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Erica is waiting outside for Stiles when he pulls up. She gets in the Jeep and says, "What happened with Scott?" When he shrugs as a response, she frowns and pokes him. "Seriously, what's wrong?"
Keeping his eyes firmly the road he shrugs again, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. "It was just a change of plans like I told you. You probably would be a better companion than Scott anyway," Stiles smiles weakly. Erica tries to speak, but Stiles stops her with a quick, "No." She shuts her mouth, and opted to text Scott instead. 'What happened with Stiles n you?' she sends.
Don't get her wrong she likes Scott, but sometimes the kid could be a real jerk. When she first found out about Scott and Stiles, she was shocked. Scott didn't really seem like Stiles' type, and Erica didn't know how much longer Stiles could take his rejection or when Stiles would realize that Scott is no good for him as a boyfriend or whatever they are. She glances at Stiles. He's gnawing on his lip enough to draw blood, and his hands are tapping on the steering wheel a mile a minute. She turns the radio on, and Katy Perry's catchy voice floods out. Her phone buzzes and it's a text from Scott. 'Can't talk rn working w/ Allison on homework.'
Erica's eyebrows furrow. Scott's ditching Stiles for the hunter? This can't be happening. When would Scott realized that him and Allison are never going to work out? She's all kinds of crazy, and Scott's blind to it. 'WTF you mean you're with Allison!!' She types out angrily tapping the screen on her phone.
"You alright there, Catwoman. Boyd got you mad?" Stiles chuckles regular tone slightly dimmed.
Erica takes in a deep breath, calming herself before her eyes flash gold. "Yeah I'm fine. It isn't Boyd though. It's just that some people can't see when they have a perfectly good thing standing in front of them," she sighs leaning her head on the window. Stiles nods confused, but doesn't ask about it. He figures she's just on her period or something.
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When they get to the movie, Stiles pays for their tickets and snacks, and they find their seats. They're a little early, so it's just them and a couple other people in the theater. Stiles checks his phone, and sees there's a message from Scott. 'Really sorry I couldn't make it to the movie w/ you. I'll make it up 2morrow.' Stiles grins and texts back 'Sounds like a plan.'
He can feel Erica looking at him, so he turns to her, "What?"
"Nothing," she hums, "just observing." Stiles stares her for moment, thinking. Erica is honestly one of his best friends, her hitting him with his own car part aside. She's been there for him, and he feels like she never would judge him for any anything that he does. The movie starts, and they watch intensely, making comments here and there. When it's over they start heading back to Beacon Hills.
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After dropping Erica off at home, Stiles goes to his own house to just lay in bed and relax. He gets an incoming Skype call from Jackson. He answers excitedly, and in a obnoxious voice he says, "My, oh my, is that Jackie!"
Jackson snorts, "Hey Stilinski." Jackson and him bonded over the summer when he came to visit Danny. If you consider bonding losing your virginity to someone and continuously sleeping with them for the rest of the summer, then yes, Jackson and Stiles bonded. Jackson got less annoyed at his spazziness, and he learned to tolerate Jackson's douche side. He got to know the story of Jackson Whittemore, and in return Jackson knew his. When Jackson had to leave for London it was amicable, and no one had any feeling other than friendship.
"What's up, dude? I haven't heard from you in ages!" Stiles exclaims throwing his hands in the air for more dramatics.
"Calm down. I just been busy with school, and stuff. How're you and that stupid prick that you're sleeping with? You know I kinda feel insulted that after you slept with me, you slept with McCall." Jackson says actually a little pissed off. Stiles doesn't deserve Scott's shit.
"Hey rude! We're uh fine! Perfect!" Stiles stammers out, he can't lie to Jackson, even he is a continent away. He knows him too well. Jackson raises an eyebrow. "I mean, he ditched me for Allison instead of goi-"
"Allison's back?" Jackson interrupts the lowered eyebrow meeting the other one near his forehead. "So McCall ditched you for that psychotic bitch! Unbelievable, Stiles, he's no good for you! He's really shitty."
Stiles sighs, since Jackson found out him and Scott, he's been saying that every chance he got. "We really like each other. Jackson can't you just leave it at that?" He rolled his eyes.
Jackson opens his mouth as if to say something, then closes it. He opens it again to say, "Whatever, fine. If you ever need me to beat the asshole in, I will 'cause I'm here for you, okay?" He moves into the camera closer.
Stiles blinks, then swallows a lump in his throat, about to cry for the second time today. "O-Okay." He gives a watery smile. "Thanks Jackson, y'know for everything."
"No need for the waterworks, Stilinski. I gotta get to sleep now it's 3:30 over here," Jackson says. "You're welcome," he adds.
"Bye Jackie," Stiles teases, then clicks off. He figures he should probably get some sleep too, so he turns off his light and TV. He gets in his bed, thinking. Is Jackson right? Should he really be giving Scott so many chances? Or should he just continue as he has been? He inhales deeply, and lets a long breath out. He needs to sleep on it.
Stiles walks up to the porch of Scott's house, and let's himself in. "Scott?" He calls thinking that the werewolf is just sleeping. He walks upstairs to Scott room, and gasps. It's Scott. And Allison. Having sex. Right in front of him.
Scott's head snaps up. "S-Stiles!" He says but doesn't stop. He continues with Allison, "Get out!!" Stiles' cheek are tinged with pink, and he's frozen and can barely breathe. What makes it worse is Allison is staring at him with a smug smirk, like she's won something. He's rooted to the spot. When Allison lets out an obscene moan, he quickly dashes out of the room, and into his car. He's so stupid. He bangs his hands on the steering wheel. He's so stupid.
Stiles wakes with layer of sweat on his body. He evens out his breathing. "C'mon Stiles. Get your act together," he whispers to himself. He stays awake for a few moments, but before sleeping he thinks, Scott would never do that, I hope.