Lena Whittemore

Thursday (Stiles's POV)

"Stiles, you'll be late for school," my Dad yells from downstairs.

I slip out of bed and shower. When I get out, I put on a pair of dark jeans, a t-shirt, and converse. I dry my hair brush my teeth. I grab my bag and make my way to the kitchen.

Dad tosses me a breakfast sandwich.

"When is Lena coming over," he asks.

"We broke up Dad," I say.

Right, I forgot to tell him.

"Since when," he asks, completely surprised.

"Before she went missing," I say.

"Wow, I'm sorry son, I know how much you loved her," he says.

Talking about it makes it even worse. I'm the one who broke up with her, it's all my fault.

"I'm gonna go to school," I say and leave the house without another word.

I get in my car and drive as fast as the speed limit will allow to school.

I park and grab my sports bag, then go over to the guys.

"Hey Stiles," Scott and Isaac say.

I just give them a smile.

"Hey guys," Lena says.

I turn around and see her wearing shorts and a sweater. She has her hair in a ponytail. I love it when she has her hair up, then I can see her beautiful face.

Wait, I can't.

"Hey Lena," I say and smile.

"So, how's everything with you guys," she asks.

"Allison and I are dating," Scott says.

He's been bragging about it for a while. I'm starting to get sick of it.

"That's great, how'd you manage to ask her out," she asks.

"Uh, I accidentally spilled coffee on her at Starbucks, then asked her out," he says.

"That's romantic," she says.

"So...where's Ryan," Isaac asks.

"He's over there," she says and gestures over to her brother.

I feel pure hatred to through me, or maybe it's jealousy.

"Why aren't you hanging out with him," I ask,'sounding rude. I didn't mean to be rude, not to her.

"Oh, um...sorry, I didn't think I was interrupting you guys," she says and starts to walk away, but I grab her hand before she gets away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so rude," I say and she turns back around.

"What happened today," I ask.

"What do you mean," I ask and let to of her hand.

"Why are you so snappy," she says.

I shake my head, "it's nothing."

"Come on Stiles, we're friends, you can tell me anything," she says.

I know I can tell her anything, but not because we're friends. I know I can trust her because of the times we've been together.

But I can't tell her this, it'll make things awkward between us, I don't want that.

"My Dad has to work late tonight and I was hoping we could play games and stuff," I say and try to seem sad about it.

"Well, why don't you come over to my house tonight, you, Scott, and Isaac. It'll be fun," she says and smiles.