Stiles when you go back to college because your dad made you. Everyone misses you and he has to play cool.

"So." I said. Stiles had been calling me so often it was kind of getting annoying. It was just awkward and short and we sat in silence until he finally hung up after saying some lame excuse.

I never said good bye. I was trying to hint. Flirt. Anything.

"(Y/n)?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I was irritated.

"When do you come back?"

I sighed. "Summer." After a pause I finally snapped. "Do you just not like me?"

"What?"

"Do you just not like me? Am I just assuming the best? Am I wrong?"

A pause. "You're an idiot."

"What?" I snapped.

"No! Not you... But you're silly too. I'm an idiot. You're an idiot for not telling me sooner. I just... I'm nervous to get attached to you."

I was dumb struck. The beep rang for the end of lunch period.

"Was that the bell?"

"Uh... Yeah."

A chuckle. "Get to class."

"Um... Okay."

"One thing first?"

"What?" I whispered.

"We miss you, idiot." I waited for it, biting my lip. "I miss you."