"Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been...
I had 98 calls from Stiles and 50 from Scott. Not to mention all the texts. What happened was, last night I went to get some food, I was hungry and sad because of Scott so I did it. But, I ended up getting a bit drunk and slept on a the house of an old friend of Stiles. She was really nice to me. And my phone died yesterday and when I got home today, Stiles wasn't there anymore.
So here I am, at the hallways of the Beacon Hills High School, searching for my brother and his best friend.
"Cassie!" I turned around to see Allison. "Hey!"
"Oh, hi." I smiled at her.
"So, I was thinking that maybe we should hang out. I'm new here and you seem like a really nice person. It would be nice."
"That's really nice of you, Allison, thanks. We should definitely do it." I said, almost slapping my own face.
"Cool."
I turned around and bumped to someone. It was Scott. He widened his eyes when he saw me and Allison.
"You're okay." Scott breathed out, looking at me.
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"Uh, yeah?"
"Why you didn't answered my calls? Or my texts? I've been trying to talk to you the whole day, Cassie. And Stiles said you weren't home today." Scott quickly said.
"Hey, calm down. I left yesterday to get some food and.... Stayed at an old's friend house."
"Don't you ever do that to me again!" He said and I nodded, then he looked at Allison. "Hey." He smiled.
"Okay. I'm going to leave you guys alone." I said and walked away.
"Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled. Thank you."
Wait, incident?
"Cassie!" I heard a yell and I turned around to be attacked by a hug. "I've never been so happy to see you. Oh, Jesus."
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" I groaned as he hugged me tightly.
"I thought you were dead!" He looked at me, finally letting me go.
"What? Why?"
"First of all. Don't you ever sleep out without telling me, I was so freaking worried about you. Second thing... Scott had a dream, he said that he killed you on the school bus and when we got here, there was a school bus all ripped off and with blood all around it. So I almost freaking died!" He yelled at my face.
"Oh, so this is the incident..."
"Yes! Are you even listening to me?"
I smiled. "I'm fine. And I'm sorry I didn't called you. "
