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The next morning, Evelynn found herself being dragged down the hall towards English class by none other than Stiles Stilinski. She was confused, it seemed like he had been ignoring Scott, and when Evelynn questioned why, Stiles would change the subject.
Arriving to class, Stiles pushed Evelynn behind him, practically sitting her down on the desk. She let out a sigh and took out her notebook. She rummaged through her bag and mentally cursed herself when she noticed she didn't have a single pen in her pouch.
"Do you have a pen I could borrow?" She questioned Scott, who had taken the seat behind her, with a sweet smile. Scott rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless as he searched through his backpack, pulling out a black inked pen. "Thanks."
"Is he still not talking to me?" Scott questioned Evelynn, motioning towards Stiles who was eavesdropping on his two friends. Evelynn shook her head. Scott let out a sigh.
"What happened between the two of you?" She whispered, knowing fully well that he'd hear her.
"I'll tell you about it later. Switch with me." Evelynn bit her lip, and nodded before gathering her stuff. She stood up along with Scott and the two switched seats. She sat in Scott's former seat and watched as Scott tried to talk to Stiles, although Stiles was being stubborn.
"Can you at least if your dad's okay? I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? You know I feel really bad about it, right?" Scott fired question after question towards his best friend who looked like he was fighting with himself internally.
"Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and that I went to Derek for help?" Scott questioned. Evelynn raised her eyebrow once Scott had mentioned Derek and wondered when the hell the two had decided to form alliances.
"If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you." Stiles muttered in response, looking straight forward. A few seconds passed by and Evelynn grinned when Stiles had turned around, his curiosity winning over his anger. "What did he say?"
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"The what of who?" Lydia asked during lunch as the three girls -Evelynn, Allison and Lydia- sat together at a table talking over the Argent's family history.
"The beast of Gevaudan. Listen. A quadruped wolf-like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La Bête killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the King Louie the 15th sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it." Allison read.
"Boring." Lydia interrupted. Evelynn chewed on her bottom lip, a bad feeling settling in her stomach as Allison continued on reading about the Argent history. It was like Allison was just a few clues away from finding out about her family really does and what they do to werewolves.
"Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of satan."
"Still boring." Evelynn replied, interrupting this time. Lydia who sat beside her nodded whilst Allison ignored and continued reading.
"Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesony child."
"Slipping into a coma bored."
"While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape-shift into a man-eating monster."
"Any of this have anything to do with your family?" Evelynn questioned, pretending to play dumb even though she knew very well how everything had to do with the Argent's.
"It is believed that la Bête was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature. His name was Argent." Allison finished.
"Your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?" Lydia shrugged.
"Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture. What does it look like to both of you?" Allison flipped the book over and showed it to the two girls that were sitting in front of her. Evelynn had instantly regretted looking at the picture, the first thing that had captured her attention was the red eyes. The same red eyes that were haunting her non stop, barely giving her a blink of sleep. Allison noticed the two teenage girls were stuck in some kind of trance and began to call them out.
"Lydia? Evelynn? Lydia, Evelynn." The two girls snapped away from the trance and looked at Allison who held a worried expression.
"It looks like a big wolf. See you in history." With that, the strawberry blonde had gathered her stuff and had rushed out of the cafeteria, leaving the two brunettes at the table in complete silence. Evelynn let out a sigh and looked behind her, seeing Scott stupidly hiding his face behind a book. She rolled her eyes and turned back around to face Allison who was way into her book.
"I'll catch up with you later." Evelynn stated and got up, not bothering to wait for Allison to reply. Not like she was going to get one anyway. She walked quickly towards the table Scott and Stiles were sitting and pulled up a chair.
"The book is making it way too obvious that you're ignoring her." Evelynn stated, taking some of Stiles food from his tray and ignored his complain. "Besides, she's reading, anyway."
"So did you come up with a plan yet?" Scott questioned, looking over the side of the book. Evelynn rolled her eyes once again at Scott. He was so obvious.
"I think so." Stiles responded.
"Does that mean you don't hate me now?" Scott questioned once again.
"No. But your crap has infuriated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek." Evelynn snickered quietly at Stiles' star war's reference.
"Yeah, you teach me."
"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda."
"Yeah..you be my Yoda." Scott restated.
"Your Yoda I will be." Stiles said using a different tone. "I said it backwards."
"Yeah, we know." Evelynn stated.
"Alright, you know what? I definitely still hate you. Ahaha, oh yeah."
