The Broken New Girl

New Beginnings, to Bad Endings

       This chapter will show everyone getting ready for the first day, and their point of view...next chapter will be centric on the group getting together, stay patient!

           They did not mean for it to happen. I mean, it had happened before. Erica had called Allison over to study for English, half way into the session they inche close enough, and there hands began to roam one another bodies and well...

      "Take it off..." Erica whispered into Allison's ear.

Allison did as she was told removing her white top slowly over her head, revealing the pink lace bra underneath. Erica planted heated kisses on Allison's mouth, Allison did the same until her back fell flat on the mattress. Erica's legs had found both sides of Allison's hips. The two continued the heated make out session.

        "I want to try some-..." Allison's words were cut off by her ringing telephone.

Allison awkwardly wiggled out from under Erica. She picked up the phone.

     "Hel-" Her voice was hoarse she then stopped for a moment to clear it. "Hello?"

She  was on the phone for about two minutes before she said goodbye.

      "It was um Stiles, he is here to get me." She muttered, slipping on her shirt, along with her shoes.

    Erica smiled at her, and waved goodbye. Allison returned the gesture. Just as she was about to leave she stopped in her tracks, and turned around.  

      "Remember, no one can know about this. About me, and my feelings toward women." She stated awkwardly, standing stiffly.

All Erica did was wink, and with that Allison left.

Allison raced down Erica's stairs that she had become so familiar with. She then busted through the front door, and the cold air nipped her skin. Allison walked over to the baby blue jeep on the curb, and climbed in.

        "Have fun sis?" Stiles asked with a sweet tone.

       "You could say that..." Allison smirked.

Stiles just gave her a pondering look, and began to drive away.

When the two returned to the Stilinski house hold, the twins climbed up the steps and parted into their rooms. Stiles closed his door with a loud bang, and plopped onto his bed. He dug his hand into his jean pocket, and began typing a text to Scott, and Isaac.  

Stiles: What are you guys up to? 

Isaac: Malia's over we were about to pop in a movie.

Stiles scoffed, thinking why the hell have they not got together. Their friend group knew that the two loved to make out behind closed doors, and enjoyed one another's company too much if they were just "friends." Stiles considered them friends, with benefits of course. Stiles started to write a very lengthy text, saying how they should admit how they love each other. His thumbs slamming the key board, he would not have been surprised if his screen had cracked, because of the enormous pressure.  Of course, he deleted the text and didn't send it, like her normally did. It was a Stiles thing, typing frustration then deleting it, he only writes it for personal pleasure, for relief. Instead Stiles came up with a better response.

Stiles: Cool.

Scott: I just took Kira out for dinner, we are headed back to her house now. I will see you guys tomorrow.

Stiles: Okay. I'll pick you up at 7:30 tomorrow.

Scott was with his girlfriend, and Isaac was with, who Stiles knew would be his future girlfriend. Stiles however, was alone which he usually was. So, he laid back on his bed thinking "Is there actually someone for me?"