***Imagine you are a new werewolf in town and Scott’s pack take you, but you like to be the “alpha girl” so don’t always listen to the others The girls don’t like that, but only because they secretly admire you***
It might not exactly go along with the request but I tend to drift off a lot when I write anyway.
You don’t like being told what to do but Scott was the exception. Scott was the Alpha and you would do what he said, he seemed to know what he was doing. But everyone else? No way. You like to be the Alpha Girl and that didn’t exactly work out when you took orders from every single person you met. Generally it meant you gave orders.
You strut towards the library, Scott had called a meeting. You walk in, confidence practically coming off you in waves, you love that feeling. You start towards the pack’s usual spot. Between the shelves of the bookcases, you can see that only the girls are there. They seem to be in the middle of a serious discussion. Feeling a little less confident, you stop and listen, your hearing keen with your werewolf advantage.
"She doesn’t listen to anyone." Grumbles Kira.
Lydia stops checking her nails for a moment to give her a look. “Well not to us. She listens to Scott.”
"I know Stiles says that I have to try and be nice but she’s a bitch."
That comment makes Lydia laugh. “That’s true, in both the literal and figurative sense of the word.”
You come out from your spot behind the bookcase. You cough to get their attention and they stop laughing and look at you, clearly shocked that you were there.
"Dog jokes? That’s a new low." You’re hurt and your words convey that. They all kind of get up to apologize but you just raise your hand to silence them and you turn and walk out.
You pass Scott on your way back down the halls. You angle your face away from him and try to walk past him but he grabs your wrist and spins you to face him.
"Hey, (y/n) what’s wrong?" He searches your eyes but you refuse to look at him.
"Nothing." You reply, quickly swiping at your face.
He gives you a get real look. “(y/n), you’re a werewolf, I’m a werewolf, there’s really no point lying to me.”
You chuckle a little, you know it’s true. You nod in the direction of the library. “Your pack hates me, you know?”
Scott shakes his head. “That’s not true.”
"Oh, yeah?" You cross your arms over your chest. "They were making dog jokes.
"What did they say?" He’s straight faced and you can’t get a read off him.
Shifting your feet, you reply. “They said that I’m a bitch, in both senses of the word.”
His face doesn’t change for a second but then he starts cracking up and you can’t help but smile as well. You slap his arm. “It’s not funny!”
"It kind of is." He’s still laughing.
Again, you smile against your will. “I guess you’re right.”
He’s finally calmed down. “Anyways, they don’t hate you. I’ve asked. They sort of admire you, even though you can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”
You smile down at your feet. Guess, you don’t have to hightail it out of there with your tail between your legs now.