We Bleed Silver

My name's Allison Argent and I'm a junior at UCLA. I'm really good at using a Bow and Arrow, and I'm a psychobiology major. Teen Wolf 3x3 AU

[bruinsmccall-deactivated2016080]

“Hey, now,” Scott replied, putting up a hand as if to avoid being blamed in return. “I know I’m riff-raff.” He shot her a crooked smile before letting out a little chuckle. “Dense is right,” he nodded. “What are you taking, by the way? I meant to ask before.”

“The biggest nerd of all time, and a stalker,” he said, glancing past her to the place she mentioned. “I guess I got lucky when we got paired up, huh. Well, I guess I should let you get back to it, then? Unless you wanted to stalk people from over here.”

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Allison laughed at his antics. shaking her head. “Well, as long as you know.” She let out a tense laugh as he asked what she was studying. It was always fun to describe to people. “I’m actually a psychobiology major? It focuses on the biology of behavior and mental phenomena. At least, that’s what google will tell you. Basically, I learn to study psychology of humans in a very scientific manner.”

“I guess you are lucky. At least, I think you are. Who doesn’t want that in a partner?” Allison glanced at the surrounding area pursing her lips as if she was surveying her ability to people watch from Scott’s table. “I think this a sufficient spot for a little stalking. Just let me grab my bag.”

[allitheargent-blog]

bruinsmccall:

“Not much of a secret if they let in the riff-raff like you,” he teased in reply. With a gesture towards the mess of books, writing utensils, and papers littering the table, he nodded up at her. “I found this place at the end of last semester. It’s the best for trying to get my readings done. Key word still ‘trying’.” 

He glanced around the room quickly, having noticed that she wasn’t carrying anything with her. “You here to study, or just need the caffeine charge?”

Allison put her hand to her heart in faux hurt. “I’m offended that you think I’m in the riff-raff in this situation.” She returned his teasing. She nodded looking at all his notes and papers. “I get that. I just found it last month. I can’t blame you, though. It’s dense material.”

“Both,” She replied. “I’m the biggest nerd of all time, and have a favorite table over in the corner by the window. I sit there every time I come in because it’s just secluded enough to be left alone, but still let’s me people watch like a stalker.”

[stiles-theoneandonly]

“Dude, I need to try that! My dad does not get scared easily and probably would not care if I get into trouble but, I mean, it’s worth a shot.” He laughed easily. He was doing better at this than he thought he was going to do. Stiles nodded his head and then shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I could use more friends. I have a total of one. Maybe two? I do not know if she counts yet…” He was rambling so he decided to stop right there. There was no need for Allison to know all about how he was ridiculous when it came to making friends.

Stiles dramatically put his free hand on his heart and nodded his head. “A girl after my own heart. How can anyone do anything on an empty stomach? Food before everything is my motto. And it’s served me well since I was born.” He dropped his hand and then winked at her. “Well, then, Allison, let’s go get some food. Taco Bell is calling our names.”

He started walking towards the parking lot. “Oh, I can drive if you want. I don’t know if you have a vehicle on campus or not but my jeep is parked nearby and it’s no trouble. I mean, you can get there however you want but I wanted to offer so you don’t think I am totally lacking manners.”

[allitheargent-blog]

“At least he cares, right? That’s what I always say when my Dad does things that I wish he wouldn’t.” Allison offered, shrugging a little bit. She laughed as he talked about his lack of friends. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve only ever had one consistent friend most of my life, and we cling to each other so much that we both ended up here.” Allison could make friends if she wanted to. It wasn’t that hard, but she was just so busy all the time that it was easy to maintain friends than to make them for her. 

“Food before everything. You should put that on a t-shirt, y’know. You could really profit on something like that.” Allison only half joked. She knew a ton of people, including herself, would most likely buy it trying to be quirky. “Sounds perfect. I do have a car, but it’s on the other end of campus, so a ride would be lovely.” She said, nodding. “What compelled you to name your jeep Roscoe?”

[musicallyukimura-blog]

When Kira returned from her summer bio class, she was ready to lay down and take a nap. This class was kicking her ass and Kira just wanted this summer semester to end ASAP. Tonight, she had to prepare for a Senior recital for one of her older friends in the music department that was next week. And this girl did not believe in breaks. So it Kira was to concentrate, she knew a nap was needed. 

She flopped on her bed and closed her eyes for a few minutes hoping she could just rest for a bit. But of course her father decided to choose that moment to call and check on her. Sleep as a college student was a luxury. Who needed them anyway? After a nice conversation with her dad and catching up with him, Kira was now wide awake. She decided to take some time to write in her journal before she headed out tonight. 

Allison came in not too long after. The two roommates hadn’t really had time to hang out or get to know each other since Kira moved in. The musician didn’t mind too much however. Allison was a very nice but also very busy person. She understood that college was a busy time. Plus, though Kira was a generally positive and happy person, she always had a some what difficult time making new friends. So when Allison started a conversation with her after a few minutes, Kira was slightly shocked by the turn of events. Looking up from her note book she turned her attention to her roommate. “Piano, guitar, flute, viola, violin, drums, and I sing. What about you? Do you play any instruments?”

[allitheargent-blog]

Allison’s eyes widened a bit as her roommate rattled off a list as if she was asking her for her birthday. “Wow, that’s-- it’s super impressive. Wow.” Allison was at a bit of a loss. She didn’t think her roommate was that talented. Of course she was talented, she was a music major, but sh was talented in music in the way Allison was talented at somewhat unconventional sports. 

“Uh, instruments, no. I listen to music a lot. But I don’t think that’s the same thing, honestly.” She said, shrugging. “I do archery, though. And I did gymnastics for a while as well as fencing. So, I guess weirdly unconventional sports are my musical instruments.” Allison glanced over at her desk where a couple ribbons were placed as well as a small trophy. She never realized how much of an over achiever she looked like until this moment. 

“What do you want to do once you graduate? Do you have any plans?” Allison continued. “And I’ll have to see you play or sing sometime. If you guys have a recital or something, let me know. I can bring my friend Lydia, too. She’d love it.”

[allitheargent-blog]

@martin--lydia

Lydia Martin was quite possibly the best person Allison had ever had the pleasure of meeting. They had met all the way back in second grade and survived standardized testing, puberty, and High School together. And now they were taken on College together. Nothing could have made Allison happier. Granted, they were no longer living together, but that still didn’t stop them from being joined at the hip. 

As for right then and there, they had found themselves in the student center attempting to study, but it just seemed like everything else was more interesting at this point. She would have talked about anything that didn’t have to do with Biology in that very moment. 

“Lydia, I feel like you have told me nothing about your new classes. Tell me all of the details. How are your professors? How’s the eye candy? I need details about something.” She said, looking up from her book and scooting closer to the edge of her seat in hopes of doing something other than reading about a cell.

[stiles-theoneandonly]

He could feel the nervous tension humming through his body. Scott was the one who made friends easily or who could diffuse tension with a smile. Not Stiles. He was the friend that told the jokes or whipped out sarcasm when needed. It was part of him and being nice wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. Not because he wasn’t nice, he was just programmed a little differently. Even when he was trying his hardest to be nice because he wanted to be nice it came out wrong.

“Parents do text and call at the wrong moments. I know how that goes…my dad is always calling during class. Even when I tell him that I have class at that time…” He gave her a small smile and nodded his head. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Allison. Even under these very strange circumstances. But at least neither of us were holding hot coffee because that would make it so much worse.”

Stiles laughed and then shrugged his shoulders. “I will take full blame and responsibility for that one. Are you headed to class? Because if not I’ll buy you lunch and we can call it even. But if you are then maybe a rain check? I would hate for you not to fully experience the crunchwrap with me. Because I make it a wonderfully delightful experience.”

[allitheargent-blog]

“I got my Dad out of that habit for the most part. One time I just had my professor answer my phone to freak him out, thinking he got me in trouble. He’s been much more careful ever since.” She laughed a little, nodding. “Hey, who knows, sometimes people who meet in weird circumstances stay friends forever. Maybe we’re just meant to be friends, Stiles.” She teased, wrinkling her nose at the thought of being burnt with hot coffee. “Someone would end up in the hospital.” 

“Well, I was going to a study session, but now you’ve made me hungry. I can’t reasonably study on an empty stomach.” Allison explained, making sure to dramatize the whole thing. “And honestly, now is the best time for me to experience how wonderful a crunchwrap can be around you.” 

In all honestly, Allison was passing the class she was in with flying colors. Study groups were just something she did to stay on top of things. But college was a time for fun just as much as anything else.

[allitheargent-blog]

@musicallyukimura

Allison realized that she had been very much in and out of her dorm all day, kind of only briefly running into her new roommate Kira with each exit or entrance, for which she felt a bit guilty. She didn’t mean any harm by not being around, she just was use to being out of her dorm. But she didn’t want things to not be so awkward between the pair. They were living in the same room after all. So Allison made an effort to get back to her room after class. She planned to have a conversation with her new roommate and get to know her at least a little better. 

Allison opened the door to their room, placing her bookbag in her desk chair, and pulling herself up onto her bed. She had about thirty minutes before she had to get to an archery lesson, which meant plenty of time to talk to Kira. Of course, the minute she opened her mouth to say something to the girl, she couldn’t think of anything to say. She thought for a while, trying to think of something they could have in common, but even their majors were at opposite ends of the spectrum. 

She glanced up at Kira, and decided asking her questions about herself was as good as place as any to start. “So, Kira, what instruments do you play?” She asked. She knew about her guitar, but that was it. She figured a music major always knew how to play multiple instruments. Right?

[stiles-theoneandonly]

Causing a girl to fall was something that would happen to him. He wasn’t the most graceful of people in the world so it was not shocking. Normally he would probably get upset and angry, even if it was his fault. Just because it shocked him and he tended to have outbursts when he shouldn’t. Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to do that with this girl. And it probably was his fault, right? He was just going to go with that it was.

“Oh, sorry about that,” he said as he picked up some of her papers and handed them to her. Scott was the gentleman and he would know what to do this situation. Stiles, however, had no idea and it was a little bothersome. He rubbed the back of his head before dusting off his jeans. He was cursed with being clumsy and getting distracted. He blamed his ADHD. And he was pretty sure he hadn’t taken his pill this morning. Definitely not a good thing.

“So, this is awkward…” He laughed a little and then sent her a small grin. “I’m Stiles and apparently my thoughts on possibly crunchwraps caused me to lose focus and almost run you over. Don’t day dream about food and walk. Lesson learned.” Yeah, he was not good at small talk either. 

[allitheargent-blog]

Allison blew a strand of hair out of her face as she tried to organize her papers as best as she could while still trying to balance everything in her arms. It was quite the challenge, honestly. And she just felt bad for how much tension their now was between her and this boy that had run into her. She could tell that he genuinely felt bad, he just didn’t seem to know what to do about that fact. 

She returned his smile, and nodded. “Just a tiny bit.” She returned his laughter, trying to defuse the situation. “Nice to meet you, Stiles. I don’t think I can put it all on you. I was reading a text from my Dad, and looked up just too late to stop the collision myself. So, don’t read texts from family members and walk either.” She said, shrugging. “I’m Allison. It’s nice to meet you.” 

She paused for a moment. “You know what I can blame you for, though, is the fact that I now want a crunchwrap, too. That one is all you.” She told him. She hadn’t even realized how little food she had eaten all day until Stiles had said something about food.

[stiles-theoneandonly]

@allitheargent

Finally biology class had let out and he could be on his way back to his place where he could take a nap. Or he could go grab food. Either way he wanted to be off campus for a while. The boy left the science building and was headed for the parking lot. However, he still had to go through campus a ways to get to the particular parking lot his jeep was parked in. Roscoe, as he called it, had a particular spot in the parking lot and he always parked there. He paid for that parking spot.

Stiles was rushing through campus, his biology book, notebook and cell phone in his hands. His stomach was definitely telling him that food would have to come before the nap and he was already thinking of where he was going to eat. Thankfully he didn’t have a strict diet like Scott did. He too had tried out for lacrosse and had not made it. Sometimes he thought about trying out again by why give up the delicious fast food for a sport he wasn’t good at? Sure, he played in high school, but that was mainly to make his dad proud. 

Not paying attention to where he was going (he was thinking about food, let’s be real,) he ran into someone. Hard. Various school supplies went everywhere as did Stiles. He was sprawled out on the pavement and ready to give whomever it was a piece of his mind. Until he saw the girl picking up her things. He scrambled to his feet and tried to help her. “I’m sorry. I mean…watch where you’re going…” By his tone it was easy to tell he was only joking. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you right?”

[allitheargent-blog]

Allison was busy reading a long winded text from her Dad as she walked to class. Honestly, it wasn’t the brightest idea seeing as her arms were full of notebooks and textbooks, but she knew that if she didn’t respond before class started he’d freak out. She figured after three years her Dad would stop worrying about her, but that wasn’t the case. He never stopped worrying. Apparently that’s just what parents did. 

Allison was half way to class by the time she finished reading the text, and looked up just in time to see a guy walking full speed directly at her. She opened her mouth to say something, but by the time she reacted, he had already rammed into her. Very hard. Hard enough to knock her off her feet, and the all her school work out of her hands. Textbooks fell to the ground with a thud, and loose papers from her notebooks fluttered to the ground fairly calmly. 

She was in too much shock still to even address the boy that had run into her so aggressively. She just started to gather her supplies hoping it would help her regain her composure a little bit. She made eye contact with him as he spoke to her. His feelings on the subject of colliding with her were varied, but she could tell that being angry about it wasn’t exactly at the top of his list. “No, I’m fine, thanks. My notes took a little bit of beating, though.” She said, as she flipped through the pages, many of them being folded from the way they had hit the ground.

[bruinsmccall-deactivated2016080]

@allitheargent

The library was not a friendly place for Scott McCall. He was far too accidentally loud to thrive there. Whether he was knocking books off the desk with his elbow, or his phone was blaring music when his headphones cord popped off, or even if he just had the sniffles, the young man felt like a nuisance to everyone around him. 

That was why he was happy to find a place to call “his usual”. It was halfway between campus and his own apartment, and though it didn’t look like much on the outside, it was perfect. The Black Bear cafe had everything he could want. They made amazing sandwiches (which he dined out on far too often) and despite not being much of a coffee drinker, he rather liked what they brewed. It wasn’t too loud, nor too quiet for studying, and after long labs, it was the best place to go to get his readings done.

ACTH is released in the peripheral vasculature, which allows it to travel to the cortex of the adrenal gland to bind receptors, causing the production of glucocorticoids…

Scott rubbed at his eyes with a closed fist, the highlighter slipping from his fingers. Animal behaviour was one of his favourite courses, but it was by no means light stuff. Glancing up from the blur of words in front of him, his dark eyes landed on a familiar figure standing near the counter. “Allison?” he called lightly, raising a hand to wave. “Hey!”

[allitheargent-blog]

Allison was an unconventional person when it came to studying. Something about the florescent lighting of Libraries deterred her from being able to study. She felt like she was being watched constantly. Not to mention, that much silence was deafening, and she’d rather suffocate for real than allow silence to do it. So she decided to go hunting for a new place to study. Her dorm was out, the quad was out, and empty classrooms were out. She thought she was doomed until she eventually stumbled across a little cafe that looked like it should have been condemned ages ago from the outside. The inside, however, was amazing. It was exactly what she needed. Just enough noise and the perfect balance of sunlight and synthetic lighting. It was like it was made just for her. 

Allison dropped her bag at her usual table in the corner by the window and walked up to the counter to order her usual drink. It had taken a while, but she was finally at the point where she was forming “usual” habits. 

She heard her name from the opposite side of the cafe. She made eye contact with Scott from her Biology class. She grinned, waving back. The pair had been partnered up in class previously and hit it off. She handed her money over, and made her way to his table. “Scott, hey. I didn’t know you came here. I figured it was UCLA’s greatest kept secret.”

[harvellejoannas-deactivated2016]

With all the family that I’ve lost, I could use a few friends.