Coup De Foudre ➵ Allison Argent (1)

Twenty-three

Her eyes widen. "W-What?"

"From the way she looked, she did not seem happy." I continue and she pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'll go tell Scott now, but don't worry about everything else. Enjoy it with Matt." I point to the boy who was watching us with a confused expression.

She nods and I quickly follow to where Scott ran off in the hallway. I see that it led outside and see him looking around cautiously.

"Scott," I call out as I ran to him. "I have to tell you something. Victoria is--"

Immediately I hear a car engine and soon enough, Scott crashes into me as we fall to the ground, accidentally slamming my head on the floor.

My vision begins to blur at my surroundings and I manage to see that Scott was knocked unconscious. The familiar heels clicking on the pavement inched close to us and the next thing I knew, I felt myself being dragged from the ground.

I mean if I had the strength to, I would've gotten up but the back of my head hurt like hell to even try.

I feel us stop moving but then feel my body being lifted onto what felt like a chair. The ropes were tied around my chest and hands, holding me down so I wouldn't get up.

I blink a few times and see a table in front of me with Scott sprawled on top of it. He was barely waking up with pure confusion as to what was happening.

Someone comes from behind me and I see it was Allison's mom holding a vial in her hands.

"You two probably recognize this device." She says as my eyes trail to the cannabis vaporizer she placed beside Scott. "Pot used to be smoked in a rolled-up piece of paper. These days it seems like all you kids are given a free vaporizer with your medicinal marijuana card."

She brings the vial to her nose, sniffing it with a smile. "Hmm, this type of wolfsbane is one of my favorites. Lovely smell." She places it inside the device. "Scott, you probably won't think so."

She places it into some kind of machine and immediately was met with some horrible smell.

"What are you doing?" He questions, seeing the smoke come out of the device.

"Isn't it obvious?" She asks before breaking her smile to form a glare. "I'm killing the both of you."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm human." I glare and she nods slowly.

"Yeah well, it's going to look like an accident." She replies and holds a rope out to me. "Like you couldn't face the world anymore and did what you thought was best. For Scott, an asthma attack and he couldn't reach for his inhaler in time."

I notice that he started to breath heavier than normal as the fumes started to get stronger.

"School records show, Olivia, that you only had your mom instead of both of your parents throughout your school years and she thought it was best for you to see the guidance counselor up until the end of middle school." She says, making me clench my jaw.

Scott groans out in pain and I see his claws starting to extend which causes Victoria to smirk in satisfaction.

"Looks like it's working."

"Please, don't kill him" I plead. He tries to push himself up but she kicks his side, making him roll off the table.

"Not so fast." She remarks as Scott rolls on his back and I try to move in my chair.

"Leave him alone!" I yell but instead, she laughs at my expression.

"There's an alpha, a pathetic beta," She kicks Scott in the back and turns to me. "but what are you, Olivia? Some girl that's really desperate to find friends? Always trying to look out for your mom but never yourself? It's a shame you're a coward."

She walks behind me and wraps it around my throat, causing me to shake further in the chair, trying to pull my hands from the restraints.

"Just face the facts you'll always be alone." She whispers and I shake my head frantically.

"She's..." Scott mumbles but I couldn't hear the end of what he said.

Victoria looks down at the boy as he slowly rose his head up. "What?" She questions and he looks up into the ceiling.

"I said," He clears his throat. "she's not alone." He pants.

He roars at the top of his lungs which rattles the walls but then collapses back on the ground, his eyes closing once more. Victoria pulls the rope tighter around my neck, causing my vision to blur.

I felt my throat starting to burn from trying to breathe again but I could only mutter one more sentence before I lost my breath.

"T-Tell Allison, I-I-I'm sorry." I manage to whisper before my eyes begin to feel heavy.

The doors burst open which causes Victoria to release the rope she had around my throat. I let out an airy cough and look up, seeing Derek look around frantically but stumbles a bit as soon as he breathes in the air.

Instantly, Victoria comes from behind and stabs him in the back with a knife. Derek turns and grabs her arm then knocks the weapon out of her hands but she retaliates by pushing him against the wall.

I attempt to stand on my feet and push myself to hop. I try this several times until finally, the chair snaps underneath which causes the ropes to undo the knots wrapped in my chest. I yank the ropes off then push myself off the ground.

I hear Derek growl as Victoria tries to hurt him again but I quickly run up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her off of Derek. She attempts to land a punch but he grabs her wrist and pins her against the wall.

She kicks him into me, causing both of us to fall on the ground soon after. She immediately takes off but luckily he was able to stand, despite the wolfsbane smoke still in the air.

Derek and I grab Scott's arms and we lift him up from the ground, dragging him to head outside of the building. Stiles takes notice of us and quickly helps us put him inside the car. I hope in the front seat since Derek was strong enough to hold Scott in place.

"Y-You have to take us to D-Deaton." I rasp out and Stiles nods.

He zooms out of the place, possibly breaking all the speed limits as we drove through the streets. I reach to touch my neck, cringing at the new marks the rope left.

"Are you okay, Olivia?" Stiles asks.

"Physically or Mentally?" I rasp out with a cough which causes him to snicker.

"If you still can be sarcastic, that means you're still okay."

I roll my eyes. "Just drive."