling was setting her nerves on fire, but she was also terrified to be caught.

Then again, if this was her biggest act of teen rebellion in all of high school, then so be it.

She finally reached the teacher's bathroom, and stopped at the door to wait for Scott.

Before Allison could even catch her breath, it flew open, and someone pulled her inside with force. She couldn't quite see who it was, as they immediately pressed her back up against the front of their body. But she recognized the calloused palms running up and down her sides, slowly and teasingly and tantalizing.

"Scott-" she breathed, but he shushed her,

"We don't have that long, Al..." his voice turned to a low growl, "What were you thinking, trying to sext me in class. Dammit."

The pace of his hands moving increased, and so did the pressure. Goosebumps rose along Allison's skin as he went, and her breath caught in her throat when his right index brushed over her nipple.

"Scott..." she murmured helplessly, as his vice-grip was so strong that she couldn't turn to kiss him, "I need you."

That was all it took.

Scott smashed her up against the cool tile of the wall so hard that their teeth crashed together, but neither of them cared. His fingers pinned her hair to the wall in ways that caused pleasurably painful tugs, and her breathing was growing shallow already.

They were late for next period.

It was fine, Scott could never concentrate on chemistry anyways.

**
The whole band had scheduled to gather at Stiles's house to blow off steam after hours of intense rehearsal. Even though they'd been together all the time practicing, there was no one else they'd rather unwind with.

However, Allison was going to be late because she and Lydia were going prom dress shopping, leaving the guys alone.

Scott couldn't remember the last time he and Stiles had hung out individually, but he did know that it felt great to just relax with his best friend. They'd start this journey together, and as high school was coming to a close, he was feeling way more nostalgic than he'd like to admit. If he weren't embarrassed to, he might've cried.