Impugn 

verd | im - pyoon | meaning - dispute the truth, validity, or honesty of a statement or motive, to call into question 

07; Jackass Meets Badass

At this point, Miles had learned that when he walked into the boys locker room when he had to change for his physical education class, it was best to breathe as little as possible. That way, you could be suffocated by the unwavering stench of what he could only assume to be a rotting pile of dirty laundry, or possibly a corpse hidden in the ceiling. Either way, the scent was down right ghastly. 

Most of the boys in the locker room were getting redressed, leading Miles to believe that the students from the class before his hadn't completely filed out quite yet. The Argent boy didn't spare a single one a glance, because he knew if they were looking at him, they were probably talking about him too, and he had decided on day one he didn't have time to waste on idiotic teenage gossip. Anyways, he kind of liked the far-off stories some kids had been telling about him being fresh out of an insane asylum, or that his hobbies included skinning woodland creatures alive. It put the fear of god in all of the gullible teenagers so they wouldn't bother Miles. 

Miles paid no mind to the pair of boys bickering behind him as he got changed until suddenly, they stopped. Unless it had to do with a hunting mission, Miles normally wasn't one to eavesdrop, mostly because he hardly ever cared enough to. But he did take notice to when the two boys stopped their hushed banter rather suddenly. Pulling his gym shirt over his head, Miles looked over his shoulder at the two boys to see what had happened. 

The tanner of the two boys, who Miles knew to be Scott McCall, the boy who had gotten caught in Chris' trap, seemed to be frozen in place. His best friend (Miles was pretty sure his name was Stiles) snapped his fingers in front of his face in an unsuccessful attempt to zap Scott back to their conversation. Miles looked down at the frozen's boys hand and began to frown as he noticed it quavering slightly. 

Just as suddenly as he had stopped talking, Scott turned and sprinted into the gym. After a split moment of shock, Stiles hurried to chase after his best friend. It took a few seconds longer for Miles and a handful of other boys to let their curiosity get the best of them as they hurried in the direction the other two boys had gone. 

Miles made it into the gym just into to see an unsupervised girl falling off of the rockwall Coach Finstock had been using recently. Miraculously, Scott had made it to the girl just in time to catch her in his arms before she could crash to the ground. Scott gently knelt to put her on the ground as Miles rushed through the small gathering of people, sliding to his knees next to him. 

"Put her on her side," Miles instructed firmly as he noticed the girl convulsing and quickly made the connection that she must be having a seizure. Without asking any questions, Scott quickly obliged to the older Argents order. 

Suddenly, Allison was standing over the two, and the others in the gym slowly edged closer. Miles, who had quickly glanced down at his watch to time the seizure, began barking more instructions for people to stop standing around staring, and told a handful of boys to go grab the coach, that he almost missed what his cousin had whispered to Scott. 

"How did you know?" Allison asked in a quite tone when she thought Miles wasn't listening. Her cousin expertly pretended to be to occupied with the convulsing girl to be listening to what they were saying. 

"I just felt it," Scott answered matter-of-factly, his tone as equally hushed. 

Forcing himself not to turn towards the pair, Miles felt his jaw tighten at Scott's words. His hunter mind went into overdrive, as it often did when putting together pieces of a supernatural puzzle, and his body stiffened when it came to it's conclusion. He didn't know all of the facts, but he had been a hunter long enough to have figured out two crucial facts. 

One, Scott McCall was more then an ordinary human. 

And two, Allison seemed to know all about Scott. 

After assisting the epileptic girl, who Miles had found out was named Erica Reyes, to an ambulance so the hospital could see if she was okay again, Miles swiftly ignored Allison and Scott. He needed to give himself time to think before he made a rash decision and a false accusation, which he could feel himself itching to do. 

He tried to layout everything he knew. It turns out, he didn't have much on Scott, who was apparently connected in some way to Lydia because he had been looking for her the night she had disappeared from the hospital. Seeing how close he was to his best friend, Miles could only assume that the paler one was informed on everything Scott was involved in. Chris had seemed to know Scott when he'd been accidentally caught in his trap, which Miles guessed had meant his uncle knew him through Allison, who had recently sabotaged another hunters mission. 

The main question Miles had then was how Allison had gotten involved in everything like this. The last time he had seen her, she'd been so oblivious to the ever so dark world Miles had made his home in. 

The overthinking Miles was putting himself through led to a sudden migraine, and the boy had to prop himself against a wall to recover. He knew almost all the facts he had were circumstantial, but that didn't make them any less factual, and therefore were able to pound at his head with all of their awful possibilities they could lead to. 

Miles finally reached the top of a small staircase that led to his locker, and he teetered to a stop before he went down. A slight commotion at the bottom of the stairs had caught his attention, and when he looked over to see what it was, his mind was finally brought away from all of his desperate brainstorming. 

What he saw first was Lydia, looking completely heartbroken and fearful as she was pinned loosely against the wall by another guy. The guy had his back to Miles, but it didn't really matter to the hunter who he was, he just knew that the way he was treating Lydia right now made his blood boil. 

Moving swiftly and silently, Miles Argent took the staircase in a single stride. Nobody had even noticed the quickly moving brunette until he was grabbing the back of the other boys shirt in a tight fist, and almost effortlessly ripped him away from Lydia, cutting him off just as he accused Lydia of ruining something Miles didn't even care enough to be informed of. 

"Who the hell are you?" The boy shouted at Miles, obviously not noticing that Miles was the one doing the restraining, and therefore was the one with the upper hand in the whole situation. 

"Jackson, please, just stop." It wasn't until Lydia had spoken up that Miles realized she had started to cry. 

Once again, Miles was moving at a stunning speed, expertly twisting Jackson around so that Miles was pinning him against the locker, his forearm tightly pressed against Jackson's chest. When he did, Miles found himself biting back a bitter laugh, because there had to be at least half a foot height difference between he and Jackson, and Miles wasn't the least bit intimidated by the now very angry little spitfire. 

"Listen closely, because I'm only saying this to you once, Jackass," The serious intensity of Miles' deep, steely voice alone was enough to send an involuntary fearful warning crackling down Jackson's spine. Pairing it with the hunters nearly pitch black eyes made the lacrosse co-captain shrink down against the locker ever so slightly. 

After a meaningful short silence Miles had used as yet another intimidation tact, he continued his threat. "You raise your voice like that at Lydia or any other girl at this school again, much less try hurting them, I'll show you just how many of the rumors about me are actually true." 

"I-," Jackson began to stammer an excuse, but Miles leering closer to him made him shut his mouth tightly. His eyes shown with a mixture of anger and fear. 

Miles eased his grip on Jackson and allowed the other boy to free himself. No another word was passed between the two, mostly because the glaring each party was doing spoke better for them then their words ever would. 

The hard as stone scowl that Miles had perfected years ago didn't fade away until Jackson had disappeared around a corner. Then, Miles allowed his expression to soften to a dejected frown as he turned his attention to a particular strawberry blonde. 

"Are you okay?" 

Lydia took a deep breath, trying to hide the fact that she'd ever been crying in the first place. "You didn't have to do that." 

Miles nodded slowly, taking a step closer to her and then not really knowing what he should do next. He opted on clearing his voice so he could have an extra few seconds to think. "You're right, I could've just let some alpha male asshat to yell at you, but that's not exactly who I am." 

Miles had thought, or at least he had been hoping, that Lydia would be okay now. After all, he had scared off the dick that had been yelling at her, which he had hoped would've made everything better. Obviously, he didn't understand the paradigm of female emotions, because Lydia began to whimper again before pushing past him to hurry away. Miles contemplated being an extra good Samaritan and going after her, but then he saw Lydia duck into the girls bathroom and decided he probably shouldn't. 

Still, Miles felt bad for Lydia and decided he was going to have to finally have to talk to his cousin. For the time being, he was going to push aside the fact that Allison was still hiding things from him, and instead took it upon himself to make sure she was keeping an eye on her best friend. He hadn't gone through the trouble of rescuing Lydia from the woods just for her to be emotionally abused, after all. 

Miles found himself exiting his bedroom just as Chris was exiting Allisons. The two met in the middle, Chris smiling a smile that didn't reach his eyes and Miles cocking an eyebrow in vague intrigue. 

"Is everything okay with Al?" The younger of the two hunters questioned. 

Upon hearing his daughters nickname come from his nephews mouth, Chris neared the possibility of actually grinning. "Yeah, Allison just has Lydia over." 

"And that's a problem?" Miles guessed. His families suspicious of Lydia were comical, almost to the point that a real life laugh almost came to surface. 

"No, not as long as Allison is keeping an eye on her," Chris said, taking the topic much more seriously. 

Miles nodded, trying to imagine Lydia as a threat to them all. He couldn't quite paint the picture in his head. Unlike the other hunters, he'd seen a vulnerable, teenage girl, while they only seemed to see a possible new target. Of course Miles loved hunting as much as the next person, but he firmly believed in only going after those who truly deserved it. Anyways, as far as Miles could tell, Lydia was in no way a supernatural being. 

As supernatural beings and potential targets floated through Miles' cluttered mind, one Scott McCall came into focus. A question began burning on the tip of his tongue, but then Miles thought of the potential consequences that could come from it. Then Chris began to move away from his nephew, and Miles found himself taking a gamble. 

"Wait," Miles said suddenly, shocking both Chris and himself. He tried whisking away anything that wasn't professional before he continued to talk. "I was just wondering, how does Allison know Scott McCall?" 

Chris frowned instantly. "Why, has she been hanging around him in school?" 

"No, never." Miles didn't know who he was lying for, or why he'd even been so quick to lie. "I just assumed she was how you knew him, and I saw him in school and I started wondering." 

Slowly, Chris gave Miles a short nod. "Allison dated Scott when we first moved here a little while ago. Then, with Allison coping with Kate's death, they thought it'd be best to break up." 

"That's all?" Miles knew that wasn't all. 

"That's all," Chris said in a meaningful voice. Miles couldn't tell if his uncle knew anything more, but if he did he wasn't about to talk to Miles about it. 

Miles opted to stop asking questions before he made himself or Chris anymore suspicious. Instead, he made his way downstairs and began raiding the kitchen in hopes of using cooking to take his mind off the fact that Allison had knowingly dated a werewolf. And, worst of all, despite what Allison might have her parents believing, she seemed to still be intertwined with the wolf and his supernatural world, and not in a way that was safe for a hunter. 

I am so thankful for all of you who were patient with me. If you've seen my recent status, you know i'm having some trouble being able to update because of life, so please continue to be patient. I know you want to read this whole story asap, and beleive me I want to give you this story and all of it's milydia glory, but i'll need time to be able to update. 

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