❪  → ❜ ✿ ˚₊· ༄ ❫
𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿
  ━━━  the favor !
❝ wait your still being serious, i just thought
maybe you and scott went down the wrong
path and started huffing glue. ❞

    𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 exhausted and made her to the lunchroom. She walked toward the table Allison was sitting at, the brunette saw her expression and asked with a smile, "What's up with you?" The dark-haired girl made a mocking face at her friend while sitting down slightly slamming her lunch tray.

"Stilinski almost ran me over with his busted Jeep this morning. And you know Rod? Rodney Sanders?"

    Allison shook her head stuffing salad in her mouth, her being new didn't give her time to figure out everybody. "He's some asshat who sits next to me, he got transferred into my English class. The guy literally was going on about how the F.B.I. was trying to steal his trash. And I was like leave me the hell alone." The Argent girl let out a small chuckle.

    "I'm glad that you're finding my misfortune humorous. He asked me what my favorite Nirvana song was and literally was on the verge of shitting his pants when I said it was In Bloom." She shook her head in distaste, shivering slightly at the encounter that happened between her classmate.

    She breathed out, "Enough about a kid who has a constant stench of battery acid. What's going on with you and Scott?" Zara pushed a fry into her mouth and locking her gaze with the girl next to her. Allison sighed harshly trying not to find the question that her friend asked effect her. However, it was clearly bad since Allison kept dropping her gaze down to her hands.

   "I don't know, I thought he really liked me. But, he's been all strange and I think he's hiding something from me. I'm not sure though...Everything just feels off—Just off."

    The Sinclair winced feeling awful since Scott was trying kept the Argent girl in the dark, she knew Allison was started having a liking towards the awkward boy. Zara rubbed her shoulder, "I'm pretty sure it's all okay."

    "Yeah, I hope so too." The girl spoke with much defeat.

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    The footsteps of Zara stomped loudly while Scott was at his locker. "Hi." He said with his sweet smile, it was sort of hard to be rude to a kid like him. The girl looked at him unamused as her eyebrows shaped in a villainous way which caused him to be taken aback.

"I'm surprised that Thing Two isn't here with you," She mentioned at the rare sighting that he and Stiles weren't together. Since they always projected the idea that they were inseparable.

    "Anyways, there is a gorgeous girl who is my friend right now who is all sad since some boy is being confusing. You fix whatever you have gone with Allison and quit being so weird. Or else..." She poked his chest at every sentence.

    The McCall boy fiddled with his backpack straps while she talked and asked, "Was that a threat? W-What are you even gonna do?" Not being too phased. He knew those rumors that ran around about made her out to be some criminal, drughead, and a whore but she wasn't ( mostly ) like what people said.

"Yes that was a threat actually...I swear to god Scott will tear you limb for limb if I have too or I will try a little—" She continued.

    "I'm doing the best I can. Okay a-and her dad is—"

    She walked away from him not letting him get a word out, "For the fun of it I might just purposely die so I can haunt you. Or I can go the easy way and your face will be all over missing posters. Probably in a week. Tops...There are so many options, McCall!"

    Someone was approaching behind him, out of the corner of his eye he noticed it was just his best friend. The buzzcut boy leaned on Scott's shoulder and furrowed his brown as his forehead creased. "What was the Ex-Convict doing over here?"

     He referenced the girl and her "past". Scott looked at him strangely with a confused face. The tan boy smiled, "Weren't you the one driving her all around yesterday?"

    "Yeah, yeah. Whatever—"

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Coach blew his whistle to alert his players, "Let's go! One on one from up top!" Somehow Coach managed to force Zara to come to another tryout for lacrosse. The only thing she got out of it was an A Finstock promised for Econ. But, sitting in the terrible Beacon Hills weather getting the same pictures she got the day before was proving to be not worth that A.

"Jackson, take a long stick today. Atta boy!" Coach blew his obnoxious whistle once again as the Whittemore boy scooped up the ball. "That's how you do it! Greenberg, take a lap. Let's go. Faster, Greenberg!"

Coach yet again blew his loud whistle as the infamous captain held on to his lacrosse stick. The boy went to stand his ground and prepared himself to go up against Scott. Zara dozed off for the most part until she heard a loud thud which appeared to be the tan boy. Coach lightly laughed and repeated, "Hey, McCall."

Jackson mockingly asked, "You sure you still wanna be first line, McCall?"

A small laugh still prompted out of Coach Finstock as he walked towards the boy getting up. "My—my grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. You think you can move faster than the—lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

Everyone knew Coach wasn't the sunshine and rainbows kind of guy. He was harsh, blunt, and straightforward and if you were near your death bed from practice he'd just say 'walk it off' which portrayed him to be quite the character. "Yes, Coach..." he replied, the amount of joy the Whittemore boy was feeling at this moment was unimaginable. He finally felt as if the earth was on its right axis.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, Coach." he spoke out seeing that he was not heard the first time.

"Then do it again." Coach spat out harshly. feeling no remorse in him as he put one of his students on the spot.

Scott shook it off and trying to get his head back in the game, he rolled his shoulder feeling the tense stares heading his way. His anger was still rising but he couldn't tell. Finstock announced to player a smirk growing on the mans face, "McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" Both teen boys grounded themselves and prepared again to go head to head. "Let's go!"

If his expression wasn't masked by his helmet it would be clear that his face was contorted with much more than fury, Scott didn't know what it was but this feeling inside him was consumed with rage, he tried to push the feeling away but the more he tried the more it increased. He charged at the blue-eyed teen with all his might, step by step he felt invincible like nothing could stop him. With brute force he ramed into Jackson aggressively.

    Jackson immediately flipped over him. A harsh grunt erupted from him as he grasped his shoulder in pain and for Scott's point of view it look dislocated, the fact that average Scott McCall hurt the Captain of the lacrosse team was just causing more suspicion to grow.

    Though then Scott felt agonized pain and hissed as he grabbed his head. The whole team ran over to Jackson like it was a life-threatening situation. Zara as evil as she was obviously got a picture of the situation, seeing the Whittmore boy in pain was practically like a lottery win in her terms.

"Get me the god damn medkit! Come on one or you useless dipshits, come on! Sinclair! Now!" Finstock wasn't going to risk the injury of his "star player" as he liked to put it so he called for someone reliable. She began biting the inside of her cheek annoyed at the fact that she didn't get to enjoy the situation more. She at least hoped this meant the tryout was over.

    The girl strode towards the locker room and a growl escaped making her pick up her pace in curiosity. Her eyes immediately found Stiles who made a poor attempt to take the fire extinguisher off the wall. She winced slightly as she saw him fumble trying to hold it up.

   The task of getting the supplies from the coach's office for the douchebag they call a captain quickly escaped her mind when she heard huffing and puffing above making her freeze. "What the actual—" A shiver immediately was sent down her spine. He let out more animalistic noises as if the first ones weren't concerning enough.

   "Extinguisher, now! Throw it or something!" She ordered seeing that he was far from a human at the very moment. All of the buzzcut boys' nerves were as high as ever and he anxiously sprayed Scott right as he landed in front of the two. They both in unison rushed out the door and hide behind the wall.

   "Stiles?" A tired voice who they assumed was Scott called out. She looked at him with wide eyes as he seemed as if he was about to go back to the locker room. "Are you insane or are you stupid!? Or both?" Zara whisper yelled to him but he obviously didn't care since ignored her.

   With a heavy breath and sweat practically pouring from him he calmed down. "Stiles, what happened?" His friend entered the room dropping the heavy ( well to him ) fire extinguisher and threw his lacrosse glows to the side being equally as exhausted as the other.

   The Sinclair girl couldn't even begin to imagine a sane answer from the two. "You tried to kill me—"

   "And me!" she waved her hands at the two. Stiles scoffed seeing as she made the situation about herself. "Hello!" She interjected dragging out the end of the o in the sentence.

   The brown-eyed girl caught her breath and asked, "What the hell is going on with you?" Ironically that seemed to be the question everyone was yearning for an answer to. The teen boy made everyone question him one way or the other. He couldn't even give her an answer if he wanted to since he was clueless himself.

   Zara raised a brow, "Are you on drugs? What is it, Oxy, Xanax, Percocet, Fentanyl, PCP, LSD, Coke, Meth, Molly, Crystal Meth?" The girl was just on a tangent of curiosity. "Oh my god, are you doing Black Tar Heroin? Are you trying to kill yourself?!" She got closer to him examining his pupils. He put his head in his hands shaking it worryingly and confused.

The Latino boy felt like his life was somehow going uphill and downhill at the same time. "No! I'm not on anything... I don't even know half the drugs you just named!" He answered in a stressed panic.

   "Well I don't want to be apart of this so figure out your shit, McCall." She pointed to him while the thought of many people on that field being pissed off at her more than usual reminded her to hurry and grab the medkit she came in for at first in Coach's office and exited. She mumbled to herself, "Weirdos..."

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As any other Monday afternoon Zara was stuck working at the bowling alley. The wafting smell of foot sweat and shoe disinfect spray really set the mood for her. Every once in a while some rude customer would think somehow a game of pins falling after getting hit by a rock hardball was rigged but at least it was less boring than the 4 to 10 she was working that day.

Her phone started buzzing in her back pocket in which she decided not to acknowledge, no way in hell was she going to take time out of her break on a measly phone call. Zara handed a couple their shoes and softly said, "Enjoy your game...on lane 9, okay?" A false smile curling up on her pink lips which she has perfected over time. She let out an exhausted sigh as he phone kept on ringing. It wouldn't stop and the girl was on the verge of using it as a bowling ball.

'You've got to be shitting me.'  She let out a bitter laugh as she saw the name flash on her phone screen and surprise surprise it was none other than Stiles Stilinski. "One minute." She signaled to her coworker who gave her a stern look seeing she was taking a phone call during her shift, Zara swiftly left the counter making her coworker huff in annoyance seeing as he has to take her shift form the counter, heading to the break room.

    Answering the phone she hardly brought it up to her ear. "Don't you have anything better to do, asshole!"

"Oh um" he mumbled at the harshness of her tone, "We need to talk about today and—" A voice she recognized to be Scott's was prominent until a rude interruption of his best friend. Stiles assumed the pace they were going at wouldn't work for him so he cut in, "Scott's a werewolf". An eye roll didn't take long to appear on the girls face.

She palmed her forehead in annoyance. "This! Again! I have bills to pay and hours to work, please leave me the hell alone!" She clicked the red phone button hoping that it would send a strong enough signal to the pair of friends. Zara turned off her phone completely knowing they would be persistent and went back to the register.

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    Zara brushed out the wrinkles in her dark-colored jeans as her fishnet tights with little scattered holes that were torn up a button the in washing machine appeared through the uneven rips in her pants as they were held on by small threads. It was a rare occasion when she would get to school early but she somewhat want to put in more of an effort this year and the fact that she made a friend made it a little easier.

    She rested herself on the side of the Beacon Hills Highschool building and slipped out a pack of Newports. The girl wasn't dumb she knew it was a bad habit. Putting the cigarette between her lips pulling the rusty lighter from her pockets.

    Zara took a drag of it as two boys started making their way to her. It was no other than Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. The Sinclair girl thought she could finally catch a break from then but was quickly proved wrong. She saw them murmur words to one another, Zara was never a lip reader so it was hard to make out what they were saying.

"Scott are you sure she's going to be much help."

"Yes! Maybe, I don't know..." he stressed out.

He pointed, "She has a pin on her book bag that says 'A.I. is taking over' and 'pro-male extinction'. I'm sure she won't be much help."

Both of the teen boys appeared quite close to her. "You guys two are like cancer. You know you kill it in one place and it pops up in another." Her soft lips opened from a pout and she blew smoke upwards.

    "We appreciate how highly you think of us." Stiles raised his brow with a tone of sarcasm and a bit of fear. He recently overheard some freshman going on about she had to skin a deer for survival once and ate everything but the antlers, eyes, legs, and all.

    It seemed to be a repeating pattern of trying to convince Zara of whatever was their problem. And they somehow hadn't gotten the clue that she wasn't going to believe that easily. She inhaled from the intoxicating stick that hung from her lips and exhaled away from their faces not trying to have the asthmatic die in front of her.

    "I know you don't want to believe this but I'm a freaking werewolf," The Latino boy voiced while whispering the last part in worry. They both saw her expression went blank as her eyebrows raised. Stiles rubbed his temples.

    "Come on! He had lungs like a 40-year smoker with his asthma and now can all the sudden play lacrosse like a pro after he got bite by some freaky rabid animal."

    "Wait your still being serious, I just thought maybe you and Scott went down the wrong path and started huffing glue." Zara joked pressing the end to her lips and then after a harsh exhale to the side her hand flicked the ashes on the ground below her. The Stilinski boy sarcastically said, "Funny, really funny."

    His friend beside him became distant and spaced out from their conversation immediately being put in a trance by the girl passing by behind them. It was no other than Allison Argent, her soft features and long brown hair had him admiring her beauty but also earned Scott to just be in her presence.

    He interjected, "I'll go catch up with you guys later..." The boy didn't even turn to them for their approval and ran. The buzzcut boy knew he was head over heals for her and this was just the beginning. He looked around making sure he had witnessed incase the girl was to harm him.

    Stiles brought his forehead up from his awkward stare on the ground below him. He bit the inside of his cheek, the two do them naturally didn't get along. At the moment he was just thinking of something to just snap back at her. "The constant smell of cancer is really helping. I guess you've never heard the term 'smoking kills'?" He spat at her as she blew intoxicating smoke away from his face.

"No, did you see it on a bathroom stall or something?"

    He rolled his eyes and switched the topic. "You really think an animal bite heals in 24 hours?"

    "He could be on steroids?"

    "Scott — on sterio — you can believe what you want but a little summers practice give you inhumane stamina and give you the power to tear people's shoulders out of their sockets...he tried to maul us on all fours in the locker room too."

    The Sinclair girl batted her eyelashes at him. "I help you with your little dog problem, Stilinski...If you do me a favor." She considered his offer however they didn't work well with each other.

He clarified scarily rubbing his neck. "Yeah, but not in an "I'm going to make you my prison bitch" kind of way."

She glared at him and flashed him a fake smile because his of comment. He sensed the awkwardness between and she could tell by the way he started to fidget a bit. "You clear my record at the station, I'm all yours," The dark haired girl threw the toxic stick to the ground and brought her boot over it. Smushing it the grass caused a residue to be left on her shoe. The boy was just glad he could finally breath now, holding in cough he didn't even know before subconsciously hoping it would slightly impress her.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄
✧ ༉‧₊˚🗒 ˚ ༘ 🧷 *:･ﾟ 💭 * 𖤐

    this was kind of a filler but hope you liked it.
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