Allison's POV

"Look at those two sleeping beauties," I mumble to myself as I stare at Cole and Stiles, both of them sprawled out. Cole was on the floor, blankets wrapped around him as if he were a burrito, and Stiles was in his bed, arms and legs hanging off of the side. As I stood to look at the two of them, I couldn't help but smile.

But then I remembered the events from last night and the smile faded. I had so many questions, and furthermore, I wanted to ask Cole about what his transition was like and what happened to him in there when he had turned into a wolf. He's been knocked out ever since he turned back human, which must have taken a lot out of him. By the time we had gotten back to the dorm last night, he was already fully healed. It was crazy how fast he could heal rather than the normal wolves.

Stiles' lips part slightly as he lets out a groggy groan, his eyes moving being his eyelids. I stared at him for a moment before deciding to wake him up first, not only because I wanted him awake before I woke Cole, but because he needed to get ready for Lacrosse tryouts, which were today.

Being the evil person I was, instead of waking Stiles up normally, I crept my way over to the little fridge we had sitting in the corner and grabbed an ice cube. I kept deathly quiet as I made my way back to Stiles' bedside, the ice cube already starting to melt in my hand. I needed to hurry before it was gone for good.

I snicker quietly as I grab Stiles' shirt collar, lifting it up slowly. My hand started to move towards his neck to stick the ice cube down his shirt, but my eyes got caught on his stomach for a brief moment. A spark ignited in my chest as I stared at the muscles, there being more abs there than I had thought. Stiles starts to stir then, breaking my gaze as I quickly shove the ice cube down his shirt, taking a step back and waiting.

Not even three seconds go back before Stiles is jumping out of bed, wide awake. The cold cube dances on his stomach as he leaps down, throwing his shirt up to get it out of there. The cube flies over towards Cole and lands right next to this face, not touching him. Stiles yelps from the cold, trying to get the water off of him as I laughed. I couldn't help it; it was too funny of a sight.

"I'm serious about getting a new roommate," Stiles hisses, his eyes stern as he stared at the wet spot on his dark black t-shirt. I almost apologized, but then he starts to laugh, accepting how funny that actually was.

I laugh again, a snort accidentally coming out. "You should have seen your face!"

"Well now I'm awake," Stiles manages to choke out from his laughter. I was about to make fun of the wet spot on his shirt and pants before a low groggy voice speaks out from below me.

"It's too early for laughter."

My eyes trail down to Cole, who was sitting up, groaning in pain or sleep, I couldn't tell. It almost looked like he was stiff from either sleeping on the floor or from turning into a freaking wolf.

"What happened last night?" Cole asks then, all of it suddenly hitting him. His eyes are wide as he stares up at me before sitting up, grabbing his leg where he had been stabbed by me. "Oh my God-"

"You're okay," I breathe. "You healed."

His face goes from confusion to anger, a little bit of fear mixed in there as well. "You almost killed me! You told me that the full moon only gives me fangs and claws; not a new skin!"

"Actually, it's fur," Stiles corrects. Not the right time.

Cole fumes. "Someone needs to start explaining-"

"How are we supposed to explain when we're just as confused as you are?" I fire back, already tired of his attitude. It might not be too early for laughing, but it sure as hell was for his attitude. "Look, we don't know why you turned into a wolf. Werewolves only do that when they've evolved, and clearly you shouldn't be yet. We don't know what happened to you."

Cole calms down a little, that anger turning into just fear. "What is happening to me..."

"Nah, don't ask about us," Stiles says, giving him a look that said seriously. "You didn't almost kill me and Allison. It's no big deal that we just dragged you into my Jeep and got you all of the way up here to our room."

Cole doesn't take his sarcasm. "I didn't ask for your help."

"No, but you're stuck with it," I grit. "We can't let you make any stupid decisions, and now that we know that you're not like the others, that only means we need to keep a closer eye."

Cole starts to walk around me for the door. "Whatever. You two only made my life a living hell."

"We didn't do this!" Stiles shouts to him as he grabs the door handle. A part of me told me to stop him, but the other told me to let him go. "We're not the ones that bit you."

"No, but you being here just means that you brought whatever you used to know here. None of this would have happened if you two wouldn't have came here." Cole's body is halfway out of the door, and I wanted to stop him, but my legs stayed firm on the floor.

I speak out in a soft voice next, the same voice I had used just before he turned human again last night. I wondered if it would calm him down a little, but I was a little too hopeful. "We're going to figure out what happened to you last night, Cole. You just have to cooperate."

Cole stares at me for a long moment, his eyes showing something that looked familiar, but I wasn't sure what it was. It didn't matter; because then, they were back to the same old Cole. "Cooperation isn't in my vocabulary."

And with that, he slammed the door.

-*+*-

"I hate that piece of shit," Stiles groans as we walk up to the lacrosse field, carrying all of his gear. "Cole really does remind of a friend of mine. Well, not really friend I suppose."

I sigh. "He's just scared, Stiles. I mean, he doesn't know what's going on and doesn't know how to act. He's probably never had help before in his life."

Stiles turns towards me. "That still doesn't give him the right to treat us like shit after all we've done for him the past two days. He could at least say thank you."

Stiles was right; he could at least have done that. Cole was one of those people that you got paired with in school for group projects and made you do all of the work and then got an A for it. Only this time, instead of power point projects, it was about wolves and murderers.

How delightful.

I turn towards the field, seeing boys starting to practice for tryouts. "You nervous?"

Stiles keeps his eyes on me. "You're the one making me do this."

"Because I have faith in you," I smile, turning back to him as I lifting one of his bags of gear up higher on my shoulder. "You'll make the team; I know you will."

His amber eyes study my face for a moment before looking back at the field. "I don't know...these guys look like the real deal."

"There's no such thing as the real deal," I try to encourage. "I'll guarantee you all of those guys out there are just trying to make themselves look good for the girls sitting over there in the stands."

I pointed towards a group then, seeing them all googly eyed over the players. A couple of the players would look up at them after making a good throw or a good catch, just to see if they were watching. When I looked closer at the group, I realized then that Avery was over there; gathered around all of them.

Stiles raises his eyebrows. "Well, I would say that that's good because it'll distract them, but I'll be distracted myself."

I raise an eyebrow. "What? You have a girl picked out over there?"

"She's a lot closer than you think," he states, it taking me a moment before realizing that he was talking about me. Before I could say anything though, Stiles was taking the bag off my shoulder and running off towards the field, a smile on his face.

What in the hell was that supposed to mean? I wasn't sure if he was just kidding or if he was serious, and it made me mad that I couldn't figure it out. Usually I was pretty decent at reading boys, but that move Stiles just pulled confused the hell out of me. Was that a way of telling me that he liked me? Was it just him getting back at me from that ice cube I stuck down his shirt this morning? I wasn't sure.

"Hey Allison!" I hear a voice call out, causing me to turn my head to see that it was Avery. She waves me over, causing me to groan lowly. I liked Avery, she was fine, but I particularly didn't want to be around a group of googly eyed girls.

The metal bleachers under my feet clink as I make my way over, sliding over and sitting down behind Avery and the group of five other girls. "Hey."

"So you decided to join us in staring at the lacrosse players?" Avery smiles, biting her lower lip. The other girls giggle among themselves, and I wanted to pull out the dagger hidden in my boot then and stab my eyes out.

I shrug. "I guess you could say that."

I was never that type of girl who stared at guys just for the fun of it. Sure, I'd check one out from time to time when they had a nice butt or a nice face, but I wasn't the person to wake up early just to come to tryouts for a sport to stare at the guys. These girls were out of their mind. I was only here to support Stiles, who was now lacing up his shoes on the side bench.

"Look at that one sitting on the bench," one of the girls giggles, pointing directly at Stiles. "He's a cutie. I'd kill to have him."

For some odd reason, I grew jealous and was speaking before I could stop myself. "He's my roommate."

All of the girls turn to look at me. "What?"

I gulp. "Yeah, we're roommates. I'm here to support him."

The girls all laugh before leaning closer, their eyes wide with curiosity and lust. "Oh my God, you're so lucky! What's he like? Have you seen his-"

I stopped her there. "No, we're just friends."

"Friends with benefits?" one of the red heads suggest, making me really start to consider pulling that dagger out.

"No, just friends," I say sternly. The girls all stare at me like I was stupid and selfish for not having sex with my "hot" roommate when I had the opportunity. Why is it that girls automatically go to sex when thinking about guys?

"Forget that one," one of the blondes says, pointing at someone else. "I want him."

I followed her finger as she pointed to a broad figured boy on the field, facing away from us. For a split second, I anticipated him to turn around so I could see him from the front, but the moment he did, my heart dropped into my stomach.

It was Cole.

I wasn't freaking out over the fact that the girls were all heart eyes over him, but because he was here. Cole, the short tempered werewolf or whatever the hell he was, was here to try out for a sport about aggression. Stiles noticed him standing there too, because then he looked up at me, his eyes frantic.

Well this just got interesting.

-*+*-

Cole is like Jackson, plus Liam, plus Scott combined; idek anymore.

So...what's gonna happen at tryouts? Any guesses as to what's up with Cole? Will Stiles and Allison finally start to come to terms with their feelings for one another?

Oh, and the ice cube thing only came to me because my dad used to do that to wake me up for school every morning. Let's just say I got my ass out of bed so fast...

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