Wolfsbane (MTV'S Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction)

Part Two

Part Two

~Previously~

"I will at least try to. Kill. Allison. Argent."

Laurel skipped into the kitchen, popping some toast into the toaster.

"Your actually going to school? I thought you'd have dropped out by now!" Isaac joked.

"Oh puh-leese, I have some unfinished business to attend to, and maybe being a junior will be... fun."

"For a change." He added.

"Oh, and by the way, no murdering innocent-mostly innocent- girls. Please?"

"No guarantees, loser." She smirked, smearing her toast with butter as she slung her bag onto her shoulder, walking past him.

"Hey! Don't pretend to be so smooth. I'm cooler than you!" He laughed.

"No your not." Stiles smirked, walking out the door behind Laurel.

"Really? Is that how people see me?" Isaac pondered, trailing the couple.

"Wow, your actually here. This is news to me," Wade laughed at himself, nudging her.

"Isaac already said that so..."

"That... that... THAT DICK! I was going to use that. It would have been good, right Stiles?"

"Not at all. It wasn't even funny the first time."

"Really? Really?" He said it higher pitched the second time, " I thought it was hi-larious when I said it in the mirror." The two stopped walking.

"What?" They asked in unision.

"Joking!" Wade called out, not bothering to turn around.

Laurel and Stiles laughed and made fun of the stupid friend, then Scott joined.

"Sup bro?" Laurel imitated a 'surfer'.

"Could you be anymore steriotypical?" He teased. But after that she tuned out, glaring at Allison Argent. Oh, if looks could kill, she thought, imagining different ways of her dying, all horrendous and gruesome.

"Stop staring at her." Stiles warned, trying not to catch Scott's attention.

"I can hear you," Scott frowned.

"It's not like the bitch notices, she's probably caught up in her 1000 Ways To Kill A Werewolf mode."

"Not funny."

"It was pretty funny."

"No."

"Yes-sir-ie." She saluted.

"She can hear you, clearly." Stiles pointed out, and, lucky enough, she was staring at Laurel, her bottom lip quivering.

"Is the big, bad, Argent gonna cry? Aren't I PUN-ny? Get it... Because of the Big Bad Wolf and she... Ugh I should've stopped at pun-ny."

"Stop." Scott warned.

"Not my fault she can't keep her paws away. More like KNIVES." She hissed, referencing to when she stabbed Isaac.

"Stop, please."

"I'm just waiting for her to crack. Then she can go home and kill some birds with her 'mad hunting skills,'" She joked, using air quotes.

"Laurel, stop it!"

"Just a little more... Are you going to go crying to your mommy? Or can Daddy protect you?"

"ENOUGH LAUREL! STOP IT NOW!" Scott yelled, and Allison walked over crying,

"At least my dad cares."

"I don't mind that he didn't care. I have Isaac now, Isaac is closer than anyone I have ever known."

"Could you say the same about," She paused, "Daniel?" Laurel's jaw clenched and Allison began to walk away, but she stopped and turned to Laurel,

"By the way.... Do I look ok?" That was it. Laurel grabbed her by the jacket and dragged her to her car. Scott and Stiles were begging her to stop, but she drove away with her.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To visit my father. You can have a nice chat together. IN HELL."