Lena Whittemore

Wednesday-Saturday

Ryan appears in front of me, looking beyond angry, "who do you take me for Lena, you're such a slut!"

He disappears and is replaced by Stiles, "why did I even like you, you are so disgusting!"

His angry features are replaced by pain and then he falls to the ground, Al right behind him. He has Stiles's heart in his hand, blood everywhere.

I cover my mouth with my hands, tears spilling over my face.

"Lena," Al says, right in front of me, "he didn't deserve your love, none of them do."

I don't say anything, I just try to keep the sobs in.

"You love me, not them. I can give you the world, not them," he yells, "we belong together!"

I whimper as he grabs my shoulders, Stiles's blood getting on me.

Al disappears and I fall to the ground, sobbing.

I am a slut. I don't deserve anything. I should just die.

I groan and open my eyes. There is tons of light pouring through the windows.

I feel wetness on my cheeks. I reach up and touch my face. Tears.

What was my dream about? I can't really remember. I sit up and drag a hand through my hair.

What time is it?

I see that Angie and Jessie are awake and talking about whatever.

My phone rings and I answer it.

"Hello," I answer, my voice sounding tired.

"Lena, it's me, Isaac," the voice says.

"Oh, what do you want," I ask.

"Well, I know apologizing over a text message wasn't very...cool, so I decided to call you," he says.

"Isaac, it's really early," I say, not exactly sure what time it is.

"Sorry...uh, I just couldn't wait to call you," he says nervously.

What?

"Anyway. I'm really sorry we ignored you yesterday. Stiles told me you guys broke up and I felt really guilty," he says.

"Why'd you feel guilty, because you thought that I don't have any friends," I ask bitterly.

He's silent.

"Isaac, I'm actually really busy right now, I'll...see you later," I say and hang up.

"Who was that," Jessie asks.

"My ex-best friend," I say and lay back down.

"Isaac, I'm guessing," Angie says.

I nod.

"I've seen you guys hanging out before, he's always watching you. I think he likes you," Jessie says.

"He should get in line, it seems like everyone wants to have a romantic relationship with me these days," I mumble, but I know they hear me.

"Like who," Angie asks, frowning in concern.

Are these really my friends?

"Stiles, Ryan, Al," I say. I doubt they'll know who Alistair is by Al. There are like a hundred something Al's in this world.

"Well, you're pretty," Jessie says.

"Tell them to back off and choose who you really want," Cassie says in a tired voice as she starts to wake up.