You liked Scott, liked liked, and it was hard trying to move from the girl friend to girlfriend. As you’d learned awhile back, something always got in the way, Allison was the first thing, he’d been in love with her and then after she broke up with him he spent all his time trying to get her back.
It drove you wild, if she didn’t want him anymore why couldn’t he get over that? So you made up your mind, you were going to move on, things obviously weren’t gonna go the way you wanted them to with Scott so you really had no choice. Well, you told yourself you were going to move on, and you had been doing such a good job of it too, until Ethan slashed your car tires.
The boys were staying late for some type of practice and you were staying late for detention, apparently Ms. Blake didn’t appreciate your sarcastic remarks unlike the rest of the class. You’d heard all about Isaac and Scott taking apart Ethan and Aiden’s rides. You didn’t think the twin alphas would take it out on you.
That’s why when you walked out into the parking lot after detention you were surprised to find your tires slashed. You groaned and cursed worse than a sailor. You walked back into the school and marched straight into the boys locker room where you found both of the twins along with Scott, Isaac and Danny.
“What the hell is your problem?!” you shoved Aiden into the wall of lockers. He smirked for a split second before putting on a confused expression for show. “(y/n) back up.” Danny said trying to pull you away, you easily shrugged him off.
“What are you talking about?” Aiden asked still acting confused. “Oh, don’t try that you stupid asshole. My car, my tires, you slashed them! Let’s get one things straight: I’m not apart of your stupid game, you don’t mess with my car, you don’t mess with me and I let you live.” You growled out the boys were looking on in awe until Scott pulled you off of him.
“(y/n), what’s wrong, what happened?” He asked making you focus on him. “This stupid fucker slashed my tires! This is your fault just as much as it is his!” You shouted prying his hands off of your shoulders.
“My fault?” He asked confused. “Yes, your fault, you’re playing ‘who’s got bigger balls’ with him and my car gets damaged in the process. Leave me out of your game, I don’t want anything to do with you or your pack.” You said shoving him off of you and stormed out of the boys locker room passing a very confused Finstock.
You were trying to phone a tow truck. It was no use calling your parents, they were out of town, Stiles was probably at the Sheriffs station with his dad, Derek wasn’t your biggest fan so the tow truck was your best bet. “You have reached Beacon Hills towing, sorry we’re not at the office right now but if-” You growled and shut off the phone ‘24hr. service my ass.’ you thought bitterly.
“What’s wrong?” Scott asked walking up to you. “Nothing.” you shot back abruptly, still angry. “Come on (y/n), you can’t lie to me. Look I’m sorry about your car, I don’t know what else you want me to say.” Scott grabbed your arms and made you look him in the eye. Now that your anger was dissipating you were able to focus on his touch and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your pulse race a bit.
“Whatever, I’m over it.” You said letting out a long sigh. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home, then I’ll call Stiles and tell him to tell his dad to send over a tow truck to send it to your address.” Scott said pulling you towards his bike.
You weren’t gonna lie, Scott having a motorcycle was kind of a turn on. You smiled and he handed you a helmet. “Come on (y/n), don’t make me beg.” you rolled your eyes and accepted the helmet.
He took the log way to your house, both of you enjoying the breeze and the scenery, and you did enjoy having your arms around Scott.
You pulled up to your house sooner than you would have liked. “I’ll call Stiles when I get home.” Scott said. “Alright, thanks for the ride McCall.” You said handing him his spare helmet, he smiled at the nickname.
“Do you wanna go for a ride? Just for fun, we could go anywhere you want, I’ll even buy you dinner if your hungry.” Scott said nervously. You smiled. “Right now?” You asked. “Yeah.” You saw him take a deep breath. “Alright, yeah, I’d like that.” You said taking the helmet back from him. You saw him grin before climbing back on his motorcycle. Yeah, you weren’t over Scott McCall.
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