Not Even Close - Teen Wolf

5

It had turned out that Erica wasn't here today, having more doctors appointments to get treatment for her Epilepsy, making the rest of the day go by painfully, and dreadfully slow. But while Scott, Stiles, and a lot of the Sophomore class had two more classes, I was off. The bell had gone off, signaling the 15 minute break between classes, and I went to my locker, grabbing all my books and my keys, walking out to the parking lot and placing all my things on the passenger side of my car.

When I was walking back around, I saw a head full of brown hair coming my way, making me roll my eyes and walk around faster. I saw Allison near the front of the doors, looking at us with confusion on her face. I wanted to let tears rise in my eyes at the thought of the two of them together, but didn't allow it to happen, and pushed them as far back into my throat as I could.

I managed to open my door, but ended up dropping my keys, making me curse lowly. I bent down and picked them up quickly, but not fast enough, because as I stood back up, Scott was close to the car, shouting my name.

"What do you want?" I spit when he came close, and he flinched back, but still placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I wanted to apologize. Sel, I'm so sorry. Nothing I can do can take back what I did, or what I feel for her. But I also still feel things for you! But I can't choose. Not between the two of you. I'm sorry-" HE cut himself off, sniffing the air, and his eyes went dark when he looked at me. "Whose shirt is that?"

"Why I don't think that's any of your business, McCall." I pushed his hand off of my form. "You're right!" I exclaim. "Nothing," I emphasize, "you do can ever take back what you did, what I saw, what I felt, or what I still feel!" I shout at him. "And if you can't choose, that's fine. I'll choose for you." I finished, and opened my door. When I had seated myself down, I slammed my door closed and turned on the engine.

"Have fun with your new toy." I say and reverse out of the spot before speeding out of the parking lot. I drove furiously all the way home, thinking about everything he said.

'But I can't choose'

What a dick.

'Whose shirt is that?'

Does it matter?

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After I got home, I still had so much pent up energy and rage that I needed to blow off, that I went for a run. Not something uncommon for me, but not very usual either.

I pulled on some of my running clothes and shoes, and pulled my hair into a ponytail, letting it swish with me as I took each step down the stairs. I wrote a note and stuck it on the fridge, walking out and heading for the jogging trail in the park.

I ran for a good hour and a half, before making my way back to the house. When I got in, Stiles was just getting out of his car from practice. I ignored him with all of my being and walked inside the house.

"Sel! Hey, Sel, wait!" Stiles exclaimed after me as I walked inside. I heard the door close, and only then did I whirl around and face him, not wanting to make a scene in front of all the neighbors.

"What Stiles? By the moon in the sky, what could you possibly want?" I asked him in a harsh tone, and  he flinched. He always hated it when I was angry.

"I thought that you might want to know." He started. "Jackson's in the hospital." He says and my eyes widen and my tone drops.

"What?" I whisper and he nods.

"Thought you might want to know." He tells me then starts walking up the stairs.

"Stiles!" I call after him and he turns around. "Thanks." I say halfheartedly and he smiles back, going up fully this time. I rush up after him and quickly strip and jump in the shower, making sure I washed all the sweat off and that my legs were smooth.