The Tragedy of Being

Number three is always fortuante

Song: wrong time by Will Linley

Cass walked towards Scott and Stiles who were waiting for her on the sidewalk so they could bike home together to Stiles' house. The Stilinski residence was a sort of central point between Scott's house and Cass' house, an equal distance from both.

Cass gave Stiles a grateful smile when he handed over the handlebars of her bike to her.

They peddled down the road in silence. Stiles wasn't sure what to say after the rumors that swirled at school, but he hoped to get them out of the way soon, so that they could continue on with their lives.

Scott felt the tension in the air, and he hoped he wouldn't have to be the one to break it. He wished they could just put the day behind them, and forget about it, and pretend it never happened.

Cass was a juxtaposition. She was peaceful, and unfazed by the tension, but livid and embarrassed at the same time. She knew she didn't have to be embarrassed with the boys, but she was. She felt like hiding away, and never returning.

They reached the Stilinski residence, and they all three left their bikes on the front lawn.

Cass watched the abandoned treehouse in the backyard as she waited for Stiles to unlock the front door. They hadn't used the tree house since the day Stiles broke his arm.

She missed the simpler days of playing pirates, or Peter Pan. They used to play for hours in that thing, and then have sandwiches and lemonade in its shade.

They entered the house via the kitchen, and Scott opened the fridge. Cass set her school bag down on the dining room table, taking out her books to start on her homework. Stiles walked upstairs to his room for something.

"There's no food." Scott complained. Cass grimaced in confusion, and then walked over to the fridge.

"There's plenty of food. We just have to cook it." Cass laughed. Scott pulled a face. "Exactly. No edible food in sight."

Cass pulled a few things out of the fridge, before starting to chop the ingredients. Stiles came back downstairs to the smell of food.

"What are you making?" He asked, coming to stand behind Cass as she mixed something on the stove.

"Chicken and rice. You and your dad can eat the leftovers for dinner." Cass stated.

Stiles smiled. "What would I do without you?"

On a whim, he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"You'd starve." Cass stated dryly, and then snorted.  She didn't seem to have registered the kiss, but she was screaming internally. How dare he? Was he trying to ruin their friendship?

Scott watched with wide eyes from the corner of the room. Stiles and Scott's eyes met.

What was that? Scott's eyes asked.

Stiles shrugged.

Cass dances around Stiles' kitchen, making them lunch quickly and placing the leftover food in a plastic container in the fridge.

After their meal, Stiles washed the dishes as Cass and Scott started on their homework.

"When is our next test?" Scott asked, glancing up from his books.

Cass squinted, trying to remember. "We're supposed to be done."

Scott nodded, before continuing with his homework.

Stiles sat and watched the two. Cass seemed to be a little distant with Scott, compared to him. She also didn't smack him for the kiss. Maybe...maybe Cass liked him back?