chapter nine, she hates me

                                    

                                          
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"this is going to be impossible, you know?" 
scott mccall and stiles stilinski was walking through the high school halls, talking about how to get the necklace from allison, whilst the upside was the fact that the older argent didn't want to have anything to do with him.
"why don't you ask her for it?" stiles then asks.
"she won't talk to me." scott sighs out.
"it's easy! you just say–––'hey, allison, can i borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or or in it that can lead me to an alpha werewolf that i need to kill in order to get back together with you'?" stiles grins.
scott sighs out, looking over at stiles with an irritated look. "you're not helping." 
"i wasn't trying to since you did kiss my girlfriend." stiles still seemed a little upset, then his expression turning into one of confusion. "who by the way has some kind of strange occurrence going on with her."
"i said, i was sorry!" 
"sure, whatever." stiles rolls his eyes, him then sighing out.
"so, what are you going to do now?" stiles then asks.
scott opens his mouth to say something, his eyes then connecting with the sight of addison, who was walking towards them.
"hey, addie-." scott was saying with a smile. "oh." the mccall's smile was soon washed away, seeing a scowl on her face, glaring at him.
"hi, stiles." addison smiles.
addison then soon walked away, leaving both boys alone.
"about the whole accident thing-." scott was saying in confusion.
"she's acting like it never happened." stiles then sighs out.
"so–––you saw her eyes glowing? didn't you tell her?" scott then asks.
stiles then placed a hand on his shoulder. "how about you focus on getting the necklace of allison, okay?" 
scott anxiously sighs out. "...okay." 
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scott mccall walked into the classroom, him all jittery–––his palms all sweaty, his soft brown eyes then looks around the classroom, him noticing addison sitting in front at the left side of allison, who was sitting in the centre of the classroom–––
the mccall making it his mission to sit with allison, him then going to put his books on the vacant seat, which was the right side of allison.
but, before he could, someone was seen placing their books instead, almost crushing his fingers.
scott's eyes then widened, seeing lydia was the one who had placed their books, her palms pressed against the desk, glaring at the mccall with anger.
lydia faked a smile, smirking wickedly at him. "sit in another row, sweetheart." 
scott's brown eyes then flickers to allison's left, which was behind addison and saw no one sitting there and sighs out, not bothering to talk to lydia, him clenching his jaw tightly.
scott then made a move to sit behind addison, who was focusing on something else, rather than the drama that was going on behind her.
lydia, seeing scott going to take a seat behind addison, latched onto his brown sweater, her nails digging into his back slightly, irritating him. "not there either, lover boy."