"Tell me something, no funny business." The guy, the one that just pulled you into a classroom, says. "Where were you last night?" He questions, sounding anxious, but not threatening.

Stiles is your classmate, you never really talked or knew him at all. All you know is what you've heard; he's a nerd that does lacrosse.

"Just tell me," he says, noticing the confused look it your eyes. "It's not gonna cost you anything to answer."