Fighting for the Beginning *TW And The Originals Crossover*

Back to School

I don't feel like going to school. I literally finished all of my work yesterday after...well you know what. I'm so exhausted. I just want to sleep. Too bad I can't.

I get up and look through my closet for clothes. I see Stiles' sweatshirt and almost start crying. I miss him already. Closing my eyes, I pick out two random things and throw them onto my bed. I don't want any reminders of Stiles right now.

I get dressed in some jeans and a navy blue shirt. Next, brush my hair and my teeth. Once I'm done with that, I skip breakfast and walk to school. When I get there, I go to my locker quickly. After that, I got to chemistry class. Stiles and Scott are there. I don't make eye contact and I sit in my spot.

Mr. Harris starts writing something on the board and Scott whispers my name. I turn around he asks if I finished my work yet.

"I finished it yesterday," I answered.

"Was it hard for you since you weren't there to learn some of it?" Stiles asked. I nodded quickly and turned back around. I rested my head on my hand and laid my arm on the table/desk. This is just to block Stiles.

After class, I run out quickly and go to my next class. When it's time for lunch, I go outside and sit by myself on the lacrosse field.

~

(Stiles' P.O.V.)

Chrissie hasn't even looked at me all morning. I hate that I hurt her, but she cut me off right before I was about to confess my feelings for her yesterday. I really messed things up between us.

"Where's Chrissie?" Jackson asked Allison.

"She's been trying to avoid us all day, so I don't know," she answered.

"What happened?"

"It would be better if you asked her."

Jackson left with his lunch. I put my head down on the table and closed my eyes. Being without Chrissie is making me all depressed. I miss her so much.

~

(Back to Chrissie's P.O.V.)

As I ate my lunch, Jackson came to sit next to me. He didn't even talk. He just sat down and started eating. When he finished, that's when he asked a question.

"Why are you avoiding your friends?" He asked.

"It's a long story. I don't want to talk about it."

"I'm your brother. I'm supposed to help you. Come on and tell me what's wrong."

I explained everything to Jackson and didn't leave a single detail out. He looked intrigued by the story and hugged me when I finished.

"He probably just got scared when you kissed him. He doesn't have much experience with girls," Jackson said.

"It doesn't matter. He hurt me by not kissing me. It felt like rejection and it was embarrassing."

"Are you still coming to lacrosse practice?"

"Only for you. That's it."

~

At lacrosse practice, I sat on the bleachers in a corner. I only watched Jackson as he played. Coach actually let Stiles play and he got tackled pretty badly by someone. I felt the urge to go see if he was okay, but I pushed it aside. I can't go to him. After practice, I tried to leave quickly, but someone grabbed me.