Dove -Stiles Stillinski

2- Our Fire

"If I told you I loved you, would all of this never had of happened?"

I sighed as I walked down the school hall, scared at what happened yesterday. Why did I just stand there? As if I didn't do anything and just stood there like a lost child.

I held my books together, walking to my first class with coach. As I walked in class I saw a seat empty beside Isaac and smiled at him which he returned back.

"Hey Isa," I greeted with a cheerful voice while placing my books down.

"Hey Argent 2.0," He laughed while looking at me. I rolled my eyes at his comment.

"I'm older than her by 1 minute, she's Argent 2.0," I slapped his shoulder. "Thank you for yesterday by the way, I wouldn't know what to do if you weren't there."

"No worries Kay," He said with a cheesy smile. I furrowed my eyebrows and begun to look around as Stiles wasn't here yet.

"Speaking of Kay, where's Stiles," I watched as students begun piling in the class. 'Kay' was the nickname that Stiles made up and it reminded me of him every time someone called me that.

As soon as I said that, Stiles walked in but he looked very emotionless. He was staring at the wall and slowly placed his books down, sitting down.

I nudged Isaac and pointed my head at Stiles' direction. Isaac looked at Stiles and tilted his head in confusion at his cold exterior.

"What's wrong with him?" He asked me. I shrugged and turned towards Stiles.

"Hey Stiles are you ok-"

"Okay class today we are learning about the macro factors in a business, can anyone name one?" The coach yelled obnoxiously. I raised my hand up to which the coach rolled his eyes to.

"Anyone other then Kayla?" He replied dryly. I groaned frustratedly and lowered my hand down to which Isaac snickered to.

I rolled my eyes until my eyes caught something from outside the window. While squinting, I managed to see a dove sitting on the ledge, turning its head, looking back at me. I smiled and admired its pure beauty before it flew off.

When I turned back to class, coach's eyes were scanning the room, looking for someone to pick on when his eyes caught Stiles'.

"Stiles, what's one macro factor in a business?" He questioned with a smirk on his face, knowing Stiles wasn't paying attention. I looked at Stiles and nudged him, to which he didn't respond to.

"Stiles are you paying attention back there?" Coach yelled with the most loudest, ugliest sound I've ever heard.

"Stiles? Stiles listen to me!" I whispered-yelled at him while pushing his shoulder.

"Kayla?" Stiles finally said, looking around like he just woke up. He was breathing heavily, like he just had a nightmare. His eyes were looking around furiously, looking for someone and when his eyes met mine, he begun to slow his breathing down.

"I asked you a question," The coach told Stiles.

"Uh sorry, Coach. What was it?" Stiles stuttered, still looking at me. I looked at him worriedly as to why he was staring at me.