Love is funny / Stiles Stilinski

Part 2

" I think I like Scott," Allison blurted out.

" I think I like Stiles," Atlanta replied.

" Ok, so what can we do," Allison sighed.

" I'm not sure, maybe make the first move," Atlanta shrugged. Allison sighed and threw herself onto Atlanta's bed. Atlanta laughed at her sister.

" Mom," Atlanta yelled.

Mrs. Argent came rushing in, her eyes darting around Atlanta's room, looking for danger. " Yes, honey," she said.

" Allison and I like these two boys that are bestfriends but we don't know where to go from here," Atlanta confessed.

" Ooh, boys, what are their names," Mrs. Argent said.

" Stiles and Scott," Allison said Scott's name lovingly.

" What the heck is a Stiles," Mrs. Argent said.

" Mom, be nice," Atlanta scolded.

" So i'm guessing that Stiles is the one you like," Mrs. Argent said, smiling at her daughter.

" Yes," Atlanta said, shyly.

" Ok, well, maybe ask them if they want to hang out after school or something," Mrs. Argent said.

" Ok, we will thanks mom," Atlanta smiled.

" Alright ladies, make sure you go to bed at a reasonable time," Mrs. Argent said before she left Atlanta's room. 

Atlanta looked back at her sister and smiled. Then she ran and jumped on her, the both of them laughing. Then Atlanta's phone went off, ruining their fun. Atlanta got up off the bed and headed over to her desk where her phone was. She saw that it was an unknown number and looked back at Allison, showing her the phone. Allison just told her to pick it up.

" Hello," Atlanta said into the phone. 

" Hey, it's Stiles."

" Oh, hey Stiles, what's up."

" I was just wondering if maybe I could give you a ride to school tomorrow."

" Um, sure, that sounds great."

" Great, I will um see you tomorrow then."

" Yeah, bye Stiles." 

" Bye Atlanta."

Atlanta hung up the phone and looked at her twin with her arms crossed.

" I may or may not have given Stiles your number during 7th hour," Allison said, innocently.

Atlanta smiled, happy that her sister knew that she had a thing for Stiles.

" Good, because I gave Scott your number," Atlanta said.

They both just bust out laughing at the fact they both had a feeling about the other's feelings towards one of the boys.

" Do you think they like us back," Allison spoke after they came out of their laughing fit.

" Oh yeah, definitely," Atlanta said nonchalatly.

...

" Dude, I just called Atlanta," Stiles said to Scott over the phone.

" What did you guys say," Scott replied.

" I asked her if I could give her a ride in the morning and she agreed."

" Do you think I should text Allison."

" I think that you should text her but don't like ask her out or anything like that, just give her the vibes that you want to hang out with her and get to know her better."

" Your right, what about Lydia though."

" I think that I may like Atlanta more than Lydia, I mean at least Atlanta is talking to me, Lydia won't even look at me."

" Dude, I think you are falling hard for Atlanta already."

" Oh shut up Scott, don't think I didn't see how you were looking at Allison during Chem."

" Don't think I didn't see how you were looking at Atlanta during Chem, Stiles."

" Alright, so we are both falling pretty hard for Allison and Atlanta."

" Yes, that we can agree on."

" Yes, that we can."

" Oh, I have to go, my mom is telling me to go to bed. See you at school tomorrow, Stiles."

" Yeah, see you."

Stiles flopped down on his bed, " Oh, Atlanta, what game are you playing."

...

When Stiles arrived at the address that Atlanta texted to him, he texted her letting her know that he was there to pick her up. He looked at her front door and a few minutes later she walked out, finishing her piece of toast that she was eating. She hopped into Stiles's jeep and greeted him.

" Good morning, Stiles," Atlanta greeted.

" Good morning Atlanta, you look nice," Stiles complimented.

Atlanta smiled at him and he smiled back.

" So, how were lacrosse tryouts yesterday," Atlanta said, trying to spark a conversation.

" Scott made first line, I made second," Stiles said.

" Congrats," Atlanta smiled.

" Yeah, I can't believe that Scott will be able to play this year, last year we were bench warmers the whole season." 

" Wow, that sucks, but I am glad you guys are doing better this year," Atlanta said.

" Yeah, I am excited that I might get to play this season," Stiles smiled. Atlanta could tell that Stiles really liked lacrosse. When they pulled into the parking lot, they saw Atlanta's dad's car pull in and Allison hopped out. Stiles pulled into his usual parking spot and got out along with Atlanta. They had parked next a Porshe which Atlanta found out was Jackson's car because he had gotten out of the driver's side of it.

" Hey, Atlanta," Jackson smirked.

" Hey, Jackson," Atlanta deadpanned.

" Did you know I made first line in lacrosse yesterday," Jackson said.

" Is that supposed to impress me, Jackson," Atlanta spat.

" Well uh," Jackson stuttered.

" Leave me alone Jackson, go run to Lydia," Atlanta said. She grabbed the sleeve of Stiles's jacket and walked to the entrance of the school. 

When they entered, Stiles said, " So i'm guessing you don't like Jackson."

" Not one bit. Did you know he was checking me out when I first met him, in front of Lydia," Atlanta said.

" God, Jackson is such a tool," Stiles rolled his eyes.

" Tell me about it," Atlanta said as they approached Scott and Allison.

" Hey guys," Stiles said.

" Hey," Scott and Allison said smiling at the two.

" What," Atlanta said.

" Nothing, just you two look cute together," Allison said, her smile growing.

Both Stiles and Atlanta blushed.

" Alright, well we should probably get to class," Stiles said.

Everyone nodded and started heading to Chem. When they arrived, Atlanta waved at Mr. Harris, and he waved back confused as to why a student was waving at him.

Stiles sat down next to Atlanta and Scott and Allison sat together right behind them.

" Alright everyone, take your seats class is beginning," Mr. Harris announced. He got groans and a 'yay' from Atlanta. Mr. Harris smiled, happy that he had at least one student that cared about school and chemistry.