Allison was surprised to see Derek in the middle of school, the only being in the now-empty hallways of Beacon Hills High. Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned to him, closing her locker. Had something happened? “What are you—” she’d began, cut off as he lurched forward, pressing her back into the lockers and placing his lips upon her own. Allison’s eyes widened for a moment, before she let them close, dropping her books as her arms laced themselves around his neck rather tightly, lips holding their own shape against his. After a long moment, she realized her reaction, and blushed, pulling back, hoping he didn’t notice that she had jumped into that kiss with too much enthusiasm. Hands placed against his chest, holding him at a distance. “What the hell was that?”