𝔼𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕒 | 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐢 [Teen Wolf] ¹ ✔️

𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

"𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙

𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨"

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After our first few classes, the Allison and I went to look for their lockers, which are next to each other. I was talking about our chemistry teacher Mr. Harris who seemed to be an asshole but Allison was too distracted looking at something behind the brunette. I turned around to see Puppy Dog Eyes.

I looked at him before smiling at Allison, "He is cute, ya know," I said as I leaned against the lockers, "And he is definitely into you."

Allison snapped out of her reverie as she looked at me with wide eyes, "What? No. I mean. He is cute. But I just came here and I sai-," I cut her off.

"Wow, Ali. Chill," I laughed, turning to open my locker, "No need to stress. I won't tell."

Allison sighed in relief guiltily smiling, "Thanks. You really are a good friend."

I smirk to herself, "I know."

"That jacket is absolutely killer," I heard my sister's voice, "Where'd you get it?"

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco," Allison answered.

"And you're my new best friend," Lydia smiled.

I hugged Allison before joking, "I found her first."

Just then Jackson walked up, "Hey, Jackson," Lydia smiled before pulling him down and kissing him. I tried not to gag at the sight of my sister sucking Jackson's face.

Allison and I awkwardly stood watching each other silently gagging before Lydia pulls away, "So, this weekend, there's a party."

"A party?" Allison asked, completely uninterested.

"Yeah, Friday night. You should come," Jackson nodded wrapping an arm around Lydia.

I looked at Lydia with a frown, "Do I-"

"Yes," Lydia cut Ariel off.

"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks though," Allison lied. I wasn't completely sure but, I didn't remember Allison mentioning anything about the family night when we were discussing hanging out.

"Wish I had a family night," I muttered causing Lydia to jab me in the ribs with her elbow, a smile still painted on her face as she listened to Jackson brag about his upcoming game. Ow, Lydia.

"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage," Jackson continued.

"You mean like football?" Allison asked.