"Stiles, take your money back, and here's a 100 Boyd." I said, walking to the table where Scott is.
"Got em. Pick you up after work tonight, and we'll meet at the rink, cool?" Stiles said.
"Oh, I'm coming with you, guy...s," I said, staring at some girl.
"What the holy hell is that?" Lydia asked.
"Better question who is that." I said.
"It's Erica." Scott answered.
"She was cute, but how did she become hot?" I mumbled.
Stiles and Scott got up, dragging me with them following Erica. We saw Erica leave in Derek's car. And when they left, Derek smiled at me. "Asshole," I mumbled. Making Scott look at me.
~ "Could it be any colder in here." Lydia said.
"Here." Stiles gave Lydia an orange sweater, which made me giggle.
"I'm wearing bule."
"Stiles, orange and bule is not a good combination." I said giggling.
"But it's the colors of the mets." Stiles complained.
"Why do you think only some of the players pull it off." I walked away and walked into the Iceskating rink. I was ice-skating until I heard Lydia scream.
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~ "I know three is nor enough for Derek, so who's next." I asked.
"Why does there have to be a next when we've already got you?" Erica asked.
"You weak, that's why." I giggled, which made her growle at me. "Fine, I guess I'll find out the hard way." I said, walking closer to her.
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"Boyd? Oh, come on, Derek." I yelled. Me and Erica ran to the ice rink. And I saw Derek. And everyone fighting Scott.
"Don't give me that look." Derek said.
"There out of Sync. It's already bad to look at." I covered my eyes and walked away.
"Serenity, come on. Where are you going." Derek followed me and his pack.
