The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Seven ꕥ

"Scott's coming over?" I ask Allison smugly, "Tonight?"

"We're just studying together." Allison says innocently causing me and Lydia to smirk more.

"'Just studying' never ends with just studying." Lydia explains, "It's like getting into a hot tub, somebody eventually cops a feel."

"Well, so what are you saying?" Allison asks curiously, leaning on her locker as a group of freshmen pass.

"I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up."

At Allison's confused face I chuckle and say, "Hello, snow white! Do it with him with a condom."

To say Allison's face was priceless was an understatement, "Are you kidding? After one date?"

"Don't be a total prude." Lydia says and I finish, "Give him a little taste."

"Well, I - I mean, how much is 'a little taste'?" Allison asks, looking incredibly doe eyed.

"Oh, God. You really like him, don't you?" Lydia asks and I make an "awe" sound.

"Well - He's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan: no boyfriends till college." Allison states, "I just move too much. But then I met him, and he was different. I - I don't know. Can't explain it."

"I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine." Lydia says as if she was relaying common knowledge.

Allison looks at her then me, surprise evident in her eyes, "What?"

"I'll tell you what to do. When is he coming over?" Lydia asks, a plan forming in her head

"Right after school." Allison replies.

Lydia makes a humming sound and I can tell she is displeased with the fact that Allison will have no time to change. "So all you have to do is study with him for a little bit." She tells Allison as they begin to walk away, leaving me alone at my locker.

"Hetha!" A frantic voice says from beside me.

I turn and see Stiles bent over panting, his arms flailing. "You're never going to guess what Scott found out."

"What?" I ask, turning around to open my locker.

"There's an alpha who isn't Derek." He pants, "And he is making a pack, which you two are supposed to be in."

"I know." I say calmly, patting Stiles on the head.

"But that isn't the wors- Wait how do you know?"

"I was with Derek when Scott came."

"You were what?!" Stiles hisses, throwing his arms in the air and effectively dropping his books on the ground.

"I went to Derek's." I state again.

"Why the hell were you with Derek?!"

"I went to the hospital again, in omen form," I pause, happy with the name I came up with for what happens to me, "And Derek was there as well."

"So why were you with him?"

"Well the bus driver died and it hurt really bad, and Derek took me back to his house and told me about the alpha."

Stiles sputters something unintelligible before he pushes me into the locker, towering over me.

"Don't talk to Derek." He insists, narrowing his eyes at me.