Checkered flannels and a blue jeep. that could only describe one person; Stiles Stilinski. Scott and the boy had hung out the entire night, so Stiles took Scott with him to school. You had barely slept that night yourself, and weren't fully awake yet as you mindlessly crosed the school's parking lot.

You hear your best friends, Lydia and Allison, yell out your name loudly as you look to the side. The headlights of Stiles' blue jeep came straight at you. The tires screech as the car comes to a stop right in front of your scared form.

Lydia and Allison rush over to you, grabbing you by the shoulder to check if you're okay. Scott and Stiles jump out of the car; Scott looked concerned, but Stiles was just angry. He had never liked you, nor did you like him.

"Are you hurt?" Scott asks, looking at you with big eyes. "Who even cares if she's hurt." Stiles comments, scoffing loudly and rolling his eyes obnoxiously.