Love Bites *DISCONTINUED*

Three

As I waltzed my way into Chemistry, I scanned the room to see if any of my friends were there. Stiles was the only one and he enthusiastically waved me over so I casually took my usual seat behind him, placing my books precariously on my desk.

"You okay Rian? You look... Troubled," Stiles said, furrowing his brow.

"Yeah just something on my mind," I replied before jumping into the story of what happened with Isaac last period. He listened intently, nodding his head so I knew he understood. I had no problem talking to Stiles about this because I told him everything. We knew every minute detail about each other. And when I say everything I mean EVERYTHING. I've told him things I never told anyone else and he has never told a single soul. I was the first to know about Stiles's panic attacks and I don't even know if Scott knows as of this day.

Once I finished my story, Stiles stroked his non-existent beard as if it would make his verdict any more reliable. "That is quite the predicament Miss McCall! I would say that yes, it is most certainly a date."

"Oh great," I sighed, "what am I going to do?"

"Are you really complaining about having a date?" Stiles asked, exasperated. "Normal girls would die to go on dates!"

"I have a werewolf brother and a hunter best friend. I don't think I'm a normal girl!"

My reaction got a laugh out of Stiles, causing Mr. Harris to glare in our direction. After months of Stiles and I whispering throughout class, our teacher realized that if he told us to shut up, we wouldn't obey so he resulted to just glaring and not saying anything.

"So what time is your boyfriend coming over?" Scott asked from beside Stiles.

If looks could kill, Scott would be on the floor with that sarcastic smirk on his face. "A, he is not my boyfriend, I don't even like him! And B, stop eavesdropping on our conversations!" I chided my brother for using his werewolf hearing.

"Hey, you're my little sister. I need to protect you! I don't like the idea of you being home alone with a boy. Maybe I should have Allison come over our house instead," He pondered the idea for a moment.

"No! I'm not a five year old! I'm fifteen and it's not like I'm going to have sex with the boy! Were just reading a book! Like honestly," I folded my arms across my chest angrily.

"Does mom know?"

"No..."

"Then I'm staying home."

I knew there was no arguing but I had to try. "You were alone with Allison when you were my age and you basically-"

"Alright! Fine! You can stay alone, not another peep out of you. I am NOT having that conversation with you," Scott rolled his eyes in defeat and furrowed his brow in anger. He hated to be wrong. But he hated my snarky attitude even more. I could be quite sassy when I got into an argument, confusing my opponent with my words.

Stiles slipped his hand under the desk and I slapped it in a perfect best friend high five. The sound resonated throughout the room and I realized I should not have done that.

"Mister Stilinski, I suggest that you don't make excessive noise during my class. Detention," Mr. Harris smirked. He hated Stiles with a burning passion I didn't know someone could possess.

"But that's not fair," Stiles complained. "It's Friday!"

"I don't care. Unless you want to tell me the Latin name for Potassium."

I knew Stiles didn't know it so I whispered it as quietly as I possibly could in his ear. "Kallium," He proudly stated, lifting his eyebrows in satisfaction. Mr. Harris said nothing and continued teaching about Redox reactions, earning a smile out of me. Stiles thanked me and I could see a flicker of something I couldn't quite pinpoint flash across his big brown eyes. He ran a hand along his short brown hair that was gelled up in the front slightly in a nervous fashion. He was about to turn around but decided against it for some unknown reason. I made a mental note to pester him about it later.

The rest of the day droned on without excitement, landing me with a plethora of homework for the weekend. Great, this is just how I wanted to spend my Saturday. Doing a shit ton of homework.

When I reached my locker, I saw Stiles standing by it waiting for me. I smiled at him and gave a slight wave. He looked troubled, like there was something he wanted to talk about.

"Hey Stiles!" I exclaimed with a smile, tucking the right side of my hair behind my ear.

"Huh? Oh hey," He said absentmindedly.

"What's up? You look... Upset."

He ran a hand through his hair and rested it nervously on the back of his neck. "Nothing. Just tired," I saw his eyes flicker to the floor, a clear signal he was lying.

"You're lying," I leaned against my locker door, facing him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I promise," He faked a smile and I decided not to press the topic. If he wanted to tell me, he would. I wasn't going to force it out of him.

"All right," I shrugged and proceeded to open up my locker, throwing my books inside and taking out everything else I needed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stiles glare at someone from across the hall. I averted my gaze and spotted Jackson, laughing along with his popular clique and glancing over at me.

"He makes me so mad," Stiles growled, clenching his fists. "He thinks he can treat you like this and then get you back. Not if I have anything to do about it."

"Stiles. Do not walk over there. I swear if you do I will hurt you," I warned him from doing something he would regret.

"Fine. Let's just go. Jules is staying after school for art club so I'll drive you home," He stated simply, his fists still clenched.

Before I could respond, Stiles had my hand in his and we were quickly walking out the front of the school to Roscoe, his beat up baby blue jeep that he adored. I loved Roscoe almost as much as Stiles. He was the first car I drove, where I had my first kiss and just about had every silly memory between Stiles, Scott and I. Although the seats were uncomfortable and the radio no longer worked, it moved. And that was all I could ask for in a car.

The entire ride home, Stiles and I sang at the top of our lungs to One Direction and Taylor Swift. Although he denied over and over that he enjoyed the music, I could tell he was starting to. He couldn't sing for his life, but it was hysterical to see him try. He would never be able to wipe that goofy smile off his face which in turn made me unable to keep a straight face. And this was why he was my best guy friend.

"Thanks for the ride," I smiled, opening the door and stepping out onto the green grass of my front lawn.

"Anytime! You can always count on me," Stiles replied, smirking.

I rolled my eyes and walked up to my front porch, humming the chorus of "I'm Only Me When I'm With You" quietly to myself. After unlocking the door, I waved goodbye to Stiles who was still sitting in my driveway, staring at me.

"Go home Stilinski!" I laughed while he made a face and drove away, the engine sputtering like mad. That jeep was going to break down soon, I just knew it.

After placing my bag on the table and grabbing a Seltzer from the fridge, I sprinted up the stairs to get ready for my non date study date with Isaac.