𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Roses

I

"State! State! State!"

Fists reach into the light, pumping in unison. Doors burst open and the still chanting crowd fills the hallway as Scott barrels through them.

"Stiles!"

"Has anyone seen Stiles?"

I take a deep breath and walk up to him. "He's not answering for you either."

His eyes never stop scanning the crowd. "Scott, I—"

"Just stop it, alright? I can't do this right now. Just—just look for him in here while I check the parking lot, okay?"

I nod, gripping my hair as he rushes out the door. I go to turn but am unexpectedly found facing Allison. Pressed together in the mob, we look at each other for an awkward second.

"I just wanted to say-"

"So, about earlier-"

I scratch my neck nervously before looking down at her. "You go first." She tells me.

"Uh, I just wanted to ask you what you thought about the game?" I ask, mentally reminding myself to smash my face into a brick wall later.

Her brows furrow before quickly relaxing as she gives me a small smile. "Uh, yeah, it was intense."

She was about to speak again but my teammate pops in between us, screaming state. I give him an annoyed look and he finally catches on, shrinking away, allowing me to return my attention to Allison. But when I look around, she's already down the hall, her dad with his arm around her shoulder, gently guiding her out with the rest of the dissipating crowd.

Jackson suddenly walks up to me, laughing mockingly. "Isn't that just heartbreaking? God, I bet it causes a lot of sleepless nights being in love with your best friend's girlfriend."

My jaw clenches as he continues. "You know what, though, Walker? I actually feel bad for you, which is why I'm gonna make this mutually beneficial. You get Scott to get me what I want, and I'll help you get with Allison."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not an idiot, I knew you were listening to us on the benches. So, three days make it just in time for the winter formal. Think about you being her date instead of me or Scott. And also think about all the things you're able to do to get her out of some tight little dress by the end of the night."

I scoff. "You're a dick."

He chuckles. "Three days. Have fun."

II

I step out of the locker room and sling my lacrosse bag over my shoulder as I scuffle towards Sarah's car in the empty parking lot, replaying my time in the janitor's closet before an image of a heartbroken Scott replaces it.

My keys fall out of my now shaking hand, and instead of anxiety, all I feel is anger. "Goddammit, you useless piece of shit!"

"Wesley?" I turn to see Stiles running towards me, almost tripping over his own feet, causing the anger to subside.

"Stiles?" I ask as he tries to catch his breath. "Where the hell have you been?"

"It's-the alpha-he's-he's-"

"Stiles, breathe!"

Stiles takes a few deep breaths before looking back at me. "Derek's uncle is the alpha! It's Peter Hale."

My eyes widen. I thought he was in a coma or something in the hospital.

"Okay, okay, Scott's in the locker room," Stiles and I run through the halls, skidding around each corner, until we make it back to the locker room to see Scott sitting there, still in his towel.