Stiles' P.O.V:

After the game and the conversation I had with Emma later, something changed.

Like, I'm really offended that she actually thinks I can't have a chance with her. So, I came out with a plan: I'm going to make her fall for me.

Only rule is I can't fall back. That'd be a problem. I don't like Emma, I don't want to like her either; I'll just do it to prove my point.

Plan was already ruined when I went to pick her up and Jessica said she had already left with her father. Okay, bad start.

I bought her favourite chocolate bar and all.

And now it seems that Scott killed Allison in his dream, but it was real, but still a dream and I don't even know what I'm saying.

"So you killed her," I state to clarify his crazy story.

"I don't know, I just woke up," Scott says, getting through the doors of hell.

I mean, school.

"I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe; I've never had a dream where I'd woke up like that before," he explains and I rub my sides because the door hit me.

This isn't my day.

"Really? I had," I sigh because fuck yeah, I had. "It usually ends up a little differently."

And as he's telling me how real it felt and I assure him he's doing it amazingly, I can't seem to spot Emma anywhere.

Not that I'm looking for her, but she's usually in my way, like literally all the time.

And now Scott wants Derek to teach him how to be a werewolf, did he just forget we sent him to jail and he'll most likely kill us?

Scott keeps ranting about how real it felt and once we're on the back doors of school, I feel like I'll have a heart attack.

The bus is all covered in blood and experts are taking pictures and oh God, did Scott kill Allison in there?

"We need to find them," I say going back into the halls.

Wait, them?

Okay, yes, Allison and Emma. Scott's girlfriend might be dead but I still need to prove my point to Emma. How dare she, I am Stiles, I can make everything I want...even make a girl fall for me.

Emma Lee, you don't have any idea of what you got yourself into.

"Just help me find her," Scott says, furiously looking everywhere. Allison is sadly nowhere so be seen. What if what just happened was real?

I try to look for her on the halls; girls are all talkative today, like, why? I can't spot her anywhere and Scott gets so angry he breaks a locker with his bare hand.

I finally spot Emma and I have to make an important decision: Scott or Emma.

"Emma, wait!"

Emma's P.O.V:

Dad had to leave early to work because apparently someone was killed in a school bus. I just hope Scott is alive and that he doesn't have anything to do with this.

Dad took me to school because he had to get here anyway.

I had the need to call Stiles but I didn't, because he was acting weird last time we talked. Like, the I-could-make-you-fall-if-I'd-wanted-to thing? What the hell?

I don't need to fall for him or anyone. I'm just fine.

"Emma, wait!" speaking of devil...

I sigh in frustration and turn around to find the one and only Stiles Stilinski smiling at me.

Oh, okay, this is a first.

"Can I help you?" I snap, trying to hide my awkwardness, because I don't know why he is smiling. No sarcasm, just a huge smile.

"I went to your house earlier. Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, the smile replaced by a confused face, like he just remembered it happened.

"I'm sorry, dad needed to come here so here I am. I thought you'd know," I shrugged. He is the Sheriff's son after all.

"I-I...yeah, of course I knew," he scoffs. Did I find out about police's business before Stiles? I'm feeling great. "I just thought you'd wait for me anyway."

"Why would I do that?" I snap again. I might be bipolar. Or it's just Stiles.

No butterflies or shivers, but mood changes.

"Because I got you this," he says holding something in his hand. Is that a...

"You got me a Snicker?" I squeal. "How did you know?" I say trying to reach it but he jerks his hand away.

"I know more about you than you think," he says with a straight face.

"Jessica told you, didn't she?"

"Okay, maybe she did. Or maybe I found out by myself." He keeps on defending himself.

The bell rings and everyone is rushing to their classes.

"Will you give it to me or what?" I say moving out of the way of some stupid freshman kids.

But then something I definitely wasn't expecting happens. Stiles puts an arm loosely around my shoulders while we walks to class. "Will you ditch me like that again or what? We have a deal, Emma."

What the hell is going on? Why is he doing this? Why is he being so damn nice?

But most important: why does all of this feels nice?

For the first time in a while now, I don't know what to say. One or two weeks ago he called me beautiful and left me speechless.

But now, now he is just telling me not to ditch him again. Just say that he can fuck off because Emma Lee does whatever she wants.

"Sure, I won't. Sorry I didn't tell you," I stutter and he smirks, putting the caramel bar in my hands and getting straight into the classroom, leaving me outside by myself, dumbfounded.

When I finally get inside, the only free spot is beside him.

This isn't my day.

"Maybe it was my blood at the door." Scott turns around to talk to us. His blood? At the door? What door?

What did I miss?

I look at Stiles for answers, because he decided to be all you-didn't-call-me-this-morning instead of giving me the important information.

Dammit Stilinski.

"Could it be animal blood?" he suggests, not looking at me. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"And did what?" Scott asks. I don't know what is going on but I'm pretty sure of what happens if a wolf catches a rabbit.

"Ate it?" I say with a tired expression. Stiles doesn't look at me yet.

"Raw?" Scott's face is gold I could laugh out loud right now.

But that wouldn't be very friendly of mine.

"No, you stopped to bake it on your little werewolf oven," Stiles remarks and it actually makes me laugh. I have to put a hand over my mouth because I don't want to get in trouble, at least not with Harris again.

"I don't know, you're the one that can't remember anything"

"Mr. Stilinski." Here we go. Can Harris just stay out of the way for once? "If that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to put the headphones out once in a while. I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit with a little distance, yes?"

"No," Stiles and I say at the same time. Why did I speak too? No idea.

"Is there any problem, Miss Lee?" Harris looks at me. Yes, I want to talk to Stiles, why would you take him away from me.

"No, it was my answer to this question." I shrugged.

"I didn't know you were a psychic," Harris fights back. "Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much," he adds as Scott and Stiles move away from me.

Stiles laughs sarcastically and I just roll my eyes. Not even five seconds later, a girl stands up and says, "hey, I think the found something!" that is all that gets for the whole class to get closer to the window.

I take it as a chance to open my delicious Snicker and eat it because these things are heaven. God bless Jessica for telling Stiles about this.

I meet Scott next to the window, to see important people carrying a hospital litter. "That's not a rabbit," he says and I start to worry. Was he at the bus and killed whoever is lying there?

But the man jumps and screams, scaring everyone. "Okay!" I sigh in relief.

"This is good, this is good!" Stiles agrees with me. "He got up, he's not dead!"

"Yeah, dead guys can't do that," I say in an attempt to calm Scott down. I don't think is working.

Stiles and I are bad at comforting people.

On the bright side, this chocolate bar is delicious. "Emma," Scott finally speaks. "I did that."

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Dedication goes to so-far-gone because she said Stiles would get all flirty, love you babe! x