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Scott's POV:

Scott and Stiles arrived at school and jumped out of the jeep, slinging their bags over their shoulders. Stiles' eyes suddenly widened at the sight of Lydia Martin waiting by the school entrance. He gave Scott a quick pat on the shoulder before scrambling off.

There was a laugh from behind Scott and he turned around to see Allison.

"Hey Allison." He smiled. She smiled back and leaned into kiss him.

"How are you?" She asked when she pulled away a few seconds later.

"I'm alright thanks. How are you?" He replied, his eyes going to Stiles who was trying to talk to an uninterested Lydia. Guilt for his best friend twisted in his stomach as his eyes returned to Allison. She was wearing knee high boots, jeans, a loose shirt and a leather jacket.

"Great now that I'm with you." She laughed again and took his hand to lead him to their first class.

Malia's POV:

When Malia was fairly sure that she had lost the wolves, she let her knees buckle underneath her and she hit the floor with a small thud. She wasn't sure how far into the woods she'd ran and frankly, she didn't care. The slash across he stomach stung and if she didn't get it cleaned soon, it would get infected. So she closed her eyes and waited.

Scott's POV:

Their first class unfortunately was History; one of the many classes Scott wasn't doing well on. The teacher, Mr Franco, was however a teacher who usually put on a historical film, put his feet up and fell asleep. And that was exactly what happened. 

30 minutes into the lesson Mr Franco was asleep and Scott was out of his seat, hurling his bag onto his shoulder. A hand caught his arm and seconds later Allison was up as well, gripping his arm.

"Where are you going?" She whispered so she wouldn't attract attention even though the whole class was staring at them. He shook her off.

"I don't feel too good." He said quickly. And it was half true; since he had arrived at school he'd had the constant sound of ringing in his head and it hadn't been gotten any better listening to a historian ramble on about Henry VIII for the past half hour.

"I'll take you to the nurse's office." She said, pulling him out of the classroom but he shook his head.

"I can go myself it's ok." He muttered, shaking her off.

"Are you sure?" She pressed. The ringing got louder and he winced.

"Yes." He said firmly and with that he left the classroom, and you'll be shocked to know it wasn't the nurse's office he went.


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