Alaska ➳ Stilinski | t.w

three ; wolfsbane

[ three ; wolfsbane ]

"you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece"

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"So you're telling me Allison's father shot you with a crossbow?" My eyebrow was raised as I jogged to keep up with a traumatized Scott.

Scott gulped, "A crossbow." I wasn't sure if he had blinked the whole morning honestly, as though he was in too much shock to remember to wet his own eyes.

"Well did he recognize you?"

Scott shook his head. I didn't blame him for being traumatized by the experience. To think sweet and innocent Allison was the daughter of a werewolf hunter was pretty difficult for me to swallow too. It was a cliche to say the least.

The bell soon rang leading all students to scatter to different buildings.

I followed Scott to class and soon spotted a Stiles walk towards us with his usually cute goofy smile.

The day dragged on like any other day I had experienced, except I spent much more time at Lydia's lunch table than I would've wanted to.

Allison and I sat next to one another, discussing how irrelevant that lab report in science was or how that television show should've ended. We'd occasionally turn and nod our heads to Lydia as she ranted about the bonehead Jackson was at times, but how he was still the captain of the lacrosse team.

I couldn't help but glance at Stiles every once in a while only to catch him staring and then turn away like I hadn't seen him. Or stuffing his mouth with French fries. He was probably admiring Lydia though. Scott had told me of his great seven year plan generated all for the sole purpose to get Lydia Martin to fall head over heels for him.

I wasn't very happy to hear about it but I couldn't change how Stiles felt. No matter how badly it made me feel.

"Alaska!" Lydia snapped her fingers in front of my face, knocking me out of daydream land," Were you even listening to a word that came out of my mouth?"

I murmured "not really" to her and kept eating the apple in front of me as an apologetic Allison stared at me.

I had gone back to the house after school in order to get ahead in homework. Math is pointless. Teach me how to pay taxes, I'm sure that I won't need my skills in trigonometry when I pay for my electricity bills.

My door was open enough to see Scott have to drag himself to his room, radiating of misery.

I pulled myself out of my comfortable position and walked inside his room to find his limbs spread out on his bed.

"Rough day at work?" I sat on the empty space next to him, looking down.

Scott groaned, "Stiles had to extinguish me just so I wouldn't kill him."

I chuckled to myself quietly. "Was it really that bad?"

Scott grumbled a yes under his breath when Melissa suddenly appeared at the door, knocking lightly.