Stella Argent - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 7

I despise school. It seems like I'm always finding myself in trouble for the dumbest reasons. Today was no exception, as I somehow ended up in detention. I won't go into the details of how I ended up here, but trust me, it's just another ridiculous incident in a long line of them.

To make matters worse, I'm stuck in this cramped closet with Isaac and Allison. The awkwardness is palpable, and it's definitely not a pleasant experience. At first I never understood the hostility between them until she added that she stabbed him with knives about 20 times. I have to admit, as messed up as it sounds, there was a part of me that found it strangely badass. I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride for Allison's audacity.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help but feel the overwhelming awkwardness in this room," I couldn't help but comment, breaking the tension. Both Allison and Isaac rolled their eyes at my statement and went back to whatever they were doing.

"I tried," I muttered to myself, realizing my attempt at lightening the mood had failed.

Suddenly, Allison spoke up, addressing Isaac rather than me. "Can I ask you a question?" she inquired.

"Su-" I began to respond, but she quickly cut me off, making it clear that her question was directed at Isaac.

"Not you, Isaac," she clarified, nodding in his direction.

He let out a frustrated sigh and reluctantly turned to look at her. "Do you have to?" he huffed, clearly annoyed.

Ignoring his reluctance, Allison continued, "I guess not. But I'm going to ask anyway. Did you tell anyone that I was at school the other night?"

Isaac seemed momentarily taken aback by the question. "Oh, was I supposed to?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"It would make me really happy if you didn't," Allison replied with a fake smile, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Isaac's frustration boiled over as he retorted, "Yeah, well... You being happy isn't exactly a top priority of mine, especially considering the fact that you stabbed me... twenty times... with knives." His voice carried a hint of anger and hurt.

"They were actually Chinese ring daggers, but... oh. Sorry," she muttered, realizing her mistake.

Isaac couldn't help but smirk at her apology. "Was that... was that an apology?" he questioned playfully.

A smile tugged at the corners of Allison's lips. "Would you accept an apology?" she asked, her tone filled with a hint of mischief.

Isaac chuckled lightly, contemplating for a moment. "Uh..."

Interrupting their banter, I decided to break the tension. "Well, I'm tired of being stuck in this situation, and I have to watch Pretty Little Liars tonight, so peace out, bitches," I declared, taking a step toward the door. But to my surprise, the door refused to budge.

"What the fuck?" I muttered in frustration, my attempt at an exit foiled.

Allison, noticing my struggle, gently moved me aside and took a closer look at the door. "Uh, maybe it locked from the outside," she speculated, attempting to push the door open.

Isaac joined her, his curiosity piqued. "No, there's something blocking it," he observed, exerting a bit more force. As the door gave way slightly, we caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a soda machine obstructing our exit.

I turned my attention to Isaac, noticing that he was breathing heavily and clearly agitated. Concerned, I approached him. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine worry.

"No," he growled, clearly frustrated with our predicament.

"I think we should all calm down," Allison chimed in, her voice laced with urgency, as she started knocking on the door frantically.