𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Justification

Pulling into the school parking lot, I park beside Stiles' blue Jeep. I grab my backpack from the passenger seat, being careful not to hit anything with the lacrosse stick, and walk over to Stiles and Scott.

"She ate the liver?"

"No, I didn't say she ate it. I said it was missing. And if she did? So what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." Stiles defends.

"I never ate anyone's liver."

"Oh right, because when it comes to werewolves you're a real model of self-control." Stiles remarks.

I finally catch up to them. "Who ate a liver?"

"Lydia." Scott tells me.

Stiles stops abruptly and turns to us, pointing his finger at Scott. "Hey, wait a minute we don't know that. Besides they weren't even alive."

Stiles pauses before continuing. "Actually, wait. Scott, you're the test case for this. We should be going over what happened to you."

"Test case?" I ask.

"I mean what was going through his head when he was turning?" Stiles turns to Scott. "What were you drawn to?"

"Allison." Scott says bluntly as I look down.

"Nothing else? Seriously?" Stiles asks, slightly annoyed.

"Nothing else mattered at the time. But that's good, right? The night Lydia was bit, she was with you."

"Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson."

I look up, hearing the familiar growl of a Porsche tearing into the parking lot. He really doesn't know how not to be a douchebag, does he?

"Alright, I gotta go guys. I'll see you in the locker room." Scott says, rushing into the building.

"Stiles, is he okay? He won't talk to me about it."

Stiles nods his head slowly before placing a hand on my shoulder. "Wes, he's okay. He's not mad at you."

He then begins to lead me up the stairs and into the doors as he continues. "Don't worry about it, alright?"

I nod as Stiles takes his hand off and looks around. "Hey look, there's Allison." My head snaps up as I see her opening her locker. "Go over there. I'll see you in the locker room."

I nod. He walks away as I take a deep breath before making my way over to her.

I lean on the locker to the right of her. "Hey, gorgeous."

Allison shuts her locker and looks up at me, her dimples on show. "Hey, good-looking."

I smile and try to think of what to say when I see the book in her hands. "You have Geometry first period?"

She glances down at her book. "Yeah, what do you have?"

"Lacrosse practice." I say while rubbing my neck.

"Well, I can't wait to see you play."

I can't help but snicker. "Sorry to break it to you, but I'm trash at lacrosse."

"Doesn't mean you still don't look hot in your jersey." Allison retorts as I feel my cheeks heating up.

"I, uh-"

Allison just laughs at my lack of social skills. "If you play or not, I'm still going to be in those bleachers cheering for you."

I lean down and kiss her on the lips as the bell starts ringing.