The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Twelve

Scott approached Allison, who seemed to be reading a birthday card, with his sister in his arms.

"Is it your birthday?" he asked her.

Allison turned around, startled, and looked at her boyfriend and his sister. She quickly placed the card and balloons back in her locker, her expression flustered.

"No! No, uh, I mean, yes. I don't even know how Lydia found out," Allison muttered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She nervously brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked, his brows furrowed in concern, his eyes searching her face for answers.

Allison let out a sigh, her eyes avoiding his. She looked down at her shoes, the corners of her lips turning down. "Because I didn't want people to know," she replied, her tone softer, almost vulnerable.

Scott stared at her, confused, his expression softening as he tried to understand.

"I'm seventeen," Allison whispered, her voice barely audible, as if the confession weighed heavily on her.

Scott's eyes widened in surprise. "You're seventeen?" he repeated, just to be sure, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Allison stared at him, her eyes meeting his. "That's exactly what I'm trying to avoid," she said, her frustration evident in her voice.

Scott's expression softened, his gaze full of understanding. "It's alright, you know. I get it, you had to repeat a year because you did a lot of moving around, right?" he said, his tone gentle, trying to reassure her. He shifted Kylie slightly in his arms, her small head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

Allison flashed him a big smile, her eyes brightening a little. "I would kiss you right now, but your hands seem a bit full," she said, poking Kylie's stomach playfully, making the child giggle, her laughter light and carefree.

"And why's that?" Scott asked, a smile tugging at his lips, warmth filling his eyes.

"For being the only one that understands. I mean, usually people are like, 'What, did you get held back?', 'Did you ride the short bus?', or, 'Did you have a baby?'"

Scott stared at her incredulously, his jaw tightening. The thought of Allison having to deal with those kinds of remarks bothered him. Kylie, watching the conversation, frowned deeply. "But that's mean!" she said, her small voice filled with indignation.

Scott nodded in agreement, his expression softening as he looked at his sister, then back at Allison. "Yeah, that's what you hear on your birthday?" he asked, his voice filled with empathy, his eyes filled with sadness for her.

Allison shrugged slightly, her shoulders slumping. "Yeah, all day long," she muttered, her expression falling, her vulnerability showing.

Kylie perked up, her small voice bright and cheerful. "Well, happy birthday, Alli!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with sincerity.

Allison's lips curved into a warm smile, her eyes softening as she looked at Kylie. "Well, thank you, Kylie," she said, her voice filled with affection. She reached out and gently ruffled Kylie's hair, her fingers brushing the soft curls.

Scott seemed to have a thoughtful look on his face, his eyes scanning the crowded hallway. He spotted Stiles not too far away, standing by the lockers. He set Kylie down gently, making sure she was steady on her feet, and crouched down to her level, his hands resting on her small shoulders.

"Okay, now I want you to go to Stiles and stay with him or Lydia today. Can you do that for me?" he asked her, his tone gentle but firm, his eyes searching hers for understanding.