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Nineteen

Louisa Lloyd

"We are the champions, my friend!" I sing on top of my lungs with Stiles.

"And we'll keep on fighting till the end!" Stiles waves his hands around in the air.

Scott's bed is now our private karaoke stage. Stiles and I jump around and sing a Queen's song like a pro. Meanwhile, Scott sits on the floor, shaking from side to side and groaning every time our voices screech like a dying bird.

"Please stop..." Scott pleas from the floor and I make sure to jump even higher on his bed.

"It's my birthday, Scotty. I can do whatever I want." I say in a happy tone.

I'm finally eighteen. There's not much I can do with that but I'm legal now. I've been developing my driving skills with Stiles for a month now and I'm pretty sure I'm ready to buy a car.

I just need money. Yeah, not going to be easy.

When I think no one is going to interrupt our little karaoke session, the doorbell rings downstairs. None of them move to answer it and I huff.

"Do not worry, I'm going." I say sarcastically and stand from the bed. "Don't continue this party without me. I'll strangle you all to death."

Scott laughs out loud at my threat but when he notices the glare I'm sending him, he stops and coughs to mask his laugh.

"Good manners are dead."

They don't hear me or choose to ignore my comment.

My walk downstairs is brief and I'm soon facing the door. A feeling of dread invades my soul as I stare at the door, afraid of who's on the outside. Taking a deep breath before opening the door, I close one of my eyes, ready to close the door or knock the person out if something happens.

"Edward?" I whisper and cover my mouth with my hands. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to meet Scott McCall. Is this is house?" He says and completely ignores the fact he's standing in front of his ex-girlfriend.

And he flew from London to Beacon Hills to speak to Scott. I'm not buying this.

"He's busy. What are you doing here?" I ask once again, and I hope he hears the meaning behind my words.

"I would tell you but you wouldn't understand." Edward says like he's talking to a child.

"I'll let you know I have more knowledge in my pinkie finger than you in your entire body." I whisper and enter the house, not letting Edward out of my sight. "Scott?"