Not the same

Chapter 16

*Stiles' P.O.V.*

"Wait you mean like shoved or threw?" I asked laughing. "Like he full in threw the piece of pie across the room in his face. And Dean almost cried." She was telling me a story from when she was on the road with her uncles. "Well it sounds like you had fun. But it's a shame though." I said laying back. "I know that I wasn't here right." She answered. "No I meant the pie." I joked. I couldn't help but laugh at her insulted face. She threw a fry at me and laughed. She then laid down next to me. We just laid there in silence for a bit. "You know my face still hurts." She said out of no where. "I still don't get it. Why would he come onto me if he had a girlfriend?" She asked. "Ex-girlfriend really. They broke up last year. She's just-" I tried to explain but I couldn't find the right word. "psychotic?" She tried. I nodded. "Yeah that." I laughed along with her. "You know now Brittany is going to tell everyone were together right?" I told her. She nodded. "Yeah but we got this. We should probably get going. It's getting late." She said standing up and getting in the Jeep. I'm actually excited about school now, even if it isn't real.

*Chris' P.O.V.*

I looked at my phone to see it was almost midnight. Stiles was saying something about how Brittany was going to tell everyone we were together. "Yeah but we got this. We should probably get going. It's getting late." I told him as I stood up and went to the Jeep. It wasn't a complete lie. Because in my mind we weren't pretending. At least I wished we weren't. Stiles put the blanket in the back of the Jeep and we drove home. Once we got home I got a text.

From: Sammy

Hey were on a job right now, vamps, so we'll try to come see you after.

To: Sammy

I hate you you know i love hunting vamps! :(

From:Sammy

Yeah but you're not here and we're not taking you out of school got to go bye

And that was it. I laid down on my bed and sighed. "Hey Chris? You still up?" Stiles asked knocking on my door. "Yeah come in." I sat up as he walked in. "What's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head. "Nothing I just couldn't sleep." He said sitting on my bed. But as soon as he got comfortable his phone rang. "Hello?" He asked awkwardly. "Are you sure?" He looked at me. "We'll be right there." He hung up and grabbed my hand. Dragging me out of the house. "Stiles what's going on?" I asked. He didn't answer he just started mumbling to himself. I'm not scared often but I had never seen Stiles act like this. "Stiles please." I put my hand on his arm. He stopped the Jeep and looked at me. He started to breathe heavily. He was sweating and I knew this was the start of one of his panic attacks. What do I do? Shit why don't I remember? Okay uh... DISTRACT HIM! I need to distract him. But how? Without really thinking about it I leaned over and grabbed his face. I felt our lips touch and his breathing started to slow. I pulled back and looked at his shocked expression. "Now what happened?"