○●○THIS CONTAINS SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS. DO NOT READ IF THESE ARE TRIGGERS TO YOU.●○●
You were at the mall, looking for a new phone case at a kiosk.
"Is that who I think it is?" You hear an oddly familiar masculine voice say behind you.
You felt a tap on your shoulder and turn around to see your old friend, Kyle.
"Kyle! I haven't seen you in so long! How are you? What are you doing in Beacon Hills?" You hug him.
"Hey, Y/N. I'm good. I actually transferring to Beacon Hills High. My dad got a job with the police department here." He smiles at you.
"We have to catch up! You are stuck with me the rest of the day."
You two walk to the mall food court and grab a drink at Starbucks before heading to your apartment.
"Where's your parents? Your mom makes the best red velvet cake and I want some right now." He says, walking into the kitchen.
"I don't live with them anymore. I live by myself. My apartment, my rules." You sit on a stool.
He laughs as he gets out the ingredients to make brownies. "You are about to have the best brownies that you've ever tasted," he smiles confidently, "fill me in on what I missed in your life." He starts putting ingredients together.
"Not much. I told you about Brett, the guy I've been dating for almost a year now. And Scott's still a better Alpha than you."
"In my defense, I was unwillingly given the Alpha title. I'm a lone wolf now, so I don't give a shit about being a great leader."
You grabbed your phone and started recording him mixing the ingredients while saying, "Kyle, did you miss me? You haven't seen seen me in two years."
He laughs and looks up at you, "Yeah, I missed you, loser." He threw some flour at you.
"Asshole." The video stopped recording and you uploaded it to your snapchat story.
"I'm don't have time to be cleaning up a bunch of flour, so can we please be civilised?" You beg.
He pouts, "Fine." He put the brownies in the oven for them to cook before throwing more flour at you.
You two were in a full out war when you heard your door unlock and Brett walked through looking worried to death. You both stopped to look and you went to give Brett a kiss.
"Hey Brett. What's up?" You say, smiling.
"You weren't answering my calls, so I was making sure you were okay." He said while looking in between you and Kyle.
"Oh, I'm sorry! My phone must be on silent. What's going on?" You ask, "Oh, Hey, Kyle, could you clean up the kitchen?"
He nods before grabbing a broom.
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