**COMPLETED**
One night, walking through the woods, Scott McCall got bit by something that changed his life. Forcing him to dive in head first into the world of supernatural. His best friends Stiles Stilinski and Nova Deaton by his side every step o...
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Chapter Twenty-One 🦎 Party Guessed 🦎
Matt reaches for the door to get out the passenger side, but pauses, turning to Allison, "About that really, incredibly bad idea I had." He says
"You mean the kiss?"
"That's the one." He confirmed and Allison shook her head, "Don't worry about it."
"For real?"
"Definitely."
"So are you and Scott still together or what?" He asked. "Not... really." She answered, unsure of the answer herself. "I hate not reallys. You never know what to do with a not really."
"Sorry. Would you understand if I said it's complicated?"
"Not really. But I'll try." He gives her a smile, placing his hand over hers. A gesture of friendship. He gets out and shuts the door. Allison thumbs the lock button and settles back with a worried sigh. Her eyes fall on the driver's side window. Leaning in, she lightly breathes on the glass. It steams up, but there's no secret message from Scott.Disappointed, Allison reaches for the gear shift. But then she notices Matt's bag lying in front of the passenger seat. When she pulls it up by the strap, his digital camera falls into the seat.
Allison picks up the camera to put it back in the bag. Her thumb accidentally hits a button and the LCD screen brightens. With a smile, she peers over a superb image of a beacon hills. Stadium lights arcing out over the players. Allison clicks to the next picture.
Another brilliant shot. But the next one is a picture of Nova sitting next to Stiles on the bench but Stiles was cut out making it only Nova. Allison sits up, alarmed. She clicks to another picture of Nova, Same thing. And then the next.
A picture of her.
The picture is a candid, obviously taken when she wasn't looking. She clicks to the next. Another one of her. Becoming even more unnerved, she hits the button again. Yet another picture of her, this one taken during school. Heart beginning to pound in her ears, she keeps clicking. One photo after another. Dozens of them. Possibly hundreds of pictures of her or Nova or her and Nova.
