I had broken off from Stiles and taken Erica to the closest place I could find that would give us privacy, so the Coach's office.

Erica licked her teeth with a grin as she eyes me up and down. "Erica. Tell me what happened?" I asked as she sighed, leaning on the desk.

"I had a seizure, and now I'm cured." She grinned as I sighed, shaking my head.

"You know that's not what I mean." I walked over to her and she slowly looked up at me through her lashes.

"What? Do you not like my confidence?" She asked as I hugged quietly.

"You're a werewolf now, right? You're apart of Derek's pack." I stared the obvious as she hummed and smiled, nodding slowly and rubbing marks up and down.

"That's right. So I'll be seeing..." Erica paused to grab my hands and yank me down so I was at eye leve with hers. "A lot, more of you." She smiled.

I stared into her eyes with nervousness as she inhaled through her nose sharply. "Is that list or nervousness I smell?" She joked, staring down at my lips.

I gulped hard, hoping she would let me go but hoping she pulled me forward. And she did. She yanked me again, our lips crashing together.

My hands instinctively went to catch myself when she let go of my arms, both now gripping the desk as he hands tied themselves up in my hair. She had a strong grip.

She only stopped when someone opened the door.

And of course that someone had to be the one guy I didn't want to walk in on this.

"Stiles— I wasn't— uh." I pulled myself away from Erica, who only grinned mischievously as I began to panic.

"Oh. Sorry to interrupt... I'll just—" stiles pointed out the door as I shook my head.

"Stiles hold on—"

"I have to get to class." Stiles started to walk away as I paused, slowly turning to Erica.

"Why the hell did you do that?!" I asked as she chuckled to herself.

"I thought you liked me?" She assumed as my eyes widened and I squatted in embarrassment and shame.

"I was being friendly! I didn't— I don't like you." I got up and Erica frowned in disappointment, watching me turn and run after Stiles.

I have up when Stiles had gone into his classroom. I still had a free period, which meant I could either wait u til class was over, I could talk to him after school.

God I hope he doesn't avoid me.

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I stood around awkwardly by Stiles' Jeep as Scott walked up, a tense smell radiating off of him. "Stiles told you, didn't he?" I asked, hands shoved deep into my pockets.

Scott sighed. "I think it hurt him, Dean. I could smell how upset he was about it."

"Look I didn't kiss Erica. She kissed me. I don't— I don't see her as any more than a friend. Yeah, I care about her, but not the "I care about you because I'm hopelessly in love with you" care about her." I ranted on as Scott stopped me.

"Did you tell Stiles?"

"Do you think I'd be standing here right now, impatiently waiting for the boy with a buzzcut to arrive so I can apologize profusely?" I waved my arms out as Scott chuckled quietly.

"Yeah well... Good luck with whatever you're gonna say. I need to get to work." Scott got onto his motorcycle and drove off, leaving me to wait again in the near-empty parking lot.

I gave up after J saw the last student walk out the door and drive off, looking down at my watch then back at the door entrance. "Forget it." I muttered to myself, feeling a pull at my heart when I started to walk off.

I really had to get a new car. Maybe I can go do that now.

Maybe I have a problem with buying expensive things to cope with my negative emotions. Oh well.

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I walked into the car dealership, looking around awkwardly before a woman walked over, her heels clicking on the cement tiles in a rushed tone.

"Hi! Welcome. What can I do for you?" She smiled widely as I sighed, smiling warmly.

"Hi I'm just... looking for a new car. Preferably older... um—" my eyes grazed over some of the cars they displayed. They were all newer cars, ones that I wasn't a fan of.

"What year are you looking for? We have all kinds in the back." She said as I nodded.

"Can I have a look?" I asked, watching her smile and nod, leading me to the back of the dealership.

The building was pretty large, one of the biggest places in Beacon Hills next to the hospital and high school. I stared down the line of cars, all of different makes, modes and colors. It was like a candy shop for car lovers.

But my eyes had quickly found one that was different from the rest. A much older car.

I pointed to it quickly. "What's that one?" I asked as she raised a brow.

"It just came in last week. A 1970 Chevelle SS454. The previous owner's father used it but he passed and gave it to us. It's only had one owner and is very well taken care of." She walked me down to the Chevelle as my heart picked up its pace.

It was a gorgeous car. From afar it looked almost jet black, but up close and in the light it was like the color of the darkest part of the ocean. Two white stripes covered the middle of the hood, and there wasn't a scratch in sight.

"Wow. He really loved this car." I said, grazing my finger along its paint as the woman chuckled.

"That he did."

"How much for it?" I asked quickly as she paused, laughing at the question.

"This is... probably a car you should talk to your parents about." She said as I smiled.

"Dead." Was all I said, her eyes widening. It was easier to say they were both dead, rather than the half dead and actually dead.

"Oh. My apologies." She said quietly as I shook my head.

"It's fine. I have time to write the paper work and pay. How much?" I asked. The woman paused again and slowly looked at the car.

"In it's condition? $72,000. I could take you to get the registration and have you sign documents of ownership." She said as I nodded.

"Let's make this fast. I have a little brother who would die to see this."

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I slowly sank down into the seat of my new car, laughing hysterically with joy as I ran my hand over the wheel. It smelled fresh, so they had probably cleaned it prior to putting it on the market.

"You have a wonderful day, young man." The woman smiled as I clicked my tongue.

"And you, too." I winked before driving off, laughing again as my hands gripped the wheel. I would enjoy this car too much.

I drove up to Jeremy's friends house, getting out of the car and walking to the door. Ringing the doorbell, I turned my head back to look at the car, the grin still in my face even when the door opened to reveal Mark, Henry's dad.

"Dean. Good to see— holy shit. Is that what I think it is?" Mark's eyes landed on the car as I chuckled and nodded.

"I just got it a few minutes ago. Pretty cool?" I said as he walked out of the house and towards the car.

"Man, I haven't seen one of these puppies since I was a kid! Where did you find it?" Mark asked as I smiled again.

"The dealership took it in last week. $72k for it." I bragged as Mark scoffed with admiration.

"That's 72 thousand dollars well spent, boy. You're father would have killed to drive this." I nodded in agreement as Jeremy walked out, a loud gasp coming from him.

"Is that yours, Dean?!" Jeremy ran over and looked inside as I patted his head and nodded.

"Yes it is, Jeremy. More of an... impulse buy."

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And now every time I think of it see this car, I'll be picturing Dean Edric in the driver's seat.