Lena Whittemore

Saturday (Lena's POV)

"Answer it," I say, hoping he won't actually answer it.

But he does.

"Hello," he answers.

I sigh and lean against his chest. His heart is beating fast, I wonder why.

"Um...okay, I'll be right there," he says and hangs up.

I lift my head up and give him a fake smile. "Who was that," I ask.

"Isaac, he...uh...needs help with some....stuff," he says and stands up.

"Oh," I say, majorly disappointed.

He sits back next to me quickly and holds my arms. "But I will be back later to take you all around town and buy you everything you want," he says and pecks my lips.

"I don't want to go and buy half the town, I want you to stay here with me," I say and wrap my arms around his neck.

"I do wanna stay, but Isaac really needs help," he says.

I move closer and press my lips to his softly. I pull away and he looks surprised.

"Why'd you stop," he asks.

"You have to go help Isaac, remember," I say and a flash of remembrance can be seen through his eyes.

"Right, almost forgot," he says and gets up.

I get up and walk with him down the stairs. I stop at the door and he turns to kiss me again.

"You'll be late if you kiss me again," I say and he pouts.

"Just one more," he asks.

"No, now go before Isaac gets into more trouble," I say and shove him out the door.

"I'll call you," he says and I shut the door.

Even though I really did want him to stay, I understand why he had to leave to help out Isaac.

I go into the living room and see that Jackson is still asleep. I roll my eyes and sit in one of the chairs. I turn on the television and watch a bunch of boring shows.

When Jackson finally wakes up, he decides to take me to the Mall. So, I get dressed in black shorts, black crop top, and the red plaid button up Stiles let me wear when I stayed at his house. I put on some black flat boots and comb through my hair, leaving it down. I run down stairs and Jackson is already grabbing the keys. When he looks at me be looks like he just had a mini heart attack.

"No, go change," he says.

"I look great Jackson, lets just go," I say and walk out the door.

He sighs and we get into the car.

When we get to the mall, we go to Agachi. It was his idea, I hate shopping...for clothes. I'd rather be at the grocery store shopping for food. That's my idea if a good time, that and video games. Sorry, I'm such a guy.

He gets me a pair of red high heels and a dress that actually looks really nice. He gets me some skinny jeans and a black mini skirt, then we go to a high class men's store.

He gets a couple shirts, jeans, colognes, and what not.

"Let's get food," I groan.

"Fine," he says and we go to the food court. I drag him to a Chinese place and I order shrimp fried rice, sweet and sour chicken, some kind of meat on a stick, and something else that looks like a bug. I get a Gatorade with it and we sit down to eat.

"How can you eat that," he asks, picking up the bug looking thing.

"I'm trying something new," I say.