Emma's P.O.V:

"Going out? What do you mean going out?" I ask Stiles over the phone.

Yes, we're both at school but he's somewhere with Scott and I have French now.

I go to my locker, not worried about running late. I already have detention anyway.

Allison is collecting her stuff two lockers away from mine.

"I don't know! She said something about her, Scott, Lydia and Jackson, and that we're invited too."

"Whoa, she wants us to go like together?"

I don't care if 'she' is right next to me, I won't go on a date with Stiles.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous! But I'll come out with an excuse, deal?"

I zone off as I watch Allison taking a blazer out of her locker, I wonder why is she so surprised?

The bell rings, making her jump and making me groan.

"Stiles?" I catch his attention.

"Yeah," he says monotonically. As if anything else would be more interesting than being with me at the phone.

Allison smiles at me as we walk together to class.

"Do you know what she was wearing at the party?" I make emphasis on the word 'she', hoping he gets the clue.

"Um, white blouse, blue blazer, why?" he asks confused.

"I think...I think someone was here, that's all."

Allison is quiet next to me and I can feel her staring.

"Hey, I have to go, I'll call you later."

"No, wait! Who was here? You mean Der..." too late, Stilinski.

We get into the classroom and sit on the last row.

"Were you talking to Stiles?" she asks.

"Yeah..." I drag the word, not really knowing what else to say.

'We were talking about you'; 'we don't like the idea of you thinking we're even friends.'

"You two make such an interesting couple."

Oh God, does her whole family thinks we're dating?

"Um, thanks but...we're not dating," I akwardly explain.

"Oh, sorry. I just thought...oh, my bad," she says looking down.

"It is okay, Allison," I do my best to smile at her. "We are colleagues and that's all."

"Oh, why are you associated?" her expression changes to an interested one.

"Oh, um...the car," I say quickly, remembering our deal. "We are car buddies, just until I can afford my own. But I swear we're not even friends."

"You seem like very good friends, though. You showed up together at my house very late at night and you share car and you talk over the phone..." she insists. Okay, time to fight back.

"Trust me, I'm not the one developing feelings for someone else here," my words have the effect I was expecting. She blushes and hides behind her book, mumbling a 'shut up'.

I'm the queen of comebacks.

Once class is over, I frantically look for either Scott or Stiles. I just received some cool police information!

I finally find them peacefully talking.

"I can do something," Stiles says. What the hell...

"Like what?" Scott asks, not having any clue of what's going on, as usual.

"Find the other half of the body," Stiles states.

"Did you guys hear about the curfew?" I interrupt their little argument.

"Yeah, our dads are over there," Stiles points behind the wall but I won't look; I don't want to get caught spying on my dad, even though I do it all the time. "You coming tonight?"

"Detention, sorry," I say it an evil smile. "Pick me up after it?"

"Sure, call me when it's over," is all I hear after watching Stiles disappear.

"How come you're friends now?" Scott asks for the millionth time this week.

I sigh in frustration, putting my hands on my head.

"There are certain things that unite people, Scotty," I slowly explain. "Your best friend becoming a werewolf is one of them. We're not friends; we're just trying to look after your little supernatural ass, okay? Got to get to class, good luck with the other half of  the body," I pat his cheek before disappearing.

Stiles does pick me up after detention and picks me up again, one hour after he dropped me.

Detention was just an excuse for skipping dead body's hunting but now I'm in the middle of it. We're going to Beacon Hills' hospital because Scott smelled blood next to Derek's burned house so we have to make sure it's the same girl my dad is looking for right now.

We quickly wish Scott good luck before he gets into the morgue aisle. What a creepy place, I thank God I'm not the one with supernatural skills.

We walk to the waiting area, trying to act as normal as possible inside a hospital.

Stiles supports himself on the nearest desk, his spasmodic movements causing a lot of noise.

"What?" I ask under a whisper.

He motions to some place behind me. I quickly turn around to see the one and only Lydia Martin. Waiting.

"You know, this one time I said you weren't enough for her-"

"Last week," he interrupts me.

Ignoring his comment, I go on.

"You'll never prove me wrong if you don't go and talk to her."

He rolls his eyes at me, but walks towards the strawberry blond haired Barbie. Only for Lydia Martin I would come up with such a long nickname.

I watch him as he approaches Lydia. It is actually kind of cute the way Stiles likes Lydia so much. He gets all nervous whenever she's near but he also has the guts to go and talk to her. It is sad that she doesn't notice how much he cares for her, because he's actually not that bad.

Okay, yeah, I said it: Stiles Stilinski is not that bad.

However, Lydia is one of those girls that only like guys on that stupid lacrosse uniform. If only Stiles had the chance to prove he's good at that sport-which I don't know if he is-I bet things would be different, at least for Lydia.

"I'm gonna sit, you don't care," I hear him say as he sits down in defeat.

"Okay," Lydia says half-heartedly.

"What just happened?" I ask, taking a magazine and sitting down next to Stiles.

"She was on the phone," he says slowly, pretending to read the magazine on his hands. Girls' period; what an interesting topic, Stilinski.

"Don't worry, you'll get her one day!" I sarcastically assure him patting his shoulder.

"It's good to know that you still hate me," he smiles at me, which is weird.

We remain quiet for the next ten minutes.

"Oh, God," Stiles cringes in disgust and I look over his shoulder to see Lydia making out with Jackson in the middle of the waiting room. "Holy God!" he repeats when Scott -out of nowhere-takes the magazine from his hands.

"The scent is the same," he announces.

Holy shit, they really found the body. I would love to include myself but I didn't really do anything.

"You sure?" the magazine long forgotten, Stiles quickly stands up.

"Yeah," Scott sighs.

They discuss their possibilities, and I take it as a chance to check a message from Allison.

Are you free tonight?

"So we gotta need a shovel," Stiles says. "Emma, you coming?"

Um, no. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you.

Not even thirty seconds later, she replies.

It is okay, Emma. Have a great time with Stiles.

Whatever.

"Come on, Emma! We don't have all night!" Stiles calls once again.

"Yes, we do. In fact, we have the whole freaking night," I say under my breath, walking behind Scott and Stiles.

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Emma thinks Stiles likes Lydia, lol.