The following day has class as usual, their fears of Argent discovery not having caused anything unexpected overnight.
Hey it's Danny, hi Danny.
"Hey. How are you holding up?"
"Alright. We didn't get to watch all six movies, and we had dinner with the Argents but it was fun."
"Meeting the parents, and so soon too. Wrong parents though, you were probably looking for Sheriff Stilinski."
"Yeah, I think Allison's didn't want her to go to Stiles' place to watch the movie or something."
"Strict parents, huh?"
"Apparently," she says, in lieu of "Jesus Christ someone go rescue that girl."
"How was dinner? That sounds like lots of fun."
"...it could've gone worse?"
"Almost believable, congrats. See you in math."
Scott and Stiles anywhere?
There he is!
Talking to Lydia.
Lydia seems to be displeased.
And there's Stiles, talking to some girl.
...let's go see what's up with Lydia.
Thanks to werewolf hearing, she doesn't miss much onecessary she decides to pay attention.
"-embarrass yourself, that would be one thing. But Jackson will be off his game until that shoulder heals, and we're not starting off our season with a loss. Understand?"
Oh. Well that... is something. She walks over to them, looking cheerfully oblivious. "Hey there."
"Hello. Did you hear Scott was thinking about quitting the team?"
"It's come up, yeah."
"Are you going to help me talk some sense into him?"
"He seemed to think it was the best choice for his mental health, if he snaps like that again at someone on the other team we might have an even worse problem."
"Right. Well, if he decides to control himself, do let me know."
"I'm sure he will."
"I'll see you both later, then."
She scurries off.