Coup De Foudre ➵ Allison Argent (1)

Eleven

"I vividly remember bleeding on the ice, Allison," I say and point to my side. "He and Erica both did it."

"I don't understand how it's already healed then, it doesn't make sense."

"Whatever Scott's boss did, maybe it sped up the process. You said he knew stuff about that supernatural, right?"

"Must be some hell of medicine for it to work that fast." She says, lifting my shirt more to get a better look at my hip.

"Uh...hello?" Scott's voice interrupted.

I unmute the call. "Sorry. Stiles came to our table again."

"Oh. Anyway, can you--" He stops talking and we heard the same footsteps in the background then a locker slam.

"She says...has to be...office." Stiles pants loudly.

"Ask her if she can get the book," Scott says and we hear his footsteps take off again. "Can you?" He asks again.

"Not without his keys," Allison responds then looks at me with a knowing look.

"No, no, no. Don't drag me into going with you to talk to Gerard. He was creepy to me on the first day!" I whine, making Scott chuckle.

"All I need to do is distract him at the lacrosse game while you get the bestiary." She says but I shake my head.

"I doubt your grandfather is stupid enough to just hand you his keys," I say and we hear Stiles's footsteps running to us again. "Alright Scott, we'll talk later."

"Bye." He says before he hangs up the phone.

Stiles leans over on our table, breathing hard to catch his breath. I grab my bag from the floor and take out an inhaler, thankfully that I kept for emergencies, and hand it to Stiles.

He snatches it from my hands and presses the button, inhaling the puff. He stands up straight and looks at Allison.

"You know drug dealers have been using disposable cellphones pretty successfully for years." He manages to say in one breath until he coughs.

"My parents check every call, email, and text message I send. Trust me, they would find it." Allison says and Stiles sighs.

"Alright, can you get the book?" He asks.

"We need his keys," I say and he nods. "Also we've been talking to Scott the whole time."

"What?!"

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"You don't have to come with me. You should enjoy this night off." I say as my mom walks with me to the field. "Besides, lacrosse might be boring for you since you're not a fan of sports."

"Neither are you, yet here you are." She says, adjusting the beanie on my head.

"That's because Allison and I are supporting Scott and Stiles." I lie as we get closer to the field.

"Are you sure? Didn't seem like it this morning with you two cuddled up in bed together." She says and my eyes widen.

I scoff. "It wasn't like that, we're friends. Besides, she's dating someone."

"Anyway, I want to use this as a chance to meet your friend's parents. I already met Melissa at the hospital, so maybe this time I'll probably become friends with Allison's parents." Trust me you don't want to.

"I guess," I mutter and see Allison already sitting with Gerard. "Come on, we're already late."

After muttering to several people 'excuse me' as we walk in front of them to get to where Allison and her grandfather sat.