Stiles's Pov

I couldn't concentrate.

I was basically out of it the entire day, lost in my own thoughts and lost in what Malia had said before.

The teachers didn't seem to mind because as long as I got my work turned in and wasn't a bother that's all they really cared about.

Which is honestly fine for me since the last thing I need is to get detention.

But Malia's words from before are still on my mind and I'm just trying to forget about it but it's freaking hard.

There's no way that I love Luke.

Right?

I can't love him. There's no way.

Luke and I are friends and even though we've gone on dates and even though we've revealed our feelings for each other we're not even a couple. 

We're taking things slow. I need them to be slow. I want them to be slow.

I really like Luke and I care about him the same way he does with me. And there's no denying that, yeah, I want him.

But the last thing I want right now is to get into a relationship that quick. I want to wait.

The last thing I want is another heartbreak.

Not after what happened between Derek and I.

Luckily, Luke understands that and isn't annoyed at me nor is he pressuring me to be his boyfriend.

He's patient and he's willing to wait. And that's what I appreciate the most about him.

I wasn't too lost in my thoughts so I was able to hear the bell that indicated the end of lunch. I gathered my things and left the classroom and headed for my locker.

I opened my locker and began putting my things away so I could head to lunch and meet the others.

But, of course, my mind went back to what I was thinking about before.

I know I said I want to wait for Luke and I to become a couple, at least until the time is right, but is that what I want?

Do I want to continue waiting?

Do I want to continue acting like it's better for us to take things slow when I just want us to finally make things official?

Am I stupid for wanting to take things slow?

I truly thought that's what I wanted but it's not. At least I don't think so.

But the thought of just calling Luke a friend rather than calling him my boyfriend, that feels really good to say, hurts.

The thought of not being able to introduce him as my boyfriend to others hurts.

But what hurts the most is that I'm not doing anything about it and letting the whole, take it slow thing, play out. 

What if I want to make things official?

What if I want...

"Whose jacket are you wearing?"

I clenched my eyes shut and gritted my teeth and did my best to hold in a groan.

I turned my head around to see Scott standing there with a confused look on his face and his eyebrows pinched together.

"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to hold in my annoyance.

"Whose jacket are you wearing?" Scott asked again.

"None of your business" I told him while turning back to my locker and continued stuffing books inside.

"I'm pretty sure it is" Scott told me with a serious tone.

"I'm pretty sure it isn't" I shot back.

"Can you stop being difficult and just tell me who gave you that jacket?" Scott asked with a glare. 

"Can you stop butting into other people's business?" I asked with a glare. 

After stuffing in my last notebook that I was holding I slammed my locker shut and began walking away.

I wanted to get far away from my ex-best friend and meet my new friends in the cafeteria.

Not to mention I just wanted food in my system. I'm hungry. 

Just as I was making my way to the cafeteria I felt a hand on my shoulder causing me to tense.

I shoved the hand off of me as fast as I could and spun around to see Scott standing there.

"Don't touch me" I gritted my teeth while glaring at him. 

"You didn't answer my question" Scott glared at me.

"And that's because you're not gonna get an answer. So back off and leave me the hell alone" I glared back at him. 

Why the hell can't he leave me alone?

Does he not remember that he and sourwolf were the ones that kicked me out and told me to stay away from him and the pack?

I'm doing exactly that yet he can't seem to freaking leave me alone. 

What the hell?

"Answer my question and I will. Whose jacket is that?" Scott asked.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes before deciding to just answer.

"My friend gave it to me since I didn't have a flannel with me" I replied. 

Scott furrowed his eyebrows at me, "what friend? You don't have any" he asked in confusion. 

"That is none of your business, now leave me alone" I rolled my eyes.

I could barely turn around when he decided to speak, causing me to internally groan. 

"I have the right to know" Scott told.

I let out a laugh at that and crossed my arms over my chest. 

"You have the right to know? As far as I'm concerned you're not my father and you sure as hell ain't my best friend, not anymore" I reminded him.

I swear I saw him flinch at that for whatever reason.

Should I care?

No. No I shouldn't.

"I still have-" Scott started but was cut off.

"Didn't you hear him? He said leave him alone" a voice spoke from behind me.

I turned around and smiled when I saw June standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.

Scott glanced between us with a frown before settling his eyes on June.

"Who are you?" Scott asked.

"June, I'm a friend of Stiles. Who are you?" June asked while eyeing him up and down.

I sighed, "this is Scott and he's my ex-best friend" I told her.

June hummed at that, glancing at the McCall boy, before turning back to me.

"Is he bothering you?" June asked.

"Yes, he is" I told her with a roll of my eyes.

June hummed before turning to him.

"Why can't you leave him alone? He's told you multiple times to do just that" June asked.

Scott scoffed and looked at her with clear annoyance shown in his eyes.

"Why don't you mind your business? This doesn't concern you" Scott shot back at her.

"Hey, don't speak to her like that" I told him with a glare.

June is my friend the same way Jake and Olivia are my friends and I don't want anyone disrespecting them.

Especially Scott, the clear definition of disrespect given his attitude.

"Why are you defending her?" Scott asked, turning to me with a raised eyebrow.

"She's my friend, something that you aren't. Not anymore" I told him with a glare.

"I never knew you had a friend. Let alone a friend that's a girl" Scott said while eyeing June.

I looked at him like he's an idiot.

Which he is but still.

"There's nothing wrong with being friends with girls" I told him.

He has no right to question who I make friends with given his friend group.

Scott ignored me and continued eyeing June, trying to see if there was anything suspicious about her for whatever reason.

June noticed and immediately grew defensive, which I honestly don't blame her.

"I'm not a violent person, but I'm not opposed to smacking a bitch" June declared while sending a glare to Scott.

I laughed loudly at that, especially at the offended look on Scott's face.

"As much as I'd love to see that, don't waste your time on him. He's not worth it" I said.

June looked disappointed but sighed and nodded in understanding.

She then walked closer to me and linked her arm with mine, pulling me closer to her side.

"Come on, lets head to lunch before the others begin to question where we are" June suggested.

"Good idea" I nodded with a smile.

With that we both turned around and began walking down the hallway in order to head to the cafeteria.

When we were far away from Scott I breathed out a sigh of relief before turning to June.

"Thanks for that, he was really getting on my nerves" I told her.

"Anything for you, Stiles" June smiled.

"Although, I really would've liked to see you smack him across the face" I told her.

I would've paid her big money just to see that. Really.

"I was going to do that but you stopped me. Remember?" June asked with a deadpan expression.

I sighed and held my hands up in surrender while she laughed in amusement while shaking her head.

She pulled me closer to her side as the two of us entered the cafeteria together so we could get on line and get our lunch.