Lena Whittemore

Tuesday

As soon as I get up, I shower and get dressed in black skinny jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, and grey converse. I comb my hair and curl it a little so it's wavey. This is weird, I'm using my curling iron, I never use this thing, ever. When I'm finished I throw it in the trash. I look in the mirror and see that I actually look pretty. I put on some Chapstick.

I get my gym bag and school bag, then hurry downstairs to get a bagel.

But Jackson stops me.

"What did you do to your hair," he asks with a weird look.

"I curled it, what does it look like," I say and send the look right back, then maneuver around him to the bread box.

I grab a cinnamon raisin bagel and stuff it in my mouth.

"Who did you do it for," he asks.

"Mmnnh," I say. It was supposed to be 'no one' but the bagel is sort of ruining it.

He sighs and we both exit the house to his car.

I really wish I had my own car.

When we get to the school, I'm almost done with my bagel.

"So, who's it for," he asks.

"What," I ask.

"The whole dressing up thing," he asks, gesturing to my clothes.

"No one, I just put on clothes Jackson," I huff and get out of the car.

I look in the car mirror and fix my hair a little.

"What are you doing," he asks.

"Nothing, I thought I had bagel in my teeth," I lie.

I was definitely fixing my hair in the mirror like...Lydia Martin.

"I'm gonna go, I'll catch up with you later," I say and walk away with a disgusted look on my face.

I walk over to Scott, Isaac, and Stiles. The only different thing is Stiles on crutches.

I drop my stuff next to theirs and sigh. Everyone is quiet and looking at me.

"What," I ask, a little self conscious.

"You look hot," Isaac says.

I blush at his compliment.

"Hey, she's my girlfriend, I can only say that," Stiles says.

I giggle.

"By the way, you look so beautiful today baby," Stiles says.

I blush even more, "thanks Stiles," I say.

"You're welcome gorgeous," he says.

"So...um...what's new with you guys," I ask to get everyone's attention away from me.

"I'm on crutches," Stiles says.

"We've all heard," Isaac says.

"Well, you look handsome with your crutches," I say and kiss his cheek lovingly.

He grins and nearly falls off his crutches.

The bell rings and we're off to our classes, but I get an excuse to walk Stiles to class.

"So, you wanna come to my house after school," he asks.

"Sure-wait, I mean I might be able to, but if I come I may be a little late," I say, squinting my eyes a little.

"Okay, fine with me," he says.

We stop in front of his first period class.

"Wait, one kiss first," he says, pointing to his lips.