It was the Beacon Hill High School Homecoming Dance. All the boys were well lined up, perfumed, and some had a bottle of whiskey hidden inside their tuxedo pockets. You didn't have many options to invite, maybe Stiles Stilinski, your best friend, but you thought about it, and maybe it would be too weird. So, he invited a boy from chemistry class, who gladly accepted. Now, you had your arm around his arm. Stiles had said he was going with a girl, but so far he hasn't seen either of them. When suddenly, he appears behind you, hands shoved deep into his pants pocket nervously.

— "You look pretty tonight." He says, calmly, until you turn to him, with one of your eyebrows raised and a half smile, implying that you didn't hear, but, you did. Stiles' eyes widen when he sees you looking, mouth open for a second, trying to come up with words that come out of control in a higher tone.

— "Uh..! I- I said you look shitty, goodbye!" Stiles leaves with a hurried pace, you laugh and roll your eyes, it wasn't the first time he offended you, the two of you "fought" a lot, but lately he seemed stranger than usual.