#aliphisalpha

“So, according to Deaton, I’m sort of in your pack now.” Cordelia states the obvious, before adding. “So, that makes you my Alpha, and since you are my Alpha..” A deep sigh. “I really need your help.”

       She didn’t even show up to last period yet again, not that she cared, because honestly... why would she? So what if she skipped class? No big deal. The girl scoffed, taking a seat in her original spot, texting away with her friends, complaining to them how boring this school was to her. The uniform was even worse, disgusting. She hated the skirts, the shirts----basically dress codes sucked ass. A grin reaches her colored lips, re-reading the reply from her friend. They had texted her ‘how bad is it? lol?’ And the brunette could only think of one word crossing her mind. GREY. Just hidden and FAKE in her eyes, all these preppy idiots, she can’t even deal with them, makes her want to knock herself into a coma.  “Everything is grey.” Speaking in a low careless tone, eyes still glues on the small bright screen--- UNTIL the sound of someone clearing her throat caught her attention. Head slowly looks to who was rudely interrupting her and to her surprise--- it was the one and only, preppy boy; McCall. Nice. Eyebrow is cocked, and she can’t help but snort. “Excuse me, what?” Did he really think she was talking about the uniforms? Sure it’s the school color, she wasn’t stupid? She could oblivious tell since she IS wearing a grey skirt. But that wasn’t the point, the point is.  Why was he talking to her? “Ah--- yeah, okay. First off I wasn’t actually talking about the uniforms. If I were I’d be talking about how lame our uniforms are, second of all... were you eavesdropping on me?” The girl gets up, arms crossed over her chest as she stared up at the taller boy. “I didn’t take you as the type to listen to other peoples’ conversation? Here I thought you were mister goody-goody.” A smirk is seen appearing against her ruby lips, she rolls her chestnut eyes at him.  “What. A. Shock”

          a grin lifts the corner of his mouth as he rest his arm across the other’s shoulders, looking down. ❛ oh, hey. almost didn’t see you all the way down there. ❜

pupbar

           there are tears in his eyes as he picks up the phone, dialing his best friend’s number. he had only just seen him that morning, before he had to go into work, this wasn’t fair. they had plans to live until they were old & grey. now, it was being cut short & stiles didn’t like it for even a second.            scott’s voicemail is what he’s sent to & part of him is glad that he got that instead of actually talking to him, but on the other hand he just wanted to hear his voice one last time before he died. ❛ hey, buddy. it’s me. look, something happened.  i won't go into detail right now, but i told my dad not to call you. i didn't want you to see me like this. i didn't want you to remember me like this. ❜ he sniffles as he wipes at tired eyes, wincing in pain as he moves the wrong way. it wasn't supposed to end this way, not on the job. he'd always pictured himself to die at the hands of the supernatural. ❛ i should probably get going. i just didn't want to leave without- without saying goodbye. i'm always with you, scott. you're my brother & you've still got me. i promise. i love you, buddy. ❜ the voicemail cuts off & out of anger he throws the phone against the wall. if only he had the time to or energy to call him back, to change his mind & want scott there when he goes. he needs his brother, but he was too stubborn to ask for him. now, it's too late.