Allison invites me in so we can catch up. I'm helping her with a couple of boxes so she can make her room more hers. She hasn't take anything out of the boxes, it's actually depressing.

"So what were you doing earlier? It took you a while," she asks looking at some pictures I just found.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry about that. I was..." in the woods, finding a dead body and putting Derek Hale in jail... "Just hanging out with Scott and Stiles, until my dad got home so he could drive me here."
This is why I don't have friends; I have major lying impulses.

"Why didn't you ask Stiles to drive you?" she gives me that cheeky look. Why don't people get over the fact that Stiles and I hate each other and we're only working together because our fucking best friend is a werewolf? Again: this is all Derek's fault.

"Oh, I did." I try to keep a straight face. "He didn't want to, though."

"Maybe he did it because he wanted to spend more time with you," Allison suggests.

"Oh my God, Allison!" I throw a pillow at her as she giggles. Giggles become laughs and more laughs. I really like her, is so nice to have girly company.

"Just accept that you two love each other!"
She won't give up now, am I right?

"Stop it, Allison. I don't like Stiles, okay?" I roll my eyes and my phone goes off.

You have got to be kidding me.

"I knew you couldn't possibly get tired of me, babe," I joke and Allison raises an eyebrow. I raise my hand making a stop sign, for her to shut up.

"Yeah, I'm also in love with you, sweetheart," his sarcasm is even stronger than mine; Stiles Stilinski sounds upset.

"Save the romantic for later and tell me what's wrong, Stiles," at the mention of hid name, Allison acts like she's a dumb girl in love, earning another pillow.

"I lost Scott," he says, sounding just a little bit desperate.

"You what? Can you be more stupid, what the hell?" I groan.
There's a wild teen wolf out there doing God knows what. This isn't good at all.

"We were in my car after you left and he smelled wolfs bane and got out of control and when I got rid of it, he was gone," he explains and even over the phone I can tell he's rolling his eyes.

"Wait, wolfs bane?"

"I...kinda kept it," he says, lowering his voice.

"You what? Oh my God, you're not being smart today, what's wrong with you?"

"Just help me find him, please! We have a deal, remember?" he groans. I hear the noise coming from his car.

"Okay, fine! I'll do my best, but no promises, bye."

"No, wait!" he stops me from hanging on him, "I didn't get you in trouble, did I?"

"You can scratch that out of your things-I-have-to-feel-guilty-about list, Stilinski. Bye." I don't give him the time to answer and throw my phone away.

He sounded too worried when he asked his last question, like he really cares about me getting in trouble. Maybe he's just afraid that if my father grounds me, he'll have to deal with Scott on his own.

"What's wolfs bane?" Allison then asks.

OI'm in the house of a werewolf's hunter, this is just sick. But if she doesn't know about wolfs bane, she definitely doesn't know about werewolves.

"It's a purple flower. Jessica, our maid, loves them; so I asked Stiles to bring me some for her. Thing is he lost them, spent the money on something else or bought the wrong flower," I sigh. I need to stop lying like this.

She's about to make a comment about it, but we hear a very loud noise out there. Like a car bumping into something. Or someone.

Allison decides to check outside so I follow her. Her father is indeed out of his car, helping out the one he ran over. "Dad?" she approaches them and I quickly follow.

"Dad, what the hell are you doing?"

As I get closer to them I realize the one he almost killed with his car is Scott.

Werewolf and hunter, how funny is this?

Okay, not funny at all.

"He came out of nowhere, Allison," Mr Argents defends himself and Allison helps my best friend.

I share a quick look with Scott. I have I feeling I do know where he came from.

"Are you trying to kill him?" Scott's eyes widen and I'm pretty sure mines did too.

Of course he's trying to kill him, Allison. He's the hunter.

"No, no, of course not; he just ran out of the driveway," Mr Argent insists.

I take my phone and text Stiles a quick "Found him x" trying not to overthink if writing an "x" at the end of the text counts as friendly. I got serious issues to deal with right now.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm sorry," Scott finally says.

"Are you okay?" Allison insists. Oh my God, she's the one in love and not me, that's obvious.

"Yeah, yeah...I'm fine, I swear," Scott says. He can automatically heal, of course he's fine.

Allison looks at me for a fraction of time and I bet she's wondering why I look like I don't care about him one bit.

It's because he can heal, but I'm pretty sure I already mentioned that.

"Sorry...your car," Scott keeps saying things and I really wish he could just shut up. I can tell he's nervous as hell but why wouldn't he? Hunter or not, this is still Allison's father. "I was just coming to say hi," he then lies to Allison.

Bullshit.

I would have liked to take a picture of Mr Argent's reaction at the scene going on in front of him.

I shake my head at Scott because he's fucking cute. If things go well, I'm pretty sure Allison will be his first big love.

"Yeah, yeah, completely," they both help him to stand up and he basically leans on me. I pass his arm around my shoulders and let him rest while he heals.

"I should go, I have a...um, lacrosse game to get to," as soon as he says this, my grip on his hoodie tightens and I hope no one noticed. I thought he wasn't playing, what the fuck?! "You still coming, right?"

"Of course I'm coming," Allison replies all flirty.

"We both are," Papa Argent interrupts their smiling contest.

I am thankful that he did, because it was getting a bit awkward with Scott all over me.

Mr Argent pats his shoulder and they get inside.

"Are you okay?" I ask him when he's able to support himself again.

"Yeah, I said it like five times," Scott replies.

"That was bullshit, Scott!" I exclaim. "I meant if you're wolfs bane okay? What happened to you?"

"I was going to kill you both, okay!" Scott whispers. "Wolfs bane made me shift; I don't know how to control it! And what you said didn't make sense," he adds.

"I know someone who does know how to control it," I mumble. "But we got him on jail, so he isn't an option. You won't play, Scott, we discussed about this right after you tried to kill Stiles."

"It's not like you two aren't going to die, I mean, you make stupid things such as getting in the same car as the man who killed that girl and cut the body in two!" he is getting angry, and if I don't stop him, he'll kill me right here and now with his little werewolf claws.

"Fine, okay. Go and play your stupid game; but when you kill someone, I'm just going to pray that it's someone I don't like. Later, McCall," and with that I get inside to join Allison.

"Is he your brother?" Mr Argent asks me when I get inside.

"No, not really," I shrug; I don't want to talk about Scott McCall right now. "He is my not too smart best friend."

"I'm pretty sure he's really smart," Allison defends him.

"Whatever, Allison; if you only knew..." I drag the words and Papa Argent gives me a look. "It doesn't matter; let's go get ready for the game."

At the mention of the game, she blushes and we can go back upstairs.

That was close enough.