Bend The Rules , Stiles Stilinski ² ✓

[ 17 ] you trynna kill me, argent?

"It was good, it happened because.... because the time was right, and that's it, k?" Aspen tried to sum it all up, partially telling the truth, partially lying to herself.

"Fine." Allison sighed back, "Are you going to the recital later?" she added, changing the subject.

"Probably, yeah." Aspen shrugged, "Are you?"

"My dad doesn't really want me to." Allison answered honestly.

"Well, if anyone dies, I'll be sure to let you know." Aspen said half-jokingly, not aware of how not-a-joke that was.

"Anyone ever told you you can be super morbid sometimes?" Allison raised her brows at her.

"I guess it's a side effect of every single family member being either dead or a psychopath." Aspen said way too casually, as Allison's face fell in worry at her words.

Aspen noticed this, and immediately wanted to go back in time and rip the words out of her mouth. She didn't want to unload all of her problems on Allison. She didn't want to unload them on anyone—it made her feel like a burden.

"Anyway," Aspen added with a sigh, standing up from the bed, desperate to get away from the conversation she nearly opened up, "Now that I know you're okay, I should head back to school."

"Are you sure?" Allison spoke, her voice softer now, "I mean, you could stay and we could talk—"

"I'm okay." Aspen cut her off, trying to convince her of the words she didn't even believe herself, "Really, I am."

She didn't wait for Allison to rebuttal with anything, so she went straight for the window again, ready to climb down it all Flynn Ryder-style.

"Oh, and one last thing," Aspen spoke with the door in her grip, a teasing smirk growing on her lips, "You look hot with a dagger."

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Aspen got back to the school quickly— having stolen Stiles' jeep to drive over to the Argent's apartment. She made it back in time for English class— which was slowly becoming one of her dreaded lessons. She hated this new teacher, no matter how fond Derek might be of her. She was creepy, and Aspen liked to trust her gut when it came to impressions of people.

She missed Miss Roads, the teacher who actually gave a damn about her students.

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes..." Jennifer spoke to the class, "All tools the writer uses to tell their story."

She then roamed around the desks, stopping at Aspen's when she looked down and saw a page filled with writing on it, furrowing her brows at the sight.

"Aspen, I wasn't aware you took a real interest in English?" she said to the brunette, which made the girl audibly scoff.

"That's because you're a crappy teacher, Miss Blake."

Jennifer stiffened, knowing that the normal thing for a teacher to do after receiving a comment like that from a student would be to send them to the principal's office. But she brushed it off, having bigger fish to fry than sending the girl to the principal's office. She had slightly more dramatic plans for Aspen Carter than that.

"Well..." Miss Blake sighed, shaking the comment off as she returned to the front of the classroom, "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying "jump the gun" is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or, a phrase like, "seeing the whole board..."

"Like chess?" Stiles spoke up from his seat beside his girlfriend.

"That's right, Stiles." said Jennifer, "Do you play?"