"6525... 6525... 6525." I kept repeating.
Each building was formatted the same with a million windows and double automatic sliding doors. I turned left, then right then back again until the four digits read on the side of a building. David Hunter Denistry #101 was titled on a metal plac inside, along with other names surrounding it. I rode the elevator up to the third floor and entered through a wooden door that was labeled, David Hunter Denistry. A blonde haired woman with glasses greeted me at the front desk, she handed me a clipboard with paperwork attached and a pen with the offices name and information on it. I could smell the mixture of wintergreen flavored tooth paste and bleach as I seated myself in an empty row of chairs. I filled out most of what I can before feeling lightheaded from the toxins in the air.
Lunch had already started by the time I arrived to school. The table was empty but all their belongings marked it as territory. Allison and Scott along with Stiles tagging along behind them, came with lunch trays of today's special, Mario's Lasagna.
"Hey, where were you?" Allison set down her tray, and gave me a quick one arm hug. Scott and Stiles nodded and took their place at the table.
"I went to the Dentist, no biggie." I smiled, and glanced back at the lines. "I'm going to get some lunch, I'll be back." Right as I rose, Stiles jumped to his feet.
"I'll go with you." He scooted out, and waited for me to go ahead of him. I was still a bit upset, so we walked in silence until he broke that.
He faced inwards to me, "I'm really sorry about Saturday, again. But It was pretty funny talking to you that night though." He chuckled, shaking his head. What the fuck!? I don't recall anything! Except for that weird dre-oh shit... I forced a fake grin, nodding. We reached the cashier when he cut in front of me, ordered and payed my lunch. I, of course was astonished and gazed at him the whole time, while he carried my tray back to the table. Allison announced that her and Scott were leaving to the library and left us alone. I still couldn't remember what happened exactly that night and asked,
"So, please refresh my memory, but what was this conversation about ?" He chewed, exaggerating his bites by bouncing his head up and down.
"Saturday? yeah, I could tell you were half asleep. You didn't say anything bad, just really flattering compliments." He took another bite.
I spoke without thinking, "Those "compliments" were my way of forgiving you" I smirked, taking a sip out of my Snapple iced tea. I felt it was an appropriate way to end the argument But Stiles didn't think so.
He turned to me, aroused and commented "Oh, so you wouldn't want to stare at my adorable face with my cute moles and into my beautiful golden brown eyes?" He widened his eyes to make more of a dramatic scene. We starred at each other, narrowing our eyes, sitting up right and stretching out our necks as if we were competing for most snotty trophy.
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In sixth hour, Stiles and I goofed around, reading aloud Macbeth in ridiculous accents, Ms. Mator didn't find it amusing. Once class ended we walked out into the hallway mocking Ms. Mator. Stiles stood by my locker, leaning against the next to mine, while I got my binder together. The sound of heels clicking passed us, I looked over my shoulder and watched as Stiles eyes followed Lydia as she walked by and disappeared around the corner. I slammed my locker door, startling him.
He offered to carry my binder and bag while we exited the school and into the student parking. "I was wondering if you would want to go to the cafe and chill?
