Chapter 8
Eventually the joints are all done and Stiles if going through Lydia's purse while Allison it drawing something on Scott's arm and Derek is watching the clouds outside.
"Why do you need so much stuff?" Stiles asks playing with an eyelash curler.
"Why do you talk so much?" Lydia asks back.
"I don't like silence," Stiles answered without hesitation.
"I don't like to be unprepared," Lydia answered his question back.
Allison was finishing making an arrow on Scotts bicep when scott speaks, "You're really good at that."
Allison bluches, "Thanks. I like art. And arrows."
"You do archery?" Scott asked.
Allison nods, "Yup, it keeps me close to my mom. It calms me down."
"Thats nice," Scott says, "When I need to calm down I go to the vets and play with the animals."
"Aww!" Allison says with a giggle.
Scott giggles back.
"What do you need to calm down from?" Scott asks.
"Everything? My dad, school, the move," Allison shifts uncomfortably.
"I get that," Scott says.
"I doubt you do," Allison says closing off for some reason.
"You don't know me!" Scott defended himself.
"I don't really need to, do I? You're a jock who does what others do so that you fitr in. So you're not left out. The only reason you came and smoked with us is because you didn't want to be the odd one out," Allison says.
"Why are you being such a bitch?" Scott asks crossing his arms.
"Im not. Im just stating a fact. Something you seem to have to learn. You need to think for yourself. Not do what makes you cool," Allison finishes.
Scott is silent for a moment before quietly saying, "You're right."