Forgotten

Never forgotten // chapter 7

As me and Stiles made our way to the parking lot a familiar face caught my eye.

Jackson

Jackson was holding a lacrosse glove in his hand and he was examining it carefully.

"Can you just give me a second." I said to Stiles, who nodded his head.

"If you need a ride home, I'm not going home I'm going to a party." Jackson said with his annoying I'm better than everyone tone.

"No I'm actually getting a ride... Stiles is driving me home." I said meeting eyes with Jackson. I turned around glancing at Stiles who gave me a three fingered wave and then continued to glare at Jackson.

Jackson who was smugly amused just had to open his big fat mouth.
"I still don't get why you hangout with that loser." Jackson spat.

You know for someone who always had to be right he was so far off with just about everything...

If only I could tell him what was really going on,
Scott's a werewolf and me and Stiles are the only ones who know. Oh and also Derek is a psychotic werewolf killer, that killed his sister.

"Have fun at that party." I replied sarcastically. I turned around and headed towards Stiles who was leaning up against his blue jeep. I walked around his jeep to the other side until he unlocked the jeep.

"I hate him." I said while sitting down and buckling my seat belt.

Stiles didn't even ask. I'm pretty sure there's only a few people that actually tolerated Jackson, which included Lydia.

After about what seemed like a long time of riding in Stiles jeep in silence we finally managed to be at my house.

"Thanks for the ride."
I reached for the door handle.

"Is anyone even home at your house?" Stiles asked looking up at my dark and empty house.

"No my parents aren't usually home, and Jackson will most likely be out all night partying." I said wrapping my fingers on the door handle. Stiles almost looked sad.

"Do you ever get lonely?" Stiles looked at me with his large hazel eyes.

"Yeah." I quietly said.
" And not to mention that there's a werewolf killer out there." I frowned pulling my gaze away from Stiles.

"Hey it'll be alright." Stiles put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. His hand left a tingling feeling of warmth.

"Do you maybe want to.. want to come in for awhile?" I said pointing at my house.

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"Wow you must spend a lot of time watching tv shows." Stiles said while looking at my television disk sets of all my favorite shows. I spent majority of my time on Netflix. I looked around my room at my new furniture. My mom had a person come in and bring furniture into my new room. I already had all of my stuff unpacked and settled in my new furniture.

"Yeah I'm still mad that one of my friends from my old school borrowed the first season of the vampire diaries and never gave it back." I frowned looking at my seasons one and two Arrow disks which were in the wrong place. I quickly arranged them.

"So how come you didn't grow up in beacon hills?" Stiles asked plopping down on my bed.
My mind was already jumping to a million different things. I thought about France and my old school.

"Uhh.. Its kind of a long story maybe best not told." I looked down at my nails picking at the nail polish that I had put on two days ago.

"Let's just say my parents always thought Jackson was the better child. After they sent me away, they kinda just .. forgot about me." I felt my throat tighten. I felt uncomfortable talking about this specific topic.

"I mean they would send me cards for holidays, but I always spend them alone. I felt pools of water building up around my eyes. Please don't cry, please don't cry  I told myself in my head.

"Sorry we don't have to talk about it." Stiles said sensing the tension in that topic.

"Well if it counts, I would never, forget a beautiful girl like you." Stiles said and looked at me.

I felt my face get hot as it turned a shade of pink.

Did he call me beautiful? I couldn't help but let a smile spread across my face.

The moment was interrupted though, when Stiles phone rang.

"Hello?- .. yeah.. I mean no! crap. Okay bye." Stiles sighed hanging up his phone and putting it back into his pocket.

"It's my dad. I've gotta go.. " he said while awkwardly standing up.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow." I waved at him and smiled as he walked out the door.

When he left I mentally smacked myself.

Did I really just wave at him? Who does that?! I sighed and fell onto my bed with Stiles voice floating through my head.

Well if it counts, I would never forget a beautiful girl like you.

I smiled.

Sorry it was a really short chapter and took me forever to update!