Coup De Foudre ➵ Allison Argent (1)

Six

Olivia's POV:

"Alright, you're dismissed. Remember if you see Isaac Lahey, report it to the principal or call me." Coach instructs but then looks at one of the taller guys next to me. "Except for you Greenberg, don't call me for anything. I'm not kidding, don't call me. In fact, you shouldn't even have my number." Coach scoffs as the girls and boys split off to head to the locker rooms.

As I take off my PE shirt, Allison nudges my side with a grin. "What's got you all suddenly happy?" I ask, tossing my t-shirt inside and grab my grey crop top.

"Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and I were planning to go to this ice skating rink tonight but after hours when it's closed," She says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Good for you?" I question but she rolls her eyes.

"What I mean is that if you want to come with us." She says but I shake my head, making her frown.

"Not my thing," I say then slid off my shorts and tossed them in my locker.

"Is ice skating suddenly too cool for you?" She crosses her arms.

"Oh, no I love ice skating," I say and grab my jeans. "Crashing a double date is not my thing. I barely just met your friends so it would be too weird." I slip on my jeans and grab my vans off the hook.

"You barely met me yesterday and you're comfortable enough to still talk to me!"

"The only reason I talk to you is that I got dragged into your..." I trail and lean close so only she could hear. "crazy supernatural world." I pull away and put on my shoes on each foot with ease.

"It's not even a double date. Stiles and Lydia aren't even dating!" She says as I try to look through my locker for my water bottle.

"From the brief conversation I had with him today, I can see why," I say, causing her to snort. "Also I'd rather not see you and Scott suck faces every five minutes."

"We don't 'suck faces' every five minutes." She argues, using her fingers as air quotations.

"Look, I'll think about it, alright?" I say, causing her to sigh in defeat. I dig through my backpack to look for my water bottle but then realize I left it back at the gym. "If you'll excuse me, I have to get my water bottle at the rock wall that I destroyed you in or else I'll be late for our next class."

She rolls her eyes when I emphasized the word 'destroyed' but continues to change out of her gym clothes. I walk out of the locker room as I tightened the straps to my backpack out of habit.

I push open the gym's double doors and see someone attempting to climb the wall without the harness. My eyes widen, seeing that it was Erica attempting to try to climb the wall.

Her body was starting to shake, similar to earlier and I quickly sprint over to where she was. She instantly releases her grip but somehow I caught her in my arms, causing us to drop on the floor.

My head slams on the wooden floor, but I ignore the pain and carefully place her on her back.

I hear multiple footsteps run to us and see Allison kneel next to me, shock written all over her face.

"Turn her to her side." She ordered Scott and Stiles. The duo pushes Erica on her side but the pain that rushed to the back of my head made me wince.

Allison takes notice and places her hand on my shoulder. "What happened?"

"I came to grab my water and once I walked in, I saw her on the wall again," I explain as I rubbed the back of my head. "Took most of the landing when she fell off."