"It just felt so weird, it felt real. I never had a dream like that before." Scott explained while we were walking through the hallway at school. Apparently Scott had a dream about Allison last night, except it wasn't like a normal teenage boy's dream about a girl because he didn't just makeout with her, he killed her.
"So you killed her..? Pretty harsh stuff." I pouted playfully while we stopped by my locker so I could put some of the books I didn't need in there, as well as grab my notebook. "I'm sure it was perfectly fine..I mean, sometimes I have dreams of killing the two of you..but usually you're both zombies and you beg me to..and I don't actually kill you, more like tie you to a tree and run away..Okay, yeah your dream is pretty bad."
"I don't know if I killed her though.." Scott sighed as he held onto the straps of his backpack. "I woke up before I could actually see myself kill her. But I just woke up sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. I never had a dream where I woke up like that before."
"Really? I have." Stiles got this look on his face like he was reliving a flashback. "Usually ends a little differently though.."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay A. I meant I never had a dream that felt that real before." Scott explained while rolling his eyes with me at our best friend. Seriously, Stiles? Not the time to talk about one of your sex fantasies, Scott's kind of freaking out of having a slasher porn dream about Allison in which she may or may not have died.
"And B. Never give us that much detail of you in bed again. Like ever, I mean forever times forever." I laughed while we kept walking down the hallway. "But then again I've had dreams about a sexy irish man from One Direction sooo..." I laughed at the look on their faces.
"Most of his dreams consist of yo..-" Scott started saying until he was cut off by Stiles elbowing him in the gut. I raised my eyebrow at both of them before deciding to ignore it. I would question Scott about it later anyways and hopefully he would tell me, or maybe I'll have to beat him up like i use to when we were kids. But it wasn't my fault that during kickboxing they'd put us against each other and I was taller than him back then; his growth spurt started about two years later when he surpassed me.
"Let's just get back to your dream..-" I changed the subject, seeing that Stiles face was turning red like that time we rode the tilt-a-whirl at the fair and he almost got sick.
"Look, I know what you're going to say." Scott interrupted me.
"Oh really?" I raised my eyebrow at him again.
"Yeah, you're going to say it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow right? And that I'm going to loose control and rip her throat out." Scott answered my question, while I just chewed on the inside of my cheek, trying to look anywhere but him. Damn it, he was right.
"Whhhaaattt? No, I was not going to say that..I wouldn't say that.." I answered back sarcastically making Stiles laugh slightly with me as Scott just gave us this annoyed look. I sighed before telling him my worries for his date tomorrow, "Okay, fine. It's totally that but you have to admit it is kind of dangerous. Scott, I mean..what if you loose control..?"
"Hey, come on. I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly considering that there's not like a class for beginners in lycanthropy that you could take." Stiles patted Scott's shoulders, trying to cheer him up.
"Not a class but maybe a teacher..." Scott trailed off as he got this look on his face. He wasn't thinking of who I thought he was thinking of...right? There was no way that he would ever in a thousand years ever listen to Derek Hale right? The one that he was so certain murdered his sister? You know, Derek Hale, the one that he's convinced is stalking Allison? Seriously, Scott? Come on, this sounds like a plan Stiles would have come up with.
I let out a sharp laugh before shaking my head at Scott. "You can't be talking about Derek Hale. Are you seriously mental or something? Scott, did you get knocked on the head a bit too hard during Lacrosse? Did you forget your brilliant idea where you got him tossed in jail for his sister's murder, which he clearly didn't do?! Even if he could help, I doubt he would since you sent him to jail for murdering his sister and burying half her body in his yard.."
"I know, but..chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus it felt so real.." Scott sighed.
"How real?" Stiles questioned him.
"Like it actually happened.." Scott answered while we pushed the doors open to lead us to the parking lot, revealing a school bus that had it's back doors ripped open. There was blood everywhere and police were blocking it off while what looked like medical examiners were examining the place.
*
"Look, I'm telling you that Allison is perfectly fine." I huffed out as Stiles and I attempted to keep up with Scott as we were sprinting down the hall to keep up with him. Scott was freaking out right now, saying that he did that and Allison was in danger or worse, dead.
"You know it could just be a coincidence." Stiles speculated in an attempt to get Scott to slow down but it seemed like everything we told him went in one ear and out the other. He was just pacing back and forth, so focused on finding Allison.
Allison wasn't answering her phone and we couldn't find her either so Scott was officially having a white girl gets her latte messed up break down. Scott convinced himself that he killed her, which he didn't.. He couldn't have. I mean, it's Scott we're talking about here. Scott wouldn't hurt a fly, he wouldn't even kill a spider that was in my room when we were working on a project. Luckily, Stiles was there so he killed it. Otherwise, I would have had to light my whole room on fire. Spiders just creep me out.
"A seriously amazing coincidence but a coincidence never the less." I added to Stiles statement on how Allison was fine and this whole thing was just a coincidence, I mean coincidences happen right? Scott looked like he was going to pass out right here in the hallway.
"Sara is right, Scott listen. Allison is probably fine." Stiles tried getting Scott to stop but it didn't work.
"Just help me fine her, please.." Scott begged and from the tone in his voice, you could tell that he was three seconds away from tearing this whole entire town apart. Thank goodness he opted to just grab a hold of his head, letting out a loud scream in frustration before hitting one of the lockers, bending the whole locker. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, Scott had just practically destroyed Jackson's locker. I think this is what the universe calls karma.
Scott started walking backwards, motioning that he was about to sprint off in the other direction before he bumped into someone. Thank god, Allison's okay. What are the odds that she would be the person Scott bumped into? Well looks like the odds were in our favor for this one.
"Let's leave them to..catch up." I smirked while linking mine and Stiles arms together and walked off in the opposite direction. As Stiles and I were walking down the hallway, I noticed him turning red from the corner of my eye. I looked at him confused before stopping and asking him what he was staring at.
"No-nothing." He stuttered while looking up and avoiding my eye contact.
"Stiles, what are you staring at?" I questioned him, giving him the face.
"You.."
"Me?" I asked confused, feeling my face turn red like a tomato. "Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" I asked him before digging through my bag to look for a mirror.
"Yo-you just look really beautiful today..like you do everyday.." Stiles coughed while I bit my bottom lip, feeling like i was going to explode from feelings.
I let out a sigh, smiling up at him. "You my friend are one smooth talking son of a gun..keep talking like that and you're going to get pounced on and taken in the back seat of that jeep."
Stiles eyes went wide and I couldn't help but laugh before walking into class, leaving him there in shock.
*
Right now, we were sitting in chemistry. Stiles and I were sitting next to each other since we were lab partners, and Scott was sitting across from us. Thank god at the beginning of the year, i called dibs on Stiles as my partner, I hated being paired up with someone I didn't know.
"maybe it was my blood on the floor?" Scott speculated as he was distracting me from taking the notes that Harris was writing down on the board at the front of class.
"Maybe it was animal blood? Like you caught a rabbit or something?" I whispered as I kept my eyes on the board, trying to scribble down the notes as fast as I could.
"And did what with it?" Scott questioned me.
"Ate it? I don't know." I answered while turning the page of the textbook Stiles and I were sharing. I bet myself a spa day that those two are just going to ask to copy my notes later on, that's usually how it went in class. I should write them in Spanish so they can't copy them or something.
"Raw?" Scott had this disgust look on his face.
"No, you stopped to bake it in your little werewolf oven. I don't know you're the one who can't remember a thing." Stiles answered sarcastically, making me crack a smile.
"Mr. Stilinski." I heard Harris call Stiles name from the front of the classroom. I knew he'd get in trouble for talking, he kind of always does. Now it's only a question if we were going to get in trouble with him. "If that's your idea of a hushed whisper then maybe you should try taking out the headphones every once in a while."
Everyone in class was now staring at the three of us. I rolled my eyes and sighed, why did this always happen? Everyone was staring at us like we just murdered someone and the blood was still on us.
"Maybe you, Mr. McCall, and Ms. Sandoval will benefit from a little distance." Harris suggested.
Ugh, no.
Despite these two bird brains always distracting me and getting me in trouble, they made me focus on school more since I knew they'd copy my notes later on. I guess it kind of makes me want to focus more so we don't all fail and be trapped here in this psycho town forever.
"No.." Stiles simply answered, trying to argue with Harris. Well I guess it wouldn't be a day unless Stiles was arguing with him one way or another.
"You know we're just going to end up moving back anyways." I shrugged my shoulders, trying my best to not give up my seat that I called dibs on the first day of class. It was far enough from the board where I could text if I wanted to but also not too far in the back where he'd get suspicious.
"And if you do, I'll give you three detention until the day you die." Harris answered while pointing for us to move. Scott moved to the front next to some girl, Stiles stayed at our desk, while I moved next to the only other empty seat which was next to Isaac.
Isaac was a nice guy, kind of quiet and really kept to himself. He was on lacrosse with Stiles and Scott but never really talked to them, or anyone for that matter. We used to have play dates when both our moms were still around, we stopped though cause his dad's kind of an asshole.
I looked over at Isaac, giving him a small smile as he returned it but kept his head down and focused on his notebook. He was just so quiet, I felt bad. He was always sitting by himself and wouldn't talk to anyone, I know Jackson picks on him and I think Isaac should rise up and kick Jackson's ass but that's just me. I sighed when I finally realized Isaac wasn't going to talk to me, before looking over my shoulder and smirking at Stiles. Stiles just rolled his eyes at me as Harris told us to tell him if the separation anxiety became too much for us to handle.
"HA." Stiles faked laugh from the back of the class room while Harris went back to his lesson.
That was short lived however by the girl who was sitting next to Scott, pointing at the window and yelling something. "I think they found something!"
We all rushed over to the window, staring as two paramedics were wheeling someone strapped to a gurney towards the ambulance. The man looked completely awful from where we were standing, almost like he was attacked by an animal..
Or maybe Scott's dream wasn't just a dream after all..
"I'm sure it's fine.." I tried soothing Scott before suddenly the man jumped up screaming bloody murder. The girls in class screamed while all the boys jumped back, me though, I hid in Stiles chest. He wrapped his arms around me as I kept my face buried in his chest, hearing his heartbeat beating super fast at our close proximity. I blushed against his chest before turning my head and looking over at Scott, who looked like he was about to piss his pants.
"Okay.." Stiles breathed while keeping one arm wrapped around me and using his free one to pat Scott on the shoulders in comfort. "This is good, this is good.."
"How is this good?" Scott looked at him like he was out of his mind. My thoughts exactly Scott, there's no way that this is good but I'd love to hear Stiles blind optimism here.
"Because he got up. Dead guys can't do that." Stiles explained. He had a fair point, the guy wasn't dead and if he wasn't dead then that meant we could find out who exactly attacked him. Scott however, didn't think like we did.
"Guys..." Scott started saying while he kept his eyes focused on the scene outside the window.
"I did that.."
*
Right now, we had just grabbed our food and were walking to sit down at an empty lunch table. Scott was still freaking out about the nightmare that happened in Chem, talking about how he killed the bus driver or almost did. We tried talking him out of it, telling him that it wasn't him but he wasn't convinced.
"Dreams aren't memories." I pointed out to the worry wolf as I took a bite out of my salad.
"It wasn't a dream." Scott pleaded with me and Stiles. "Something happened last night but I can't remember any of it."
"What makes you think Derek has all the answers anyways?" I questioned Scott, already knowing where he was going with this conversation. For some reason unknown, Scott thinks Derek is like a werewolf god and has all the answers. I frankly, don't trust the guy. There's just something about him that doesn't feel right and I feel like bad things are going to happen. Call if esp or something but I think Derek's going to get us in a lot more trouble than do good.
"Because during the full moon he didn't change. He was in total control while I was running around attacking some totally innocent guy!" Scott practically ripped his hair out. The look on his face just read that he was about to throw up then pass out. I felt bad for Scott, to not remember anything must be horrible. But I have a gut feeling that he didn't attack that guy. After all, he's Scott McCall. He's a marshmellow.
"You don't know that." Stiles pointed out to Scott.
"I don't not know it. I can't go out with Allison, I have to cancel." Scott sighed, messing with the food on his plate.
"Oh hell no." I gave him a stern look. "If I recall when we tried telling you not to go out with her, we got pushed and a chair thrown at us. You'll be perfectly fine and you're going out with her. You're Scott f-ing McCall, you wouldn't hurt a fly."
"Sara's right, you can't cancel your entire life." Stiles agreed with me.
"We're going to figure something out, we always do." I smiled at him. He seemed to relax for a second until Allison came and sat down besides Scott. "Hey Allison." I smiled at her and she smiled back, suddenly though Lydia and Jackson's clique had sat down with us. Okay, this was getting weird. Why were they sitting here? I mean, I'm friends with Lydia but I never sit with her or Jackson during lunch because well.. they both made fun of my two best friends.
"Why are they sitting with us?" Stiles whispered to me and Scott, we all just exchanged confused looks until Scott started smiling like an idiot at Allison. I nudged Stiles in the elbow and snicked at the love sick look on our best friend's face. It was really adorable and I was super happy for Scott, so there was no way he was going to cancel his date or else we'd never hear the end of it.
Danny sat next to me, and I said hi to him before having a mini conversation until I felt Stiles giving me a look. I turned back to Stiles, giving him the same look. It wasn't my fault that they were all sitting with us, besides Danny is awesome and anyone who doesn't like Danny is an idiot.
Jackson walked over to the end of table, standing there before telling one of the lacrosse players to move. "Why don't you ever ask Danny to move?" The lacrosse guy complained. Well it could be because Danny is Jackson's best friend and anyone with eyes can tell that lacrosse guy had it bad for Lydia, he was always staring at her boobs.
"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny shot back at the guy, making me laugh. After a bit of awkward silence, thankfully Danny broke it. "So I heard there was an animal attack, most likely a cougar or something."
"I heard it was a mountain lion." Jackson commented. I couldn't stand Jackson sometimes, he was such a dumbass and rude.
Before I could comment though on how he's an idiot and a cougar is a type of mountain lion, I was cut off by Lydia.
"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia commented.
We all kind of looked at her a bit confused for a second, especially Jackson. I knew Lydia was smart, we're in all the same AP classes and she helps me with my math homework when I can't figure it out. She's a low key genius and I don't understand why she acts dumb.
"Isn't it?" Once she noticed us looking at her, that's when she started playing dumb again. I sighed to myself before taking another bite from my salad and looking over at Stiles.
"Who cares." Jackson huffed, wow he's really sensitive isn't he? Note my sarcasm. "The guy was probably some homeless tweaker who was going to die anyways."
I rolled my eyes at him, he is such an asshole. "Way to be sensitive Jackass. You're definitely going to get most sensitive in the yearbook."
Jackson and I glared at each other, and I could hear Stiles laughing at my comment besides me. I hit him with my hand slightly, making him stop. It looked like Jackson was about to say something else until we were interrupted by Stiles.
"Wait, I actually found out who it was. Check it out." Stiles announced while showing us his phone. The victims name was Garrison Myers, who had survived his attacks. I remember him, he used to drive the bus that would take me to school before I could drive or get a ride with Stiles. I looked up and Scott had this sickening look on his face.
"I-I know this guy.." Scott stuttered.
"You do?" Allison asked him.
"yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver." Scott said as I watched his entire mood go completely south and he seemed to be itching closer to the edge of his seat. Poor Scott, I'm sure everything's fine.
"Can we talk about something slightly more fun?" Lydia asked, making us all tear our attention away from Stiles phone. "Like where we're going tomorrow night?"
Allison looked at her confused and with wide eyes. "What?"
"You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow right? Why not turn it into a group thing?" Lydia asked as the look on Allison's face said it all.
"We're still thinking of what we're going to do..." Allison sat there awkwardly, hoping that Lydia would drop the conversation. Anyone with eyes, besides Lydia apparently, could see that Allison and Scott did not want to double date with her and Jackson. Understandable since Jackson spent all of middle school and now high school, tormenting Scott.
"Well i'm not sitting at home watching lacrosse videos so if the four of us are going to do something, it's going to be fun." Lydia said before taking a bite out of her food.
Stiles and I exchanged a look before we looked over at Allison and Scott.
"Han-hanging out?" Scott asked Allison confused. Scott gave Allison this look, the kind of look that made him think she was going to say something that would get them from double dating with Jackson and Lydia.
"It could be fun..?" Allison said awkwardly.
Ouch, sorry Scott.
"You know what sounds like fun?" Jackson announced before he held up his fork. "Stabbing my eye out with a fork."
I rolled my eyes at him, tossing him an extra I had grabbed. "Here, stab the other one out while you're at it."
Lydia glared at the two of us before grabbing the fork out of his hand and telling Jackson to quit it. I watched as Lydia's eyes traveled to me and Stiles, I mouthed 'no' to her because I already knew what she was thinking but she ignored my pleas. "You know, we can make this into a triple date. It'll be fun."
Stiles almost chocked on his water, I had to pat his back to make sure he didn't die right here and now like I felt like I was going to. "What?" Stiles and me asked her at the same time. I think Stiles was just as surprised as I was, if not more by the red look on his face.
"You two are dating, right?" Lydia raised an eyebrow at me. Mental not to angry text her about this little conversation later.
"we're just friends." I gave Lydia this look.
"whatever, i'll find someone to go with you." Lydia smirked before she got this look on her face that showed she had just gotten an idea. "What about bowling? You love to bowl!" She turned to Jackson with a happy look on her face.
I let out a small sigh, thanking god that the attention was not on me and Stiles anymore. I could see from the corner of my eye though that Stiles was still slightly red and had this look on his face.
"Yeah, with actual competition." Jackson glared.
"How do you know we're not actual competition?" Allison questioned Jackson, I think I smell a rivalry going to happen at this date. Allison then turned to Scott saying, "You can bowl right?"
Oh no.
"Umm short of?" Scott stuttered out. Stiles and I looked at each other, shaking our heads. The last time the three of us went bowling together, Scott couldn't hit a single thing. It was even more embarrassing because we had to ask to have the kiddie lanes put up, of course he made me lie and say they were for me. The point is, Scott sucks at bowling and there's no way out of this unless his werewolfness suddenly gave him mad bowling skills.
"Is that a yes or no?" Jackson asked harshly, raising his eyebrow at Scott.
"Yes." Scott said confidently while Stiles and I just shook our heads. Scott was getting himself into hot water right now with no way back to the shore. "In fact, I'm a great bowler."
This was going to bite him in the ass later on.
*
"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles laughed at Scott while the three of us continued walking down the hallways.
"I know, i'm such an idiot." Scott sighed.
"It was like watching a car wreck." Stiles laughed. "First it was the whole group date thing then there was that phrase."
"Hanging out." Scott sighed, obviously not liking how his date was turning into a group gathering with no signs of it being a date at all. Poor Scott, looks like he's getting cock blocked. Hmm some might say it's karma for all the times he's done that to me but oh well.
"What's so wrong with hanging out? It's not even a difference." I commented, not understanding why they were freaking out over the phrase 'hanging out'.
"You don't hangout with hot girls, it's like death." Stiles explained to me.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me? I hangout with the two of you, are you trying to say I'm not hot or something?"
I watched Stiles eyes go wide as he shook his head. It was funny watching him freak out. "No, no , no. That's not what I meant."
Scott laughed at Stiles stuttered with his words while I joined in his laughter. I patted Stiles shoulder before smirking up at him. "You know i'm only kidding with you Stilinski."
Scott was still laughing before Stiles glared at him slightly. "I'm so glad you're enjoying this. Because for you, once it's hanging out you might as well be her gay best friend."
"You're being ridiculous. Don't listen to him." I tried convincing Scott that Stiles logic was completely stupid. "Personally I think Danny is awesome and besides, I hangout with you two and you're not gay. You're my best friends but from the way I see Stiles getting a boner from watching a meghan fox movie, I really doubt it. Not to mention you getting all hot and bothered about Allison."
Stiles rolled his eyes at me, nudging me slightly while we turned our attention to Scott.
"How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn't." Scott was now back in his freakout mode. That was short, thought he'd be out of it for at least three more minutes.
"Hey, you're going to be fine." I looked at Scott, placing my hand on his arm. Scott sighed, seeming to let up a little bit as we heard Stiles saying something behind us.
"I don't think Danny likes me very much." Stiles pondered. We both gave him a weird look, why is he thinking about this? Maybe, he didn't like me because he was into Danny.
"Of course he doesn't. You're a goober." I laughed while I linked mine and Stiles arms together, leaning my head on his shoulder. I smirked to myself when i noticed Stiles jump, it brought me great joy and confidence to know I had some sort of effect on him. I could see Stiles turning red before Scott brought my attention back to the problem at hand.
"I asked Allison on a date and now we're hanging out!" Scott complained.
"Am I not attractive to gay guys?" Stiles asked while I unlinked our arms and gave him a confused and weird look. Why is the guy I've chosen to fall for such a weirdo, well only god knows but I do like him this way. His weirdness is what made me fall for him to begin with.
"I make first line and now the captain wants to destroy me. And now-.." Scott was listening the things that sucked about his life right now before looking down at his phone. "and now i'm going to be late for work."
"Wait, Scott you didn't..-" Stiles was trying to tell Scott as Scott raced off to avoid being even more late for work. I laughed while watching the whole thing unravel before my eyes. "Am I not attractive to gay guys?" I burst out laughing while Stiles gave me this look before nudging me. "am I not attractive to gay guys?" He then asked me.
I rolled my eyes at him as we continued walking towards his jeep. "I don't know, considering I'm a girl and not gay. I'll be sure to text Danny and ask him." I laughed while Stiles rolled his eyes at me as he held the door open for me, helping me in. I thanked him as he ran around and climbed in, starting the car. I smiled over at him, placing my hand on top of his. He jumped at the contact of our skin before looking at me confused. "I don't know if you're attractive to gay guys, but I do know something.."
"What?"
"You're very attractive to this very straight girl." I watched as Stiles blushed red while thanking me silently. I couldn't help but smile too, feeling that roller coaster feeling in the pit of my stomach again.
I think the roller coaster feeling in the pit of my stomach, the constant wanting and needing to be around Stiles, the always thinking about him.. I think this is what it feels like. You know, when you fall for someone. I just hope he falls too.
*
Right now, I was being dragged by Scott on his date with Allison. As if Lydia getting some random lacrosse guy to go with me wasn't bad enough, I'd rather be at home or with Stiles. At least then I know i'd have a good time, unlike now. Maybe Jackson was onto something with the whole stabbing myself with a fork thing..
I sat there, tying my shoes together while looking up at Scott and Allison. They were really cute together and it made me think of how last night, Scott dragged me and Stiles out of our houses. We went to the scene of the attack, he went to Derek and Derek told him to go there and remember what happened. I thought it was the dumbest thing in the world but it worked. Scott remembered a pair of glowing eyes and a lot of the blood was his, which made us think he did attack him but Scott mentioned how he was trying to save him and he thought Derek was the one who attacked the bus driver. Which made no sense because why would Derek help Scott remember that he was the one who attacked the bus driver?
Scott was happy either way, knowing he didn't attack anyone and he could go out with Allison. Which is why we're here now and on this stupid triple date. I should have just asked Stiles to come with me but I doubt he would have, hating Jackson's guts and all.
Stiles and I were in the middle of watching movies when Scott decided to drag me out of the house and send me on the date to hell. I glared at him as he came over to me. "You know, I was kind of in the middle of a movie night with Stiles when you rudely dragged me on the date to hell."
"Were you and Stiles..?" Scott asked me, and he had this look on his face. It took me about three seconds until I shook my head, hitting him in the arm.
"No, you pervert. We were just watching a movie." I complained.
"But you wanted to be..?" Scott smirked at me slightly.
I rolled my eyes at him before tying the other shoe. "No, I didn't. We're just friends you dummy. If I wanted to come on this date then i would have brought him so I'd at least have fun while you four geniuses are killing each other."
"Your heart rose over I don't , did you want Stiles to be your date date? Do you like Stiles?" Scott smirked at me.
I rolled my eyes at him again. he was acting like a teenager girl from a movie, gossiping with the friends at a sleepover or something.
"No! What is wrong with you? We're just friends." I complained, trying to hide the blush forming on my face.
"Your heart rose over no, you like Stiles! Holy crap, you like Stiles!" Scott smirked as he practically announced to the whole entire bowling alley and I swear to god i heard a giggle.
I hit him in the arm and stood up, looking all around us to make sure no one heard him. "Look, keep your voice down. My heart rose because you're an idiot." I whispered to him while glaring at him.
"You like Stiles! This is perfect. The two of you can go out and Allison and I are going out, we can go on group dates. Unlike this one right now with Lydia and Jackson but holy crap this is perfect, it's like out of a movie, maybe our luck is changing." Scott giggled like a school girl. I needed to do more manly things with him, like maybe football or whatever men do?
"You're an idiot and you sound like my best girl friend, not guy friend." I whispered at him while still giving him the stink eye.
"Come on, just admit it." Scott smirked at me and I let out a sigh. Well i was bound to tell him sooner or later about me liking Stiles, so might as well not keep it bottled up inside anymore. At least I'll have someone else to talk to about it besides my dad.
"Fine.." I sighed. "I admit, slightly, that I might..feel more than-..friendship for him." I tried finding the right words to say so Scott wouldn't freak out. Yeah, it was fail. Scott clapped his hands together and smirked at me, I swear I was going to crawl under a rock at any second right now.
"This is perfect, when are you going to tell him?" Scott gave me this look before taking out his phone and pulling up Stiles contact. "Call him now."
I grabbed his phone from his hand and tossed it to the floor. Scott looked at me with this look before checking to see if his phone was okay. "Promise, you won't say anything to him..I'd rather he hear it from me."
Scott nodded his head in agreement before still smiling over at me, making me want to punch him in the face. "So..you like Stiles." He said it in the form a statement rather than a question.
"It's my first and last thought of everyday.." I smiled, not wanting to hide it anymore. At least, I could talk to Scott about it now.
"I knew the two of you would go out eventually." Scott smiled proudly to himself. What did he know?
"I mean it was only a matter of time before you two fell for each other."
I couldn't help but blush to myself. It was nice to have Scott to talk about this with now too, now I wouldn't have to rely on my diary and my awkward conversations with my dad. I must be smiling like an idiot to myself, I like Stiles. It still sounds weird to say, we've been friends forever. But I also feel as if we've been more than friends for a while now..
I like him.. I really like him.
But I couldn't help but feel as if it's more. .