Allison Argent Again

CHAPTER 9 Something fishy

Ah, is it good to be healthy. No more hives, no more swelling. I get ready and curl my hair, I'm going out for bowling! I paint my nails black and put on my graffiti leggings and red tank top. Liam came and to pick me up around 7:00pm.
"Just warning you," he said, "I'm a very bad bowler." He emphasized the word 'very'
"Well, I would think Mr. lacrosse would be a very good bowler." I say emphasizing the word 'good'

SCOTTS POV
"LYDIA!!" I shout to the upstairs. I promised I would drive Lydia because he car broke down.
"Hold on! It takes a woman longer to fix her hair all nice so it lasts on a motor cycle." She says. About 30 seconds later I hear the pitter-patter of foots steps coming down the stairs.
"Final-" I say trailing off. It was only Prada. Then, I hear her foots steps. Coming down the stairs.
"Let's go, well be late." I say

LYDIAS POV
Why didn't I just call Stiles?
"You know I've been really stressed with this banshee thing."
"What now?" He asks, stopping.
"Voices, more voices. I just don't understand then it's, it's like-" I pause
"Like what?"
"Like they're speaking a different language.."
"What do you mean a different language?"
"I mean, a different language."
"But don't all banshees speak... Banshee?"
"No It doesn't work like that. It's all spoken in code but this is different."
"Should we call Meredith?" He asks urgently.
"We can't, we don't have time. Remember (y/n). That should be our top priority."
"Fine, but what if this means something? Like someone is going to die?"
"Scott. If someone was going to die I- I don't know, but it doesn't feel like this." I say, "Now, don't we have to go bowling." I raise my eyebrows.
"Fine, let's go."
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YOUR POV
We got to the bowling ally, picked out shoe sizes, and weighed bowling balls.
"Hey Scott, Lydia. You're late." A girl with brown hair says.
Scott looks at me, "Malia!" He says smiling at me and holding one hand on her shoulder and one hand out towards me, "This is (y/n)... She's uh.. New here." She looks me up and down.
"You look weaker than one of the chipmunks back in the-"
"Zoo!" Scott finishes for her, "The chipmunks at the zoo! I should really take you there some times.
He turns around at Malia wide eyed. Something's not right. I suspect they're not telling me something.
"So, what is it you're not telling me?" I say raises my eyebrows.
"W-what?" Scott hesitates.
"There is something you two aren't telling me." I fold my lips in and wait for an explanation.
"W-were.. Dating.'' Scott said putting his arm uncomfortably around Malia. "We're trying to keep it quiet for a while before anyone finds out." He says adjusting his arm on her neck.
"Yeah keeping it quiet- Scotty.bear." She says pushing away from his chest. He straightens out his jacket. Before I could say anything else Lydia came over.
"Row 5, let's go!"