#calloftheargents

ALLISON.

“Jackson,” she murmured as a sleepy smile rested on her face. It was a surprise to see him at her door, but not an unwelcome one.

It hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing for Allison lately, but at this point that came with the territory. She wasn’t exactly sure what Jackson really wanted, but if he had come all this way… She could probably sneak him up to her room to talk.

What her dad didn’t know couldn’t give him a heart attack. He had enough opinions on Scott McCall and Scott had been the sweetest guy she’d ever brought home– but this wasn’t Scott, this was Jackson. It wasn’t the soft smiling boy in her class; this was an outspoken guy she hadn’t fully figured out. But it wasn’t like that. This was strictly platonic; she wasn’t in a stable enough place to let someone in like she had let in Scott. Not now. But it wouldn’t kill her to be a good friend.

Smiling sweetly, she spoke up one last time.

“Do you want to come inside?”

“Is your dad home?” Jackson shut his eyes, already feeling like a jackass for the way that came out, “I...I didn’t mean it like that.”

Jackson wouldn’t admit his own fear, but Chris Argent was a pretty scary guy. He wasn’t big, loud and scary. It’s not like he was jacked and could crush Jackson like a orange between his arms. 

No, Chris Argent was the complete opposite and that was even scarier. 

The guy was quiet, but the way he looked at you made you feel like he was scanning you from the inside out or something. Jackson probably had more mass on the guy, but Mr. Argent could probably snap his arm in half in two seconds flat.

Oh, and Jackson knew about the weapons he kept. Allison’s parents were total hard asses. Jackson had a feeling that Mr. Argent was the type to make teenage boys who snuck into his house late at night very acquainted with his collection.

“I just don’t want him to kick my ass.”

SOME TEXT MEME (accepting) || @calloftheargents

[ sms — Allison A. ] The answer is still no.

[ sms — Allison A. ] I'm not doing it.

[ sms — Allison A. ] I can't be bought, Allison.

[ sms — Allison A. ] But nice try. I appreciate the hustle.

Erica was having fun with her new shewolf persona. It was fun to finally feel like the one with the power, to have people respect her rather than laugh. It was an insane rush of power and she was going to use it as much as she could. Sure, she wasn’t super happy about messing with Allison and Scott, but if that was the price she had to pay for being a part of Derek’s pack then she would.

Speaking of, as she was lost in thought Erica picked up the scent of the hunter down the hallway. Time to get up in her face as per usual. She stalked down the hallway until she reached Allison looking through her locker and leant against the locker right beside her. “Hello Katniss, shot any birds lately?”

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Finstock put a hand on Allison’s shoulder and motioned for her to sit down. “Look. I don’t know what you guys are going through  and i’m sure I wouldn’t understand if you tried to tell me but, just because you’re not afraid to die doesn’t mean other people aren’t afraid of losing you.” 

Usually he liked to keep it light with his students but, he could tell by the expression on Allison’s face that she was serious.

@calloftheargents​ said:  ❝ Viscaria - Will you Dance with Me? ♡, Allison  ❞

YEARS had passed, but from the look in her eyes, Allison was still hung up on Scott McCall. It was pitiful, watching the way her wistful eyes followed Scott and his new bride Kira as they waltzed across the dance floor as Mr. and Mrs. McCall. Jackson couldn’t pinpoint whether he thought Allison was strong or a complete idiot for showing up. Obviously, there was some unresolved feelings lurking underneath her porcelain features. If she needed him to dance with her to get her mind off of it, he figured it was the least he could do.

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