Apathetic ↳ Teen Wolf

𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳, Magic Bullet

"Am I becoming someone else or revealing
who I have always been?"

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Knees bouncing nervously underneath her desk, Lulu watches the teacher return graded tests, coming closer and closer. Next to her, Stiles leans forward to whisper to Scott, "If Derek's not the Alpha. If he's not the one who bit you, who did?

"I don't know," Scott replied. Stiles sits back, thinking. 

He leans forward again, "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"

"I don't know," Stiles flops back before leaning forward again.

"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?" 

"I don't know!" This time it comes out as a yell. Scott slinks down in his seat when he realizes everyone is staring at him. The Teacher finally drops his test on his desk. He turns it over to see a big D- and a message: 'Not like you! What's happening? See me after class'. Stiles and Lulu peer over his shoulder at the grade.

"Dude, you need to study more," Stiles deadpanned. Scott puts his head in hands, overwhelmed.

"You really do, Scott," Lulu's comment didn't help at all.

"And that was a joke," Stiles continues," It's one test. You need help studying?"

"I'm studying with Allison at her house after school," Scott reveals.

"That's my boy," Stiles praises Scott.

"We're just studying," Scott's mind wasn't as bad as Lulu and Stiles' mind.

"No, you're not," Lulu smirks and gives a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"No, I'm not?" Scott was unbelievably confused.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you," Stiles ranted, "If you go to her house and squander that colossal opportunity I'll have you professionally de-balled. Got it?"

"Yes," Scott pleaded, "If you stop with the questions."

"Done. No more talk of Alphas or Derek," Stiles mumbled the last part, "Especially Derek, who still scares me."

"Yes, Stiles," Lulu teased, "Be quiet or you won't get that furthest experience, like Scott, in your entire life."

"Scott's coming over? Tonight?" Lydia questioned.

"We're just studying together," Allison comments, confused about the big fuss her friends were making. The trio made their way down the stairs, heading for their next class.

"Just studying never ends with just studying," Lulu deadpans.

"It's like getting into a hot tub," Lydia explains, "Somebody eventually cops feel."

"So what are you saying?" Allison frowned.

"I'm saying make sure he covers up," Lydia says but after getting a confused look she continued, "Hello, Snow White, I'm talking about a condom."

"Are you kidding?" Allison exclaimed, "After one date?"

"Well, don't be a total prude," Lulu pipes in, "You have to give him a little taste."

Allison hesitates before asking, "How much is a little taste?"

"Oh God," Lydia says softly, "You really like him, don't you?"

"Well, there's just something different about him. When I first got here I had this plan: no boyfriends until college. I move too often," Allison tries to explain her reasons, "But when I met him, he was different. I can't explain it."