The Youngest (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 24

3rd P.O.V

"Hey," Jackson said, in a bit of a sweaty mess. "What time should I pick you up for the dance tomorrow?"

Jackson looked really scared and paler than usual. This sudden appearance caused Allison's eyes to widen but smile a bit amused and Kylie, who was in the teenager's arms, to frown.

"Are you okay?" Kylie asked, unsure.

"Yeah, I - I'm great. I'm just excited to go to the formal. With Allison. As friends. Just friends. Just - just friends." Jackson said, stuttering and rushing his words as though he was being watched.

Allison and Kylie giggled at the state Jackson was in and Jackson laughed with them.

"Yeah, we'll just have to drop Kylie with Coach and then we can do whatever we want to do, I guess." Allison answered, motionning to the toddler in her arms.

"The Coach?" Jackosn asked confused.

"Yeah, he's gonna be the 'responsible adult' for Kylie until either me, Scott's mom or Scott himself come and gets her." Allison explained and Kylie smiled cheekily at Jackson.

"Okay, duly noted." Jackson said, then he poked Kylie's nose. "You're a lucky one, aren't you, Little Miss Incredible?"

"Yep!" Kylie agreed and she giggled as Jackson poked her stomach.

Then they walked away, but not without Kylie spotting her brother and Stiles watching them from the corner of a corridor. She smiled and waved at them and they waved back.

Kylie was now in Lydia's arms as the Strawberry Blonde had decided to go to the mall to buy a dress for all three of them. Lydia's was for the Formal, Allison's was also for the Formal, but there was a bit of an apology in it. As for Kylie's, well, Lydia just felt like buying her something. While they were on their way to the mall, Lydia noticed that Allison seemed a bit off.

"Nothing's wrong, I just - I have a lot on my mind." Allison said.

"You could smile, at least. Ever heard of the saying, 'Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile'?" Lydia asked, then she looked at Allison who was still frowning. "Smile, Allison. I'm buying you a dress."

Kylie giggled.

"Do I get a dress?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

Lydia smiled at her and nuzzled her nose.

"Of course, you do, Sweetie." She said.

Allison smiled upon seeing the connection between the toddler and the normaly stereotype teenager.

"Have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected." Allison stated.

"Excellent."

"But not as much as I'm going to ask."

Lydia looked at her best friend worriedly.

"What? What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided - up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with somebody else." Allison explained.

"Who?" Lydia asked.

Allison looked to her right and Kylie followed her glance, giggling at who she saw.

"Him." Allison said, pointing towards the guy.

It was Stiles. The three girls watched as Stiles had a bottle in his hand and then he pushed the nozzle which sprayed the perfume in his face. He backed away, sneezing.

"Silly Stiles." Kylie giggled.

Allison looked at her best friend, who was now frowning.

"Oh, don't frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile." Allison teased, fake pouting.

Lydia gave Stiles a once over. She looked almost exasperated. Stiles was sitting at the rack and then he turned and spotted the girls. He grinned and waved at them. Lydia sighed and placed Kylie on the ground. As if it was an instinct, Allison's hand dropped and grabbed the three years old hand. Next thing they knew, Lydia was piling dresses upon dresses on Stiles' arms.

"Oh - okay, so are you just gonna - try these on right now? All of them? Is this a 24 - hour Macy's?" Stiles asked.

While that happened, Allison and Kylie were over to other racks, looking at dresses. Suddenly, Kylie was picked up and without even noticing it, she leaned into the embrace because of the power that emanated from that person. It was Peter. Allison was looking at a dress in the mirror. She stilled when she saw the man with Kylie in his arms, staring at her. The man approached her.

"That's not your color." He said. "Sorry if that was intrusive, but - considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter."

Allison looked down for a second, feeling self-counscious.

"Because I'm pale?" She asked.

"Fair." Peter corrected. "I mean, you can't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect."

Allison smiled, a bit embarassed, even if her eyes were nervously going to Kylie who was still in the unknown man's arms.

"Okay." She slowly said, putting the dress back on the rack.

"Trust me, I," He stopped, taking a dress off of another rack, balancing Kylie on one hand. "I have a unique perspective on the subject." He showed her the dress. "Do you mind?" Allison placed her hand next to the dress. "See? Much better."

He placed the dress back on the rack and rebalanced Kylie in his arms and Kylie, again, subcounsciously leaned into him. Coating herself in his scent. Peter's lips turned into a small smirk as he felt the cub accept his Alpha title. A cub just can't resist power.

"You're not here alone, are you? Shopping for dresses - with friends." Peter kind of asked.

Allison nodded.

"High school dance." The Alpha tried to guess.

"Formal." Allison corrected.

Peter was about to say something, but he was cut off when the PA started speaking.

"Attention shoppers. To the owner of a blue Mazda, license plate -"

Kylie tilted her head, remembering that Allison had a blue car. She didn't know if it was a Mazda (Well, she didn't know what a Mazda was.) but she knew that it was blue. That was a fact.

"Alli?" She asked the teenager.

"Did she just say a blue Mazda?" Allison asked.

"- 5768. Your car is being towed -" The PA continued.

"Oh!" Allison gasped. "That's my car." She exclaimed.

She quickly took Kylie from the man's arms and ran to the exit, trying to get to her car before it got towed away.