Cassidy Campbell is so happy she's done with sophomore year. From Scott getting bit, to getting attacked twice, her dad dying, the Kanima and her turning into a Siren she can't wait to be a junior.
She regrets wishing away time as there is now an A...
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With everything going on since school started a party is the last thing we need.
Stiles however happens to think it's a great idea.
Some girl he knew growing up is having a party so he's dragging Scott and I to it.
He thinks it will help Scott get over Allison.
He's hoping to find him a girl tonight.
"What?" Stiles asks Scott as he's been looking at him for a few seconds now.
"What do you mean, 'What?'" Scott asks.
"I mean 'What?', and you know what." Stiles tells me.
"'What' what?" Scott asks.
"Oh my god guys seriously." I say.
"That look you were giving!" Stiles tells him.
"I didn't give a look..." Scott tells him.
"Oh, there was a distinct look, Scott." Stiles tells him.
"What look???" Scott asks confused.
"The famous Scott McCall look." I say.
It's true he has a look.
"The look that says the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party!" Stiles exclaims stopping him.
Scott sighs. "It's not that... It just seems weird, going to a different high school's party..."
"What? Would you..." Stiles starts.
He groans. "God, one drink, all right? You'll be fine! I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce you to all of her friends. So, tonight, no Allison. Tonight, you're moving on." He says.
"You're right." Scott nods.
"That's right I'm right!" Stiles yells happily.
Scott nods again. "Moving on."
"Onward and upward!" Stiles yells out.
"Let's do this." Scott exclaims.
The boys do this weird handshake high five thing.
"That's what I'm talking about. Now, look at me." Stiles tells him.
"Okay." Scott looks at him.
"How's my breath smell?" Scott asks him.
"I'm not smelling your breath." Stiles says impatiently.
