Lena Whittemore

Monday

I run down the halls from History to my locker. As soon as I get there, I put my stuff in there and take off my sweater and take my hair out of its bun.

An arm goes around my waist and a kiss is planted on my neck.

I squeak and squirm away.

"Stiles, just because everyone knows we're dating doesn't mean you can just kiss me whenever you want."

"Sorry, I still can't get over the other day when you finally agreed to sleep at my house... alone...with me," he says and kisses my neck again.

"Stiles," I squeak and giggle. "All we did was play video games , eat, talk, and make out," I say .

"yeah, but we made out pretty hard," he says and kisses my cheek.

"Remember the school rules, no PDA on campus," I say and laugh.

"No one follows that rule anyway," he says and takes my hand.

He kisses the back of my hand and puts his other hand on my waist, holding my against the locker gently. He brings his lips to mine and kisses me softly, but also making sure no one is watching us.

I break the kiss, "I'm hungry Stiles," I whine.

"You're always hungry," he mocks my tone.

He lets me go and we walk to the cafeteria. I hurry in line while he struggles to keep up with me. We both get a variety of things on our plate and sit in our usual seats in front of Scott and Isaac.

"Hey hot stuff," Isaac says to me.

"Very funny Isaac," Stiles says and rolls his eyes.

I look at Scott and see him watching a girl. She has curly brown hair, nice skin, she looks tall enough. I think she's pretty.

"Do you like Allison or something," I ask him.

"No..." he says unconvincingly.

"You should've seen him freaking out yesterday when she said hey to him," Stiles laughs.

Scott throws an orange slice at his face but he catches it in his mouth.

"It's too bad her Dad, like, hunts wolves," Isaac said.

"Aww, that sucks," I say and scrunch up my nose, "but you shouldn't let that stop you."

"She's friends with Lydia, did you know that," Isaac says.

"Never mind, you should not go out with her, whatever you do Scott, do not go out with Allison," I say as clear as I can, but everyone starts laughing.

I wasn't exactly trying to be funny.

"I'm serious, Lydia is a bitch, don't date Allison," I say again.

"I don't know, Lydia is hot," Isaac says.

"You think every girl is hot Isaac," I roll my eyes.

"That's true," Stiles agrees.

"Hey, we're all friends here," he says.

I laugh and eat my food. This is why they're my friends.

After lunch, I go to history with Stiles and Scott. I sit in front of Stiles and Scott sits next to me.

"Alright class, let's get started," the teacher says, but I tune out when Stiles touches my shoulder.

"What," I ask.

He smirks, "wanna come over to my house after practice," he asks.

I giggle softly, "I'll think about it."