A Hale and The Argent- Allison Argent (3)

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People stand around as someone carries a torch towards a metal contraption in the shape of a cyclone. He lights it on fire and everyone starts cheering, waving their cups and bottles in the air. That seems to really get the party going as music starts blasting and people dance around without a care in the world. Scott and I walk around the party, watching people carefully. It's not like we could get drunk anyway, even if we wanted to have some fun. Scott decided he didn't want to wear his lacrosse jersey but I was wearing mine. It is a school event after all.

Lights flash above us, the dj they hired plays music. I spot someone familiar in the crowd, dancing like crazy and holding a flask. It was Malia. I hadn't seen or talked to her since she found out we were related. I nudge Scott to get his attention and point at Malia. We head towards her. "Hey" Scott calls out over the music. Malia just continues to dance as she looks at us.

"What are you doing here?" He wonders. "Getting drunk. What are you doing?" She asks. "Trying to make sure no one gets hurt" Scott says. "That sounds fun too" Malia nods, taking a sip out of her flask. "He's really good at it" I nod as she takes another sip. Scott and I give each other a look. We knew we had to tell her. "I don't want to ruin your night or anything, but we kind of can't get drunk." Scott informs her and I nod in agreement.

"What?" She asks confused. "I think it has something to do with our healing. But trust me, I've tried. You're not gonna feel anything." Scott explains. "Yeah, it really sucks for the ones born this way like you and me" I frown. "Maybe you should tell him that." Malia motions over behind her to where Liam and Mason were sitting at a picnic table in the distance, Liam wearing his jersey as he poured some alcohol into a cola bottle. Malia takes another drink of her flask while continuing to dance as we see Liam chugging down his drink.

We both give each other a look. "Hey, Malia, this doesn't have something to do with...I don't know..." I trail off as she takes another swig. "Me being related to you? Not at all. I like you" She tells me. "Oh, uh, thanks" I smile. She starts dancing again. "Listen, we just want to talk" Scott tells her. "Well, I just want to dance." Malia waves it off. "We had our reasons. We didn't tell you about Peter..." "To protect me. That's what Peter said you would say." Malia nods.

She talked to Peter? When? "And guess what he said next? That you were right" Malia adds and we give her a confused look. "Does that surprise you?" she asks, noticing our expressions. "No. It makes me wonder what he wants." Scott says and I nod in agreement. "My uncle is a pyscho okay? You should never trust him" I tell her seriously. "Malia, we need to stay together. You, me, Madi, Stiles..." Scott starts listing off.

"I don't want to talk about Stiles." Malia cuts him off. She stops dancing, looking up at the sky before turning to look at us. She looked like she was about to fall over. "I just want to dance. And get drunk" She holds up the flask. She almost falls to the ground but I think fast, quickly steadying her. Malia laughs as Scott and I give each other confused looks. "You are drunk" Scott says. "Yep" Malia nods. "But you can't be." Scott nudges me and motions over to Liam who was stumbling around. Something wasn't right here.

"Is this what drunk feels like? It doesn't feel as good as I hoped" Malia admits with a grimace. "I don't think it's supposed to" Scott says. Scott takes the flask from her, sniffing it as she groans. "What's in this? What did you have to drink?" Scott wonders. "Just vodka" Malia shrugs. I take notice of the cop in the distance, watching us closely. Scott seems to notice him too.

"Stay on your feet and keep moving." he advises. "Come on. Let's go check on Liam" I tell him and he nods in agreement as I help Malia over to the picnic table Liam and Mason were at. I help sit her down. "I'll go get some water" Scott says and I nod as he runs off to go get some. I look over the flask she had, taking a sip myself just to make sure it wasn't it as I start to feel dizzy. I shake my head a few times as I look over the flask. "Are you sure this was just vodka?" I ask. "Yeah" Malia answers. I take a seat as I feel a headache coming on and my vision starts to blur.