Dear Rabbit

Chapter 12

The next day, I woke up pretty much ready to hide away in bed. I had an essay due in in history, a presentation in Art (Which made no sense at all, why would you ever need to do a presentation in art of all lessons!?), and I had the 'date' to attend. I wasn't sure why it suddenly bothered me so much, it was just Stiles and I hanging out maybe eating some fries and pretending that we were doing something important. It wasn't as if the whole way my life worked was going to be shifted off balance. But somewhere in the pit of my stomach was a buzzy nervousness that I was so unused to when it came to my best friend.

I did, however, get up and out of my bed that morning and go through the now usual routine of being ignored by my mother or being glared down. I knew that mum's anger probably came from her caring about me and caring about Dori, but I still found it frustrating and I refused to concede defeat...even if I was doubting that I was right. I knew I was probably in the wrong. But I just couldn't get over some sort of stubborn pride and apologise, every time I tried it was like a rock had gotten lodged in my throat.

Over that last week or so, however, I'd learnt to just push down whatever guilt I had and go about my day. It was stupid, prideful, and selfish, but I couldn't seem to get over it just yet.-unlike how I had forgiven Ben, who had called me and apologised for being an insensitive twat or something along those lines at least.

School that day was one of those days, that apart from all the vast amounts of work I ended up doing and the large amount of teasing I received from Dori about Stiles, nothing really happened. It was pretty much not noteworthy at all and incredibly tiring. I ended up at home wondering if I'd have the energy to spend even a minute with Stiles...which is why I found myself in my favourite position, laying across my bed like a heap of teenager staring at my ceiling, which I should probably put important stuff on since I stare at it enough.

"You know you've got about an hour before your date gets here, right?" I didn't even jump at Dori's sudden voice, which was unusual because I usually jumped at every little thing, which was something my friends took full advantage of. There has been hardly a day where I haven't been scared to death by something. I've died more than Dean and Sam Winchester combined.

"Nghh..." I made an unintelligible sound that probably indicated some sort of deep fear and loathing about the whole situation-or I just sounded like an Ewok.

"Don't tell me you've got cold feet?" Dori was still completely convinced that I was going on a genuine date with the Stiles Stilinski and I supposed I could tell her it was all a lie...but she'd definitely drag me into coming with her instead, and I wasn't about to be forced through that sort of hell. I was a tolerant woman, but not that tolerant.

I felt a hand grasp around my wrist surprisingly gently "C'mon, upsy daisy..." I was tugged into a sitting position much like a ragdoll feeling all sorts of floppy, Dori leaning over me with a look that was scarily similar to Lydia's own expression when she was about to do something that I wasn't going to be happy about. Unfortunately for , being a date, but being in fact a ploy to get me away from Allison, Scott, Lydia, and Jackass' date.

"Up. We're getting you ready."

"Wha-" It appeared I was in no position to interrupt as I was shuffled across the floor and handed some form of fabric. "Here, get into this and sit down and let me see if I've learnt anything from Lydia." I was ordered about by what had become a drill sergeant instead of my step-sister. The garment appeared to be another dress and as I had learnt from the first time I wore a dress bad things happened when I did, but I was in no place to refuse and I didn't really have the energy to either.