𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 [1]

mint chocolate or caramel?

Austin watches in shock as Ryder shakes her head in displeasure. He takes the spoon out of her hand, scooping up a good amount of ice cream, shoving it in his mouth as if to prove a point.

"It's delicious, Ry."

"Ry?" She repeats, her right brow raising.

"Can I not call you that?" He begins to panic, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"No, it's okay. I like it."

The blue eyed boy stares at the girl across from him, smiling softly at her. The girl returning the gesture, her eyes almost as bright as his.

Ryder fiddles with rings on her fingers, a nervous feeling spreading through her chest. She both liked and hated the feeling she got when she was around Austin. Though, it kind of freaked her out that she was suddenly so nervous around someone she just met a few days ago.

Austin, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel excited when he was around Ryder. He could only hope she felt the same way around him. He watched the way her hands fiddled with the silver rings on her fingers.

The two sat in comfortable silence. Only looks being shared between the two, failing to notice the lingering red eyes that stared at them from outside.

•••

Monday was a drag.

Austin sat in the bleachers, waiting patiently for Ryder to show up, when a voice outside of the locker room catches his attention.

"Did you apologize to Allison?"

The boy, who learned was named Scott, answered, "Yeah."

"Is she giving you a second chance or—"

"Yeah."

"Yeah! All right. So everything's good."

"No."

no? why no? Austin thought to himself. If you had asked him, he would've thought that a second chance from a girl you liked was a good thing.

"No?" Stiles wondered.

Scott looks around, failing to notice the boy above him was silently listening to their conversation, "Remember - The hunters. Her dad is one of 'em."

hunters? as in animal killers? Austin frowns.

Stiles' eyes widen, "Her dad?"

"Shot me—"

"Allison's father?" Stiles repeats.

Scott nods, "With a crossbow."

"Allison's father—"

Scott's voice raises slightly, "Yes! Her father! Oh, my God."

"No, Scott. Snap back. You okay? Hey, all right? He didn't recognize you, right?"

The Stilinski's eyes glance over to Austin, himself and Scott starting their walk to the field when he spotted him.

"No. N - no. I don't think so.

"Does she know about him?"

"Oh, yeah. I don't know. What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man."

Stiles quickly tries to reassure the boy, "Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay, here, Scott. Take this. Take this, and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah?"

Scott sighs, "Lacrosse."

"Here we go!" Stiles pats his friend shoulders, pumping him up before clumsily following behind him.

Neither of them realizing that a certain new kid managed to catch their entire conversation.

Austin sat there in shock and confusion. The former being seen on his face. There was only one thought going through his mind,

Allison's dad tried to kill Scott? Why?

His thoughts are cut off by the sound of a soft voice.

"Hey, sorry i'm late. Apparently you're supposed to show up to detention on time, i didn't realize that was thing. But they let me out early because Harris hated— what's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong." His eyes snap to her, "I'm okay."

"Are you sure—?"

"No, actually. What's the deal with Scott McCall?"

"Scott?" She frowns. "He's a weirdo. Both him and Stiles. Did he tell you something?"

"No, no, of course not." He reassures, "I just heard him and that Stiles kid talking about something. It was weird."

"What were they talking about?" She asked, sitting next to him, making sure to keep a good distance.

Ryder honestly could care less about what Scott and Stiles were talking about, but if Austin felt the need to tell her then she wouldn't stop him. Though after hearing Austin explain the conversation, she couldn't help but be intrigued.

"Allison's dad shot Scott?"

"Shot at." Austin corrects.

The sigh she let out could be mistaken as disappointed, "He didn't connect?"

Austin chuckles, his eyes moving towards the field, narrowing at the way Scott seems to be struggling to keep up. He turns back to Ryder when her soft voice cuts through the air.

"I had fun last week."

"Really?" His eyes brighten, "I did too, though I still feel like your taste in ice cream is horrendous."

"Oh, really? And mint chocolate chip isn't?"

"No, actually. Your caramel catastrophe was worse."

"Wow." She scoffs, before she can respond, she notices how Scott runs off the field and towards the locker room, Stiles not too far behind him.

"What'd i say?" She starts, "Weirdos."