Why Would You Ever Kiss Me?

Masterpiece Theater II

Stiles POV
I was bugging the fuck out.
What was Isaac up to?
I didn't trust the guy, even if Scott would give him a chance, no way for me.

He never seemed to give Stassi any piece of mind until he found out her role with the pack. It was a set up Im sure of it. I just don't have enough information or proof.
But as soon as he slips, I'm calling him out for it.
And he'll slip.

I just had Econ and the last thing I could think about right now was the stock market.
My dad had been getting calls of incidents happening around town. He tells me it's disclosed information and not to push my luck, but that's me. I like to push it and push it until my luck is over. And I'm not done trying to squeeze some information out of him. Especially of any of it can gives us an upper hand in all of this.

"Pst!" Scott said to me.
"What?" I asked.
"Where were you?" He asked as Coach wrote on the board.
"I just walked Stass to the door since she was going home." I said truthfully.
He looked like he had something to say, like he knew something I didn't.
"What's your thoughts on Isaac coming Wednesday?" He asked out of the blue.
"Do you know something I don't?" I asked kind of panicy.
He shook his head no with a fearful look on his face.

"Hey! Frick and Frack!" Coach said calling us out. "You two got something to share?"
"No Coach."
"Nope. Sorry." I said awkwardly.
"Alright. Zip it. Shut it!" He said.
What a dick.

I was internally freaking out about Isaac and Stassis car ride. What if he pulls something slick? What if he sets her up? What the hell is Scott keeping from me?
I felt like I couldn't trust anyone right now. Like everyone knew something I didn't, and they just talked about when I wasn't around, and they were hinting things to me, and I just didn't understand.

I was kind of lying at lunch though. I didn't change my mind last minute about Wednesday because I thought I was inconsiderate about Stassis paranoia with Lydia, it was more considering mine. Hearing her and Isaac talking in French and him making her laugh made my blood boil.
I had been trying so hard to learn and practice French because I know that's what she speaks at home and it makes her feel better, and he just waltz in speaking perfect fluent French and sweeping her off her feet. It also didn't help that I didn't understand a thing, so I had no clue what they were talking about right in front of my face.

It wasn't so much Stassi that I was afraid of, she's kind of unaware with how attractive she is and what people, what guys, think of her. I mean, before her and I kind of got together, I was in the locker room, I heard what everyone else thought. Locker room thoughts you know? Uncensored totally primal talk. She catches your eye. You walk past her on the street and you take a double take, you have to look again. But then you talk to her, and that's where she gets you. With her wit and her charm, she can make anyone fall in love with her.

She had the soul anyone would be lucky to be with. And she doesn't even know! The great ones never do.

My leg bounced in anxitey. I kept looking at my phone waiting for her name to pop up and as the minutes went on the more intrusive my thoughts became.
Scott looked over to me raising his eyebrows silently giving me the 'dude what the fuck' look. I paid it no mind.
My mind was currently occupied whether my girlfriend was about to be mawled by a teenage werewolf in a remote location. You know, clearly the regular things high school kids think about.

Jesus Christ.

My phone vibrated and I scrammed to read the message.
"Dude, your heart sounds like it's going to come out of your chest." Scott said.

"Hey. I'm home (: "
She said. Oh thank God.
"Good how was the car ride?"
I asked being pretty skeptical and paranoid.
"It was fine. He was on the way to my house anyway so no biggie."
Great. So now he lives by her too. While I am on the opposite side of town.
"Oh. Nice."

I was taking it out on her. Damn it. I didn't mean to. I needed to not push her away, not now not ever. My insecurities are not her fault. My insecurities are not her fault.

My thumbs twirled over the screen thinking about what to say to not make her feel like I was mad at her or anything.
I had a feeling that I kind of scared her off a bit when I blurted out that I'd skip class. But I couldn't let her know then that I trusted the Devil more than Isaac.

She still hasn't responded. I mean how do you respond to such a short and pretty pissed off sounding text.
"So Wednesday I was thinking that I could rent a movie for us? To watch while we eat."
Duh.
What the fuck.
I think I was subliminally hinting to confirm the fact that we weren't staying.
"You trying to Netflix and chill?"
I could she the cocked eyebrow and smirk on her face and her the text in her tone and it made me laugh to myself.

Isaac was now in the back of my mind. Little moments like this remind me of how close we've become. How I can visualize her and hear her even when she's not physically in front of me.
I wonder if that happens with her.

"Stilinski!" Coach yelled snapping me out of my total heart eyes moment.
"Wha-Yeah? Yes Coach." I said flustered.
"I'm sorry is my class interrupting a conversation of yours?" He asked squinting his eyes at me.
I locked my phone and turned it upside down on my desk interlocking my fingers and pressing my hands to my lips. I shook my head no as some people laughed.
"No sexting in class!" He yelled turning back around.

I exhaled bringing my hands down to my desk and out of the corner of my eye I could see Scott laughing.
I looked to him and seeing him laugh started to make me laugh.
"Make it a little less obvious next time."
"Thank you. Captain Douche Bag." I said rolling my eyes yet not being able to contain my smile.

Class ended and Scott and I were heading out to the parking lot when the sound of high heels clanking on the tile and, "Wait!" was shouted from behind us.
Lydia scurried over to us frantically and when she stopped in front of us she fixed her hair and cleared her throat flashing a flirty smile.

All I could think about was how much Stassi would hate this right now.
I looked around awkwardly not trying to make eye contact.
"You're not really going to skip Wednesday are you?" She asked.
I still looked around and Scott nudged me in the ribs.
"Ow! Wha- what?" I asked dumbly, but I heard the question.
"Wednesday. You're coming." She stated bugging her eyes at me and crossing her arms.
"Well uh I I, you know, I was kind of being selfish and everything so-"
"Ugh!" She scoffed rolling her eyes. "Stassi forgave me. It's all good."
"I don't remember that-" Scott said confused, and neither did I.
"Whatever! It's fine!" She said getting annoyed. Why did she want us there so bad?
"You guys better be there." She said pulling at the middle of my shirt and walking away.

I looked at Scott embarrassed with the flirty encounter.
I cant lie. The new attention from Lydia was flattering, and I can't say that I hate it. I've liked her since 3rd grade, but her new fascination with me was out of the blue. And I didn't want Stassi to get any idea that she was anything less than everything I have ever dreamed about.

"You wanna know something funny?" Scott said to me.
"What?" I asked curiously.
"Your heartbeat was normal, when talking to Lydia." He said.
I laughed in relief. This just kind of confirmed what I knew all along but my thoughts kept getting in the way.
"What can I say? I'm into brunettes now." I joked and he shoved me playfully as we walked to my car.

"Speaking of.." Scott said climbing in the car. He looked serious now. Come on buddy, spit it out.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Isaac sat with me in Bio." He said.
"Okay?" I questioned.
"And I sat with Stassi.."
I looked at him in a way that just read, let me hear it.
"And I heard a very fast beating heart.."
Stassis? No way.
"And you think it was Stassis?" I asked.
He shook his head no violently.
"No no no. It was uh, Isaacs." He said finally.
"So? What you think he like wants to try to hurt her or something?"
He scoffed at me and slapped his hands on his knees in frustration.
"No!" He yelled out.

"I think that Isaac likes Stassi."