DILEMMA

CHAPTER 4

I don't understand what is wrong with Stiles. Can't I just have another person in my life? My mom would support me. I'll talk with her when she gets back home. Till then I head up to my room with milk and cereal and start my homework.
Buzz! Buzz!
It was my phone and it was Drake. "Hey, Drake! Sorry somebody came over and then I started homework."
"It's okay no worries. It's just that I don't understand about Stiles. I mean is he always like that?" No, no, no Stiles please don't ruin this! "Of course he isn't. I have known him all my life. He just needs a bit getting used to."
"Well according to what he said I don't think so." I got confused. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"Oh has he not told you? Well, I guess I'll just say it myself... He kinda got in a fight with me and said that if I ever talk to you again he will stick a pen down my throat. I seriously didn't know he could be that violent."
"HE DID WHAT?! OH MY GOD. I AM GONNA KILL HIM!"
"Woah there calm down. I kinda told him to let you make your own decisions. And also to never do that again because I used to be a judo player." I knew he was trying to get my attention but I was way too focused on what Stiles did. " I need to talk to that bitch. I'll get back to you later."
"By that do you mean the next time I call or do you mean when you're free?" I chuckled, "Don't worry I'm not that forgetful." I hung up. I ran downstairs grabbed my keys and wore my sketchers. And headed over to Stiles's place.
"Didn't expect you to talk to me after what happened back there." He said smiling. I pushed him and said, "You think I'm here to talk? After what you told Drake? Or should I say threatened?" He looked a bit angry and confused. "How did you know about that?" I showed him my call history. "Wait wait wait... I did that and I don't care about that. But when did he get your number?" I looked up at him I bet I was as red as a tomato. "You don't need to know that. You don't need to know anything about me now actually! I'm done... You can't control my life!"
"Kids? Stiles? What's going on down there?" His mom asked. Of course, his mom was home. "I am pretty sure Stiles would love to explain all of what he is not ashamed of," I said looking over at him then stomped out of his house. "Rosey wait!" I continued walking. "Alexandra! At least let me drive you home?" I didn't stop. Until Stiles held my hand with a tight grasp. "It's dark outside I don't want you getting hurt." He had a fair point I agreed.

 I hopped into his car. It smelled like Stiles. He even named it Marco. "Do you want to talk about what happened? Or is it better if you clear your mind and think about it? We can clear it tomorrow." I ignored him. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry." I still ignored him. A few minutes later he said, "Well, I guess you reached home." I got out of the car and walked out. "Rosey! Your keys!" I turned back and snatched them out of his hand and headed home.
I hung the keys when I realised there was a piece of paper on it. I opened it. It said
I'M SORRY FROM STILES.