The Chance of Meeting You. (TeenWolfFanfic)

It doesn't mean I am

I do not own Teen Wolf-

Chapter Eighteen.

---Caution Vulgar Language----

    There were so many things running through my head right now, I didn't even know what to think. What if Stiles was hurt, I could text him but it wasn't like he'd respond to my messages anyway. I put my hand up to my head and held it for a minute, I was really anxious to know that he was okay. Suddenly there was a pair of arms wrapped around me, I turned around to run into Jackson. I just hugged him back because it was the only thing I could do.

"You okay?" he asked eventually.

"Never been better." I said into his chest.

"If this is about you to wanting to go to the dance with me on Friday, then I understand." he said, pulling away and looking me in the eyes.

"No, I do." I said looking up towards the bleachers at Lydia and Allison who hadn't even realized I had left yet, "But they don't." I gestured up to them.

"I don't care what they want." he didn't remove his eyes from me, "If you want it then that's all that matters." he smiled.

"Well, I do want to go with you." I smiled back at him, but heard Finstock start to yell again.

"I'll text you later." he said before running back to the field.

   I turned and walked to my brother's car, and about two hours later I was joined by Asher. I could see the water droplets on his head, telling me that he had taken a shower. That was fine by me, it was better than riding home with him smelling the whole way.

"Dad won't be home until late tonight, do you want to just stop and get something to eat?" he asked, starting the car.

"Sure." I rolled the window down.

    We drove down the street and around the corner, pulling up to some diner that looked like it was packed. We got out and walked toward the building, as we opened the door I could smell the food. It made my taste buds sweat, and I just wanted to get served as quickly as possible. We sat down at a table and immediatly a querky blonde bounced right up to our table.

"Hi I'm Quinn and I will be serving you tonight," she smiled, handing us menu's, "can I start you off with something to drink?"

"I'll take a Sprite." Asher and I said in unision.

    She nodded and walked away leaving Asher and I to debate on which food looked the best. We both eventually decided and the waitress came back holding our drinks, pulling out a pad of paper as she sat them down in front of us.

"Have you decided on something to eat or should I come back?" she asked.

"We're done." Asher said, setting down his menu looking at me.

    I nodded and told her that I wanted steak fries and  cheeseburger, I leaned up against my arm and sipped on the sprite in front of me. Asher and I fell into a staring contest with each other, and eventually he caved and blinked.

"I win." I smiled, taking another drink.

"Yeah, yeah." he rolled his eyes.

"So you didn't tell me that you were taking Lydia to the dance on Friday!"

"I don't remember you asking me if I did." he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well I think that it's cute!" I smiled.

"I also don't remember asking for your opinion." he said, smiling sarcastically.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." I shook my head.