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- C h a p t e r T w o - Where Will It Go?

- C h a p t e r T w o - Where Will It Go?

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"Yeah. Sure I guess. Aren't we all leaving to my house after school though?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. 

Scott's jaw clenched at my words. It was almost as if they were all planning a surprise good-bye party. Oh my gosh it makes sense now.

"Uhh..."

"Yeah we are all gonna meet you there" He finished with uncertainty in his voice.

Scott uncontrollably licked his lips. When he does this he is usually lying, and he doesn't do it often. I gulp, jock my head from his feet to his face.

I purse out my lips.

"Yeah...that sounds fine" I mumble, lying to myself.

"Is that a yes?" Stiles questions again.

His voice pulling me from my thoughts, I un-cuddle myself from the seat and cross my arms. My eyes glance at the clock and I let out an annoyed sigh.

We have only been out for ten minutes.

"Stiles you said you wanted to talk, I do not want to hear about this shindig you and Scott are going to"

"But it's Heather" Stiles pleaded.

I suck in my lips and squint at Stiles.

"Which gives me more of a reason to not talk about it " I spit.

I don't know if he remembers, but Heather and I never got along. In kindergarten whenever Stiles and I went on a play date or whatever, Heather was always there and ruining my time. Oh and let's not forget the time in middle school when she cut a piece of my hair in art class.

Not to mention the fact she tried to get everyone to wear pink every Wednesday...yeah not my kind of people.

"Okay fine, since you aren't coming, answer my question" He says.

Bobbing my head from the window back to Stiles I roll my eyes. Isn't that the question everyone is dying to know?

"Well Stiles I came back home because I actually want to grow up in a place where I can call home" I sarcastically spit.

He wasn't too excited about my mood tonight.

Tightening my grip around myself, I hopelessly look up to Stiles who caught feelings.

"Sorry, it just sucks knowing that you weren't missed so much when you come back" I drop my head.

Stiles stiffened himself out. He looked as if he were stunned at what I just said. The car came to a halt in the middle of the road. I jerked back into my seat as the Jeep leeped back.

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