𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

The Root of the Issue

A blue Mazda halts to a stop, parking next to the sidewalk in front of the Walker residence. In the driver's seat, Allison tugs a piece of hair behind her ear as she digs through her purse, searching for something. Finally, her hand appears from the bag as she holds up the strawberry flavored lip balm victoriously, a smile tugging at her lips. The smile isn't from finding the fruity stick, however, but for Wesley. Over the past twenty-four hours, the thought of him has instantly caused this reaction from the young girl, though her smile suddenly turns to a frown as she remembers the conversation she and her father had the night prior.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be seeing Wesley anymore, Allison. He's too close to Scott, too close to the werewolves." The words replay in her head, causing her to sigh before applying the chapstick in the mirror.

No matter what Chris Argent says, there was no way anyone would get between Wesley Walker and Allison Argent. Especially after recent confessions the two shared. Mr. Argent hasn't commanded anything yet, but it isn't long before Victoria's words will finalize the thought. But for now, everything was perfect.

Getting out of the car, she makes her way to the front door, her brown curls bouncing with each step. As she reaches for the handle, however, she pauses, hearing a muffled groan. There are a few moments of silence before she hears it again, this time louder. Her brows furrow for a moment before panic kicks in, causing her to violently twist at the door handle. Locked.

"Wes? Wesley?"

Nothing.

Backing away, Allison rushes to the left side of the house before hoisting herself onto the tree that leads to Wesley's open window. Climbing with ease, the brunette begins to hear the sound of running water followed by a loud thud. As she climbs through the window and onto the desk that sits against it, she finally sees Wes as he lays on his side groaning in pain.

"Wes, what's wrong?" She rushes to him, placing his wet hair into her lap. "Hey, hey. Wesley!"

He finally opens his eyes, making Allison's lips part as she stares into the abnormal sapphire and ruby orbs. He slowly raises his head, his eyes still glowing as water drips from the ends of his hair.

"Allison?"

Unable to speak, the girl simply nods.

"I'm cold."

~~~

"You shouldn't have come to school today." Allison scolds as we turn down the corridor, heading for the library.

"Maybe. But then you would have stayed with me and you wouldn't have gotten the rest of the translation from Lydia." I counter, causing her to sigh.

"You're right, but what if that happens again?"

I let out a chuckle. "It won't."

Allison stops near a set of tall windows and places her left hand on its sill. "Wes, you don't know that."

"I-I think I do. I don't know how to explain it." I say, pushing off of the wall as we begin walking again. "Whatever happened this morning changed something."

I reach past Allison, swinging the library door open as we walk inside. Allison scratches her neck as I carefully glance around, trying not to hint at the new cameras (Gerard had them installed all over the school) of our secret meeting with Scott and Stiles. I could just imagine Mrs. Argent's ice-cold stare as she surveys the camera monitors like a hawk. To my left, I see Stiles holding a book up to his face—pretending to read—as Scott stares at the floor. He quickly looks up at me and hits Stiles on the shoulder as I lean down to Allison.