Stella Argent - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 4

I sighed, realizing that arguing further would be futile. "Ugh, fine. I'll go, but if the cops come, every Argent for themselves," I said with a half-hearted laugh, trying to mask my apprehension.

"Deal," Allison agreed, chuckling a little in response.

Together, Allison and I made our way back home, sneaking through the familiar streets of Beacon Hills. As we walked, my mind began to drift, and memories of my past flooded my thoughts. I couldn't help but dwell on the absence of my mother, the uncertainty surrounding my father's identity, and the tragic loss of my aunt. The feeling of being abandoned, of everyone gradually slipping away from me, weighed heavily on my heart. Glancing over at Allison, who was engrossed in an episode of Family Guy, a bittersweet smile playing on her face, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of comfort amidst the chaos.

"Allison," I whispered softly, catching her attention. She turned to look at me, and I mustered the courage to voice my insecurities. "Can you make me a promise? Promise me that you'll never leave me, like so many others have."

Allison rose from her position and enveloped me in a warm hug, reassuring me with her presence. "I promise, Stella," she said, her smile offering solace and comfort.

"I love you," I declared, my voice filled with genuine affection.

Her response was immediate and heartfelt. "I love you too."

We resumed our activity of watching television together, the weight of my fear gradually dissipating in the warmth of our shared love. However, after some time, I decided to go upstairs to take a shower. As I ascended the stairs, I heard Allison say something, which struck me as odd since I was already halfway up the stairs. Ignoring the peculiarity, I continued to my room, but once again, I heard her voice.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I called out from upstairs, "Allison, did you say something?"

"No" she yelled back, her response carrying through the house.

As I made my way upstairs, the strange phenomenon of still hearing Allison's voice nagged at my curiosity. It was unsettling to hear her as if she were right next to me, even though I had ascended well beyond the halfway point. The persistent question of how this was possible gnawed at my mind, leaving me with an unshakable sense of unease. In search of answers, I decided to turn to the one person I knew who would always be annoyingly honest—Stiles. Luckily I already knew where he lived because Allison would give him rides if his Jeep isn't working when I arrived at Stiles' house. Parking my car, I approached the front door and knocked, eager to delve into the mystery that had unsettled me. Stiles opened the door, his surprise evident on his face as he registered my unexpected presence.

"What are you doing here, Argent?" Stiles inquired, clearly taken aback by my unexpected visit.

"Not now, Stilinski," I snapped, brushing past him with a sense of urgency.

"Hey, I didn't say you could come in..." Stiles protested, but I didn't have the patience to entertain his objections. Frustrated, I swiftly punched him on the arm, causing him to wince in pain.

"Owww. Okay, okay, chill. You can come in anytime," he conceded, rubbing his arm.

Seizing his arm, I pulled him upstairs to his room, shutting the door behind us. As I stared at the closed door, my thoughts circled back to the peculiar events that had unfolded earlier, and my heart began to race.

Stiles, noticing my distress, asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"This morning, while I was in my room getting ready, I looked at my hands, and they had transformed into claws," I began, my voice trembling. "And tonight, just a little while ago, I heard Allison mumbling something about it being funny, but the strange part is that I was upstairs in my room."

My heart pounded faster in my chest, and I struggled to catch my breath. "I don't know what's happening," I admitted, my words heavy with fear.

Stiles pulled me into a comforting hug, offering reassurance. "It's probably just the whole supernatural thing," he suggested.

"Why did you come to me?" Stiles asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

I glanced at him, feeling a mix of confusion and uncertainty. "What do you mean?"

"You could have called Scott or Lydia, but you came to me instead," he pointed out.

"I don't know," I muttered, the truth of my decision eluding me at that moment.

Today was the day of Allison's wild plan of breaking in the bank

"Okay, let me rephrase it then: Every Argent for themselves," I smirked, emphasizing the playfulness of my remark.

Allison responded with an exaggerated eye roll, clearly unimpressed by my attempt at humor.

"I heard you the first time," she replied, her tone laced with mild exasperation.

A/N Sorry this was a short chapter