#Allisonargentimagine

[tylerandcrystal]

I WANT YOU (Sofia falcone X reader)

Warnings: smut

This is my first time writing something like this. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think please :).

WORD COUNT: +2000. sorry if it's too long.

SUMMARY: Sofia Falcone and Y/n confront each other in a tense showdown, filled with accusations of lies and manipulation. Sofia remains calm and seductive, claiming Y/n as her partner, while Y/n tries to resist her magnetic pull, returned between anger and attraction. As Sofia teases and challenges Y/n, the tension between them escalates into a passionate kiss, hinting at a complex, power-driven relationship where neither fully trusts the other, but both are undeniably drawn together. They end up fucking each other.

warnings: manipulation, seduction, power play, +18, licking, fingering, dom!Sofia, bottom!reader, smut.

Sofia Falcone was sitting behind her desk, shrouded in a mysterious half-light that highlighted her cold gaze, as she read some papers, left by her father. 

The door swung open with a thud, and Y/n entered with a determined step, her eyes blazing with anger and disappointment.

"You lied to me, Sofia. About everything," blurted Y/n, approaching the desk with a stiff face.

Sofia barely lifted her gaze, finishing composing her charming grin. "What are you talking about?"

Y/n slammed her hands on the desk, emotion palpable in the air. "Don't pretend you don't know. You can use anyone as a puppet, but me? I am not one of your puppets."

Sofia, on the other hand, smiled conspiratorially. "You are right, you are not. You are so much more." Her eyes merged with Y/n's. "You are my partner."

Y/n almost laughed, incredulous. "Your partner?"

Sofia slowly got up from her chair, approaching with smooth movements. she did not stop looking into her eyes. "Yes."

Y/n kept her face hard. "Don't think you can buy me with so little."

Sofia, brimming with confidence, replied, "Honey, I gave you power, respect, a place by my side. Whatever you desired, you got it."

Y/n replied sharply, "I only wanted sincerity. Instead, you came to me studying my every single step, flirting with me, and only used me for your power games."

Sofia chuckled softly, her gaze piercing. "And you think you're different? Did you really think you were here for any reason other than your own self-interest? Don't pretend with me, honey. We both know it's a game you like."

Y/n, infuriated, approached Sofia further, although a hesitation crept into her voice. "I have never played, Sofia. I believed in you-that was my mistake. I no longer need you." She turned, ready to leave the room, but stopped, pressing on, "By the way, it's time for you to leave Gotham."

Sofia smiled, with an air of defiance, grabbing a wine glass from the table with an elegant gesture. "Leave Gotham? Oh, Y/n... I'm not going anywhere. This is where I need to be." With an inviting motion, he tilted the glass toward Y/n. "Why don't we toast instead?"

she filled a glass for Y/n, then returned to her, offering it to her with an intriguing smile. Y/n looked at her with disgust, but her expression betrayed uncertainty. "I'd rather die of thirst."

Sofia raised an eyebrow, the smile remained impassive. "Whatever." She set the glass down on a nearby shelf, without losing her composure. "But you know, not everything was a game. I see something in you, something that others never noticed. A strength, a potential. That's why, from the first moment I saw you, I decided you had to be mine, my sidekick, my partner. The two of us, together, could do great things."

Y/n, unperturbed, countered, "Partnership or manipulation? That is the question."

Sofia's smile disappeared. "That hurt, you know? Because, contrary to what you think, you were the pawn holding the whole chessboard." she moved closer, their faces almost touching. "No manipulation, just a reflection of your desire for power and control."

Y/n felt a chill run down her spine; the atmosphere became tense and charged with electricity. Sofia's eyes were piercing, and Y/n could not look away.

Sofia drank her glass of wine completely and, with an almost defiant gesture, passed her glass to Y/n. "Know that I know you better than you can imagine. I know what you desire, I know what you seek. Everything you have ever wanted has been at your fingertips, here, in this very room. Your anger, your resistance -- these are just signs of how deeply you are involved in all of this."

With a gentle gesture, Sofia placed her hand on Y/n's arm, a light but intensely charged touch."It is not manipulation if you and I are cut from the same cloth. It's inevitable that we clash, that we challenge each other, because, after all, we both want the same thing: to dominate, to conquer." With an uncanny delicacy, Sofia placed her hand on Y/n's face. "You know how tempting that power is, if you just let go."

Y/n tried to keep calm despite Sofia's voice, her getting close was almost irresistible. "What if I don't want any of it? What if I just wish to leave?" Her voice trembled, revealing a moment of vulnerability.

Sofia moved even closer, her face inches from his. "Then why are you still here? Why haven't you left? You are attracted to me, Y/n. You can't deny it. Something keeps you anchored and it's the same spark that shines in me, that desire to dominate and be dominated."

Y/n looked away, turning away from Sofia, placing the glass on the desk. "You don't know anything about me."

Sofia replied, her tone soft but hypnotic, "Don't lie to yourself. You can say whatever you want, but I know you feel what I feel-there is a spark between us, you won't deny it, will you?"

"I'm not going to stay here and keep hearing your nonsense," retorted Y/n, struggling to maintain her resolve.

Sofia, with a teasing smirk, said, "Then why don't you shut me up somehow?"

"Why don't you just tell me what you want?" asked Y/n, frustration vibrating in her voice.

"Maybe I just want you," declared Sofia, and Y/n felt his heart skip a beat. 

Did she really desire her? 

With a bold gesture, Sofia moved, moving closer, her face so close that Y/n trembled. "And maybe you want me," she whispered in a seductive tone.

Y/n closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the moment. 

Sofia brushed Y/n's lips with her own, never quite touching her, creating a wave of tension. It was a thin boundary, a game of attraction and resistance in which both seemed trapped.

Combatted, Y/n let a whisper escape, almost losing herself, "or maybe I just want what's coming to me. And if you won't give it to me..."

Sofia peered at her thoughtfully. "...You'll get it yourself. I like this determination of yours. It is a rare quality. You could get it all.... as long as you really want it."

Y/n breathed deeply, her heart vibrating in her chest. "You are dangerous, Sofia."

Sofia smiled, triumphant, aware that he had almost won her over. "And you love that... I know." She took a step away, approaching the desk and picking up her already full wine glass. "And now ... come. Let's toast...to our future."

Y/n paused for a fleeting moment, then cautiously reached for Sofia's glass. A spark of satisfaction flickered in Sofia's eyes; her trap had been deftly set. With a clink of their glasses, they toasted to the unfolding tension.

In a sultry, enticing whisper, Sofia breathed, "You see, Y/n...you can't resist me."

Y/n took a deep breath, searching for a sliver of rational thought. Yet, with their faces mere inches apart, that fleeting hesitation dissipated.

Sofia's lips captured Y/n's in a slow, passionate kiss. It was deep and sensual, a release of the tension that had been building in that seemingly eternal moment. Her hands glided down Y/n's body, exploring with an assuredness that only someone well-versed in the dynamics of desire could possess.

Y/n, initially tense, began to surrender to Sofia's skilled touch, her hands threading into Sofia's dark hair, pulling her closer, intensifying the connection. The atmosphere crackled with electricity, a tantalizing battle between resistance and longing that had just begun.

With a stifled moan between kisses, Y/N uttered Sofia's name."Shh," Sofia replied, laying a gentle finger on Y/N's lips. "Let yourself go, I know you want to.""I would," Y/N replied, breathing hard, "but the door is open.""Let them watch us," Sofia replied, a mischievous smile lighting up her face. "Why are you so afraid?" Sofia's hands tightened around Y/N's waist as his mouth rested on her neck."You're completely out of your mind," Y/N said, panting.Sofia pulled away slightly, her face inches from Y/N's. "Do you want to continue chatting or would you rather...fuck?"

Sofia's eyes stared at Y/n with intensity, silencing all protest. A magnetic tension hovered between them, and wordlessly they kissed again, the contact urgent and consuming.

When they broke away, Sofia's voice was low and authoritative: "How about getting down on your knees for me?"

Y/n's heart sped up, looking for signs of hesitation in Sofia's eyes, but there were none. Only a confident, seductive smile from someone who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. Defiance and surrender struggled within her, but Sofia's command was impossible to ignore.

"If that is what you desire," whispered Y/n, as she slowly knelt down.

The warmth of Sofia's gaze was enveloping and possessive, Sofia murmured, "now you are exactly where I wanted you to be."

sofia's hands tangled in y/n's hair, gathering it into a tail, as she watches y/n lift her skirt. y/n's mouth opening at the sight of the red lace that sofia was wearing.

"fuck," mumbles y/n at the sight of the visible wet spot, as he leans forward to give her clit a kiss through the fabric.

"don't tease, Y/n," Sofia says in a rough voice, with an inherent voice of dominance, as her hands clench in Y/n's hair even harder, like a warning.

Y/n obeys, using a finger to slide her panties to the side so his tongue can slide between her folds."good love" moans Sofia as she feels his tongue swirling around her clit, Y/n's fingers clinging to her thighs and slowly moving closer to her core.

Y/n alternates between sucking and licking her clitoris enjoying the labored breaths and the small moans escaping Sofia's mouth. the loud moan escaping Sofia's mouth the moment Y/n slips 2 fingers in effortlessly.

"yes darling" moans sofia as you slip your fingers inside her at just the right time, now pumping at a steady pace.

Y/n can feel her walls tighten around you and as Sofia's hips try to move slightly toward her face seeking more friction.

Sofia's hands gripping even tighter in Y/n's hair as her orgasm approaches. Y/n sucks harder on her clit. one of sofia's hands leaves Y/n's hair to cover her mouth as she moans your name. her body stiffening and legs trembling slightly as her orgasm overwhelms her. your name falls from her lips like a prayer as she tries to calm herself.

"come here" sofia gasps, her hand goes to Y/n's throat pulling her to her feet before crashing her lips on his.

Y/n slides her fingers out of Sofia, earning a moan from the woman.

"fuck you're so good when you don't talk and obey," murmurs Sofia. her mouth returns to yours for another passionate kiss. her hands go to Y/n's waist pushing both of you so that you are pinned against the desk, before lifting you up onto the wooden surface.

"Sofia," moans Y/n, as Sofia sweeps everything off the desk, unconcerned about the mess created, and abruptly pushes Y/n onto her back, resting you on the desk. Her body towers over you as she stood between your legs, her hand resting gently on your throat. Sofia knew Y/n liked her by the way she moaned each time.

"Please Sofia," whispered Y/n desperately.

"but look how cute, begging me" sofia smiled in satisfaction "do you want me to fuck you like this?' tightening her grip on Y/n's neck, making her roll her eyes back slightly. "do you want me to fuck you here on my desk?"

y/n nodded.

"use your words dear" sofia whispered.

"yes. please. stop teasing... fuck" y/n was stressed.

"oh, are you giving orders now?" asked sofia amused. her hand moved to unfasten y/n's jeans so she could slip her hand into your panties.

"god" moans Y/n when she thrusts two fingers into you, without permission.

Sofia's other hand supporting her body on top of yours so she can watch you as Y/n undoes herself beneath her. her fingers are relentless as she fucks you, Y/n's mind clouded with pleasure as all she can feel is the way her fingers move inside you, the dirty words sofia is whispering.

"god, I always want to see you like this, every second of my life," sofia whispered.

Y/n's hands gripping Sofia's forearm as she felt her orgasm growing rapidly.

"Look how your body responds," whispered Sofia.

her name with moans coming out of y/n's mouth.

Sofia's thumb encircling your clit as she pumps her fingers in and out of y/n in a way that makes you see stars "is that better?" whispered you as she moved closer to y/n's ear.

"let go y/n... come for me," Sofia whispered again, her sensual tone sending y/n straight to orgasm. obscene noises filled the room as Sofia fucked you through your first orgasm and guiding you through your second.

y/n's legs are trembling on the desk, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she tries to come down from the climax of her 2 orgasms. 

her breathing becoming labored as she looks up into sofia's face, who still maintaining eye contact sticks her fingers in her mouth to taste you.

sofia in a softer, almost consoling tone. "see, you don't always have to struggle, sometimes you just have to...let go," she whispers, kissing you softly and guiding you to sit on the edge of her desk.

[tylerandcrystal]

THE WOLF'S MOON

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James Miller, a werewolf, must help his friend deal with the consequences of being bitten, while also navigating his own feelings for Allison Argent, the daughter of the hunters who are after him.

Allison Argent X oc

Season 1

KJ APA as JAMES MILLER

"sorry to keep you waiting, but now I'm all yours."

CRYSTAL REED as Allison Argent

"Do I make you nervous?"

The rest of the cast of Teen Wolf.

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James Miller, a 17-year-old alpha werewolf, lived under the protection of the Hale family in Beacon Hills after being abandoned by his biological family. His life changes when Scott McCall, a schoolmate, is bitten by a new and powerful alpha. Derek Hale orders James to keep an eye on Scott to maintain the secrecy of werewolves and prevent trouble with hunters.

James also faces romantic rivalry with Scott for the affection of Allison Argent, the daughter of a family of hunters. As the new alpha threatens to destabilize the city and the conflict between hunters and werewolves intensifies, James must choose between protecting his friends and following his own heart.

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CHAPTER 1:

The familiar shadows of the Beacon Hills reserve surrounded me, but there was something different in the air that night. A sense of unease, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. I knew this place better than I knew myself. I understood what it was capable of and what it hid among its trees. When I saw Scott McCall emerge from the bushes, I let out a sigh. What the hell was he doing here?

Scott had always been a quiet guy, one of those who tried to stay out of trouble. Different from his friend Stiles, who seemed to attract problems like a magnet. We were "friends," or at least something similar. We chatted occasionally between classes, but nothing deeper.

From the shadows, I watched him move forward. Something dark and ominous hovered around him. Each step was slower, heavier, as if the ground itself was trying to hold him back. When he stopped at a fork in the path, I saw his body tense up, as if he sensed danger. A dull noise from between the trees made him jump. He reached for his inhaler in his pocket, but the sound changed, turning into a deep rumble, like a wave approaching.

My heartbeat quickened. I knew what was about to happen. Then, suddenly, a dozen deer burst out from the underbrush, racing past Scott in a wild stampede. He dropped the inhaler as he struggled to regain his balance, but what the flickering light of his phone illuminated was something horrifying: a face, torn in half. A girl, her body mangled and broken among the leaves. A choked scream escaped her mouth as she stumbled back.

"Scott!" I wanted to yell, but my voice remained trapped in my throat. He slipped, tumbling down the slope, and without thinking twice, I followed him. My heart pounded furiously in my chest. I knew what was coming.

Then I felt it: a low, menacing growl that made my nerves tremble. I froze, and so did Scott. The creature was about to strike. I could feel it moving in the darkness, its heavy breath mingling with the scent of blood. In that moment, everything seemed to slow down.

I lunged forward, but I was already too late. The shadow pounced on him, its white, razor-sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Scott!" I screamed, reaching out to him as the creature struck. I watched him fall, blood flowing. Its scent hit me, nauseating me. I had to intervene.

I positioned myself between him and the beast, my heart racing, and let the wolf inside me emerge. A fierce growl erupted from my chest. "Leave him alone!" I roared, my voice turning into an animalistic growl. "Let him go!"

The alpha stopped, its red eyes like blood gazing at me. An instant of hesitation, as if it was assessing whether I was a threat. Then, slowly, with a fluid and ruthless motion, it turned and walked away. Scott remained still, paralyzed by fear.

"Run!" I shouted, pouring all my will into the words. "Scott, get out of here!"

For a moment, he stood frozen, confused and scared, but then something unlocked within him. He turned and started running, disappearing into the shadows of the forest.

A sense of relief washed over me, but only for an instant. I knew Scott was safe... at least for now.

But he didn't know who I was. He didn't recognize my face, hidden behind the wolf's form, nor my eyes burning bright red. And maybe, that was for the best.

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I reached a safe spot and called the only person who could help me understand what had just happened.

"Derek, you need to come to Beacon Hills right away!"

His response was immediate, tense. "What happened?"

"An alpha. He bit a boy. You might want to-"

The line cut off with a sharp beep. Derek had hung up. Damn it.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. I knew Derek would come. And I knew that things were about to get very, very complicated.

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I'm blindly slipping into my pants, my mind still foggy with sleep. Derek is there, leaning against the door with his arms crossed and that impassive expression that makes me want to scream. One eyebrow is raised ever so slightly, and I can already feel the lecture coming.

"Follow him? Are you serious?" I burst out, my voice sharp as a knife.

"Yes." He's firm, convinced, as if he's talking about the weather. To him, everything is simple and clear: it's like a well-marked road. Black or white.

I huff, irritated. "I'm not going to babysit."

And he doesn't waver. "You're not babysitting. You just need to keep an eye on him, talk to him, help him."

I laugh, but there's nothing funny about my smile. "Hey, I don't even know him."

Derek stares at me with that calmness that seems almost unnatural. "You go to school together."

"What? I've exchanged a couple of words with him in the hallway, if that's good for ten times." I throw him a penetrating look. "That's not enough to say that I know him."

"Then it'll be the perfect opportunity to get to know him," he replies, without a moment's hesitation.

I sigh, the tension already palpable in the air. "Do you realize it will be weird? Really weird."

Derek doesn't flinch. "You can handle 'weird.'"

I make an irritated sound as I put on my t-shirt, avoiding his gaze that seems to read my thoughts. "No, I really don't think-"

"There's another alpha in town, James," he interrupts, his voice now harder. His arms are crossed tight, as if they bear the weight of what he's not saying. "You've noticed, right?"

I stop, a low growl rising in my throat. "So what? Am I supposed to babysit his betas?"

Derek steps forward, his voice intense as if he wants to shake something inside me. "You're an alpha too. Don't you get it? It's your responsibility."

I feel the blood pounding in my temples. "Derek, I want a normal life! Go to school, fall in love, party... like all the other guys."

He shakes his head, incredulous. "We're not like the others."

His tone irritates me even more, and my self-control begins to crumble. "Yeah, but I've tried not to be like you guys since that day, and you know it." His eyes drop for a moment, and I know he understands which day I'm referring to. The fire. The night I lost everything.

But he doesn't give in. With a softer yet firm tone, he says, "So why did you try to save that boy?"

I look at him incredulously. "What does that mean? Should I have let him die?"

"No," he replies, and there's a challenge in his voice, an invitation to reflect beyond the immediate. "But your alpha instinct told you to protect him."

I feel like I might explode. "Oh, no. Don't try to draw me into this kind of discussion, Derek."

Derek doesn't respond right away. He approaches my bed, grabs my backpack, and throws it at me. "You don't want to be late on your first day of school, do you?"

I catch the backpack midair, my heart pounding furiously. "The conversation always ends when you decide it does."

He smiles, just a hint, but enough to make me want to throw something at him. "When you realize you don't have a choice."

I sigh, feeling the bitterness building inside me. "One day, I swear, I'll stop listening to you."

Derek comes closer, places a hand on my shoulder, and looks into my eyes, his features softer than usual. "Yes, but today isn't that day."

My eyelids feel heavy, but I don't look away. "I hate you," I mutter, but my voice doesn't carry any real weight.

He chuckles softly, a deep sound that fills the room, and I can almost see a hint of affection in his eyes. Deep down, I know that despite my wish to rebel, I can't help but listen to him. And despite everything, I'm not ready to distance myself from him. Not yet.

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The roar of my motorcycle engine echoed as I approached the school entrance. With a smooth motion, I parked and took off my helmet, allowing my mind to focus on the fragments of conversation drifting into my ears. Scott and Stiles were deep in an animated discussion.

Stiles: "Okay, tell me everything. Ooh!"

Scott: "Yeah... Wow! It was too dark to see clearly, but I'm sure it was a wolf."

Stiles: "Did a wolf bite you?"

Scott: "Uh-huh."

Stiles: "No way."

Scott: "I heard a wolf howling."

Stiles: "No, you did not."

Scott: "How do you know what I heard?"

I stepped closer, getting a clear view of them. Scott looked troubled, a mix of fear and confusion in his eyes. It was clear he was trying to piece together a situation that seemed to be slipping away from him.

Without thinking too much, I approached them with a confident and laid-back tone: "Hey, guys!"

The two whipped around to face me. Stiles jumped in surprise. Then, with a forced smile and tense shoulders, he greeted me, "Oh, hey, James!" It was a little too friendly for my taste. "Did you hear what we were talking about?"

While Scott appeared lost, as if he was trying to determine whether all of this was real or a dream.

I smiled calmly: "No... Why? Should I have?"

"No, no! We were just discussing boring stuff, you know... nothing special."

A silence stretched between us as I observed them. Then I turned to Scott, who hadn't spoken a word until then. "Scott, what about you? You okay?"

Scott looked at me, and for a moment, I could read a shadow of confusion in his eyes, a foggy memory struggling to surface. "Uh... yeah, yeah... I guess I'm okay."

He doesn't know I was the one who saved him, that I threw myself between him and that beast last night. It's better he doesn't find out. Not yet.

At that point, Stiles, nervously chuckling and trying to save his best friend, declared: "Yeah, perfect! Like always, right?"

I watched them, aware that they were trying to hide something, but I knew better. It was a reality they hadn't yet confronted. I smiled, echoing Stiles' words: "Perfect, sure... like always."

In that moment, I caught sight of Lydia Martin strolling along the outside corridor like a model on a runway. Her red hair sparkled in the sunlight, and her smile was confident and magnetic. Stiles and I exchanged a glance and, almost in sync, greeted her: "Hey, Lydia!"

She looked at me and smiled, giving me a nod, but only to me, leaving Stiles completely ignored.

I said, smiling: "Maybe she didn't hear you."

Scott burst out laughing, and Stiles shot me a mock-indignant look.

"But she waved to you!"

I shrugged. "Maybe she meant to wave to you too."

Stiles shot an accusatory glance at Scott. "You're the cause of all this, you know. You've dragged me into your nerd abyss. I've become a nerd by association. I've been scarlet-nerded by you."

I smiled, amused by the scene unfolding before me. I turned back to Scott, who was still hiding his discomfort behind a forced smile. I knew something inside him was changing, and he would soon have to face the reality of what had happened. He was searching for answers. But I wasn't ready to give them to him yet.

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It was the first day of English class, and the room was filled with a hum of voices and the sounds of chairs scraping against the floor. I walked into the classroom and immediately spotted Scott sitting next to Stiles, both already deep in an animated discussion.

The atmosphere shifted instantly as MR. CURTIS, the teacher, entered with a deliberate and authoritative stride.

"As you all know, a body was found in the woods last night. I'm sure your curious little minds are already conjuring up all sorts of macabre scenarios about how it happened, but I've been informed that the police have a suspect in custody."

Scott shot a surprised glance at Stiles. I was equally taken aback by this revelation. I had no idea there was already a suspect.

"So now that the gossip has been set aside, you can devote your full attention to the syllabus on your desks. Read it now. And by reading, I don't mean just giving it a quick glance."

The students buried themselves in their reading, but an unexpected CELL PHONE RINGING broke the silence. Scott looked up, confused, and I did the same, scanning for the source of the disturbance. Despite the class being immersed in silence, the ringing persisted audibly. My eyes landed on the windows of the classroom.

Outside, beyond the courtyard, a girl I had never seen before caught my attention. She appeared to be around sixteen, with a radiant and innocent beauty. I watched her lift the phone to her ear, realizing that it was her call, despite the distance and closed windows.

I noticed that Scott, like me, could hear her conversation.

"Mom, three calls on the first day is a bit much."

"I just wanted to make sure you arrived safely and that you have everything you need."

The girl rummaged through her bag, clearly anxious.

"I have everything except a pen. Oh my God, I can't believe I forgot a pen."

"Don't worry. I'm sure you can borrow one from another student."

"Okay, okay, I have to go. Love you."

Scott seemed completely captivated by the scene, as me. I saw the principal approaching the girl on the steps of the building. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

The principal guided her through the courtyard, and their conversation grew clearer as they approached the building.

"So you were telling me that San Francisco isn't where you grew up?"

"No, but we stayed there for over a year, which is unusual for my family. We move around a lot because of my dad's job."

Even as they vanished from sight, I could still hear the noise of the door opening and the clicking of their footsteps in the hallway.

"Well, let's hope Beacon Hills is your last stop for a while."

The classroom door opened, and all eyes turned up.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

Allison. That was her name. I watched her walk to the only empty desk, situated right behind Scott. I noticed Scott holding his breath, unsure of what to do. I decided to take the initiative. I stood up, pulled a pen from my pocket, and walked over to her with a friendly smile. "Here, you can use mine."

Allison looked at me, surprised, and then smiled gratefully. "Thanks! How did you know?"

"That's usually how we welcome people to Beacon Hills." I flashed a grin.

Allison seemed amused, but the firm tone of MR. CURTIS interrupted our conversation.

"Mr. Miller... I appreciate your enthusiasm, but could you please return to your seat so we can start the lesson?"

With a wider smile, I nodded. "Sure, Mr. Curtis, I'll sit down right away."

I returned to my desk, not before throwing one last glance at Allison, who was trying to suppress a laugh. I felt Scott's eyes on me as I took my seat. Stiles, sitting next to him, was chuckling under his breath.

Scott looked a bit annoyed, but I shrugged it off. I settled back in my seat, maintaining a confident smile, wondering who this girl was that had caught both Scott's... and my... attention.

"Alright, let's begin with Kafka..."

I took one last look at Scott, still distracted by Allison. As I pretended to focus on Kafka, I knew that this girl had just made the day a lot more interesting.

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I was grabbing a snack from the vending machine when I noticed Lydia grabbing Allison by the arm, guiding her towards a group of guys gathered at the end of the hallway. Among them was Jackson, the captain of the lacrosse team, who shared my reputation as one of the best players in school.

I decided to approach them.

Scott, in the meantime, was following my every step, and I could feel his gaze on me, like a silent shadow.

"Hey, hi! I didn't think I'd see you again so soon," I said when my eyes met Allison's.

"Hey, pen guy."

"I'm James, by the way." I offered my hand with an affable smile, and she shook it, amused. God, I wished I could hold it forever.

"I see, is this how you made an impression?" Jackson interrupted with his usual annoying tone. "Did you give her your pen?"

We're friends, but sometimes I just can't understand how he manages to be so irritating.

Amused, I gave him a friendly nudge, trying to diffuse the tension.

Finally, Lydia spoke up, tired of our banter. "You're coming to the party, right Allison?"

"A party?" Allison seemed surprised.

"Friday night. You should come," Jackson continued, his enthusiasm evident.

"I can't. It's family night this Friday. But thanks for the invite," Allison replied, and my mind started racing. Why are you lying, girl?

Jackson, insensitive to the nuances, insisted. "Are you sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" Allison asked, clearly confused.

Jackson and I exchanged a knowing glance: we both knew how this conversation would end.

"What's football?" I said, playing my part to lighten the mood.

Jackson went on, "Football's a joke here at Beacon. The real sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship the last three-"

Lydia, proudly pointed at Jackson. "Thanks to a certain team captain."

"It's funny how I never get any recognition. I'm the one who makes the most assists in every game," I grumbled, but my frustration melted away when Allison laughed.

"Oh sorry, James," Lydia interrupted, the attention turning back to us.

Jackson continued to boast, "Every season starts with a scrimmage to decide the new starting lineup. Have you ever seen lacrosse?"

Allison replied, "Actually, I'm not sure how it's played, other than-well, it's violent."

"Maybe you should come see for yourself. We have practice in a few minutes. You're not going anywhere, are you?" Jackson said, his eyes locked on her.

Allison looked at me and then said, "Well, no, I was just heading-"

"Perfect. Come with us," Lydia interrupted, with her usual authority.

"It seems like the ice queen decides for all of us," I commented, pointing at Lydia with an ironic smile.

Allison laughed again, and the sound was the most beautiful in the world. But why are you thinking about these things, James? Wake up.

Suddenly, I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Thanks to my werewolf nature, I had developed a surprising ability to pick up on others' emotions. The tension in the room was palpable, and from afar, I could clearly sense Scott's annoyance.

Scott was at the end of the hallway, visibly frustrated. I felt his discontent like a wave of cold air. His attention was fixed on me and Allison, and I knew his dismay was growing.

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The sound of the final bell signaled the end of classes, and the hallway instantly filled with students heading toward the exit, eager to kick off their afternoon. I, along with Allison, Lydia, and Jackson, made our way to the lacrosse field - our go-to spot for sports and some downtime.

"If you've never seen a lacrosse game," I said to Allison as we walked side by side, "today's the perfect day for it. Tryouts are always a lively event."

Allison looked at me, and I could see genuine interest in her eyes, a curiosity shimmering bright. "I've never seen one live," she admitted, "but I've heard it's pretty intense. It must be really exciting."

I shot her a knowing glance and smiled, trying to draw her in. "It is," I replied. "Especially when our team is out there. Jackson's good, but I give him a run for his money."

She smiled back, amused. "Oh really? What's your role?"

"I play center," I said, a hint of pride creeping into my voice. "Basically, I do the dirty work, but it's a lot of fun." I winked at her. "And if you want, I could show you some tricks."

Allison laughed, the sound bright and clear. Lydia, walking next to us, shot me a teasing look.

"James, when you're done flirting, let me know," she said, a playful smirk on her face.

Jackson chimed in, impatience evident in his tone, "Guys, enough with the small talk. We need to get ready for tryouts, and I intend to make a statement."

We reached the lacrosse field, spotting a group of students already waiting. Scott, dressed in his gear, was preparing. I gestured toward the field, speaking to Allison.

"This is the turf. Trust me, it's a whole different thing when you're in the heat of action," I said excitedly. "See you later."

As I walked away, I felt Allison's gaze lingering on me. Scott noticed us arriving and waved at Allison, who smiled back. I approached the tryout group, ready to prove myself. The whistle