"Hey honey, it's mom... I know you're home alone, and I just wanted to make sure that you had the doors locked. I hate you being all by yourself, but there's leftover pizza in the fridge if you get hungry. I love you, see you when I get home." My mom's voice came through the answering machine as I glared at the stupid white box from my spot in the hallway.

Scott had left for his date about ten minutes ago, leaving me to be in the house all by myself. Normally, I wouldn't mind the alone time because very rarely do I ever get it, but for some reason I had the desire for company. The thought of sitting in my house alone all night made me uncomfortable. I was half-tempted to call Stiles and invite him over, but it's been so long since the two of us have hung out alone together-- and with the whole him calling me beautiful thing still hanging in the air between us, I didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

To be completely honest, I have no idea what's even going through my head with Stiles anymore. I hate to be cliche, but I have always loved the idea of a girl falling in love with her brothers best friend. In the movies and romance novels I've read, the cliche is always so heartwarming and refreshing to me. I love the idea of siblings having one person in their lives that is equally important to them both. It connects them, in a way.

I'm not saying that I'm in love with Stiles, but I do care for him quite a bit. I've known him for pretty much my entire existence and for some reason, I don't see him as a brotherly figure like I should. I see him as a safety net. I see him as a great person to grow old with. I don't think I'll ever be bored of his company. He always seems to make me laugh, even when I don't want to. He can sense when something is wrong with me in a moments notice. He's always there when I call, and no matter what the request is... he does it.

If I'm making him sound like the picture perfect guy that every girl dreams of having; it's because he is. Stiles is so genuine and sweet, even though he acts like a sarcastic idiot 99% of the time... he's so much more than that. He's strong and loyal. He doesn't ever give up, no matter what the fight may be. His intentions are always good, and he wouldn't harm a fly. He loves with every fiber of his being and he goes out of his way to make someone smile if they're having a bad day.

So why am I trying so hard to convince myself that I don't have feelings for him?

Oh yeah, because he has a thing for Lydia Martin.

I let out a sigh as I realized that Stiles would never go for me if he has his sights set on Lydia. As I said before, we are total opposites. I have no desire to be anything like Lydia, either. I don't like wearing heels, I don't like wearing makeup, I hate getting my nails done, the only shopping I like to do is grocery shopping so I can pick out want I plan on eating for the week. Why would Stiles ever have feelings for me when I have nothing in common with the girl that he does have feelings for?

Suddenly, lounging on the couch watching trash television lost it's appeal to me. I glanced around the living room briefly before ascending the staircase and making my way to my bedroom so I could go lay down and wallow in my self pity. I don't know why I'm upset, it's not like I can't get a boyfriend. I'm sure there are plenty of boys that would want to go out with a me... I mean, I did have my first kiss in like the fourth grade. I'm not undesirable... but I guess I am to the one guy that I want to be desired by.

As I passed Scott's bedroom door, I felt a gust of air brush against my arm. I turned to inspect the room, his curtains were flapping around due to the fact that he had had left his window open. I rolled my eyes and stepped into his room, making my way towards the window. I had to climb on top of his bed in order to get to the window, why he wanted to place his bed directly beneath his window is beyond me, but he did. Once I had the window pane secured and locked, I closed his curtains and slid off the bed.

The room was extremely dark now, due to the fact that the light source had been from the moon in the sky pouring in from the open window. I heard a floor board creak from the opposite side of the room and my nerves went into overdrive. Panic was shot through my veins as I turned to inspect what the noise could have came from, only to see darkness. I was about three feet from the light switch, without hesitation I launched myself in that general direction and scrambled to flip the switch. As soon as the lights kicked on, I let out a yelp as someone jumped out of the shadows and pinned me towards the neighboring wall.

My eyes had squeezed shut in the midst of the attack, but when I opened them to see who the intruder had been, my eyes widened in shock. The intruder in my house was Derek Hale.

"What the hell are you doing in here!" I shrieked as I thrashed around in his hold wildly. He had one hand wrapped around my throat, and the other pressing my shoulder against the wall forcefully. Does he not realize that I'm not the McCall twin with werewolf strength? He doesn't need to be so rough with me. I'm ten times more fragile than Scott is now.

"Did he go out with her?" he asked as he clenched his jaw.

I have a feeling that Derek had advised Scott to not go out with Allison, much like Stiles and I had advised him against going to that party the other night... yet my dumbass brother ignored all warnings and just did whatever he wanted to do. Lord knows what could possibly go wrong this time, last time he was almost killed by Allison's father and a pack of werewolf hunters in the reserve.

"You're gonna have to be more--" I let out a cough from his tight grip, "more specific."

Derek narrowed his eyes at my sarcastic remark, "Allison. Did he go out with Allison?"

"Maybe," I choked out, "if you squeeze any tighter, you're gonna kill me."

He dropped his hold on me immediately after. I cleared my throat and rubbed and my neck, which will more than likely bruise significantly. I blinked rapidly as I risked a glance at Derek, he looked even more angry than he did three seconds ago.

"You know, I can call the police. There is such as a thing as breaking and entering, and assault on top of that." I retorted bitterly, folding my arms over my chest and attempting to ask as if I wasn't in my pain from his tight grip on my throat or from the pressure he had put on my shoulder.

He rose an eyebrow in amusement, "You're going to call the cops on me?"

"I might!" I shrieked wildly as I rolled my shoulder a few times, trying to ease the tension in my muscles.

Derek rolled his eyes, "What good do you think that'll do?"

"Gee, I don't know... maybe get your inconsiderate ass arrested again? You do have a record, you know." I breathed out in annoyance.

The look of cockiness on his face struck a nerve and I felt a flame ignite in my chest. He thinks I'm bluffing? Well, I'll show him bluffing. I fished my phone out of my pocket and began to dial the Sheriffs Department number, but before I could finish Derek smacked the phone out of my hand with brute force. My eyes widened and I screamed as I was the screen crack and several pieces of the glass fall to the floor.

"Oh my God!" I shouted as I fell to the floor and inspected the damage, my phone was beyond repair. The screen wasn't even lighting up, Derek had completely broken it. I would have to go and get a new one at some point, because I doubt a temperamental werewolf basically throwing your phone across the room is covered on the warranty. I glanced up at Derek angrily, only to see a scowl planted firmly on his face.

Derek clenched his jaw, "Don't test me, Kasey."

After looking back to my phone and then glancing back up, I noticed that Derek was gone and the window was open once again. I groaned in annoyance as I tossed the pieces of the broken plastic and glass into the garbage can.

Why was Derek even here? He clearly noticed that Scott wasn't here, so why stay and harass me and break my cell phone? I hope that Scott doesn't plan to make Derek permanent in our lives, because at this point I can't stand the asshole. Not only did he hurt me, but he broke my damn cell phone. iPhones are expensive, replacing an iPhone is even more expensive. I should make Scott pay for my replacement, seeing as how it was his friend that broke the original.

My throat was burning, inside and out. I needed to get something to drink, which meant I had to walk back downstairs. I should have just stayed down there in the first place instead of sulking upstairs to lay in my bed and be upset about Stiles having a crush on Lydia. Maybe if I had stayed on the main floor, Derek wouldn't have ended up breaking my cell phone.

Once I was downstairs and in the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and then headed to the living room to plop down on the sofa. I have no idea why Derek didn't want Scott to hang out with Allison tonight, but I wish he would have told me... that way when Scott got home I could relay the message and then smack the shit out of him for not listening to a warning, once again. I don't understand why it's so difficult for him to just listen to people, especially people who are trying to protect him.

A rapid knocking on the front door pulled me from my thoughts. I let out a sigh and sat my drink down on the coffee table before approaching the front door. For a split second I thought that maybe my call to the Sheriffs Department went through and they were responding, but then once the door was opened, instead of being met with the Sheriff, I was met with the sight of his son.

I let out a sigh of relief as I leaned against the door, "It's you, hi."

"It's me," he smiled, "and hi. Can I come in?"

"Yeah," I nodded as I stepped out of the way so he could enter the house. The sight of him relaxed all of my nerves and completely crushed the anger that Derek had made me feel. I was more than happy to see him, granted I have no idea why he's here exactly, but I don't really care. I'm just glad that he's here with me.

We both made our way into the living room, I took my previous seat on the sofa.. but Stiles remained standing. I quirked an eyebrow in confusion, "You gonna sit down?

He cleared his throat, "Not yet.. I have something to say and it's kind of important."

"Me too," I chuckled, thinking back to Derek, "but you can go first."

Stiles began to pace around the living room, mumbling things to himself. My eyes followed him as he avoided looking at me. It's been a few hours since the school bus fiasco, so maybe what he has to say is related to that. I was praying that he was going to add on to saying that my hair looked nice, I wanted him to say so many more nice things to me. My stomach was erupting with butterflies in anticipation of hearing him speak so kindly to me.

I chuckled, "Stiles, sometime today please."

"God, this is so hard, okay. You know how I really like Lydia?" he winced slightly as he said the words, hesitantly meeting my gaze.

My stomach dropped. Any and all hope of him maybe having a crush on me just went out the window. I'm such an idiot. Why did I think that he would have a crush on me anyway? I'm just Kasey.. his best friends sister. I'm nothing special. God, this revelation hurts so much more than it should.

I swallowed down the bile creeping up the back of my throat, "Yeah."

"Well," he began nervously, "I don't like her anymore."

Is he being serious? Just when I thought this conversation couldn't get any worse, now he's telling me that he's over Lydia and likes someone else? I can't sit here and go through this. I feel like I'm about to get sick. Why does he think talking to me about this is a good idea? He has Scott for this shit, not me. I don't want to listen to him talk about some other girl that he thinks is perfect. I can deal with the Lydia thing, because every guy has a crush on her... but now another girl? A girl that isn't Lydia who isn't perfect in every way imaginable? I feel like my heart is being ripped apart in my chest.

"Why?" I choked out, which I attempted to discreetly cover up with a cough. I blinked rapidly and took a sip of water, swallowing down my pride and broken heart.

Stiles blinked rapidly, "Why? What do you mean why?"

"Why don't you like Lydia anymore?" I explained further, the words cut through my insides as I spoke them.

"Because, this new girl is so much more amazing than her. She's smart and doesn't hide it, she's beautiful, down to earth, funny, sarcastic, brave, strong, loyal, and most importantly she's the perfect girl for me. She is a thousand times better than Lydia. She's gorgeous, like her hair is beautiful and her eyes are enticing. I can look at her all day and never get tired of what I'm looking at." he explained, his tone getting happier and happier as he spoke more about this perfect girl.

When I heard him say she was the perfect girl for him, was when my heart shattered. I had put way too much fantasy into this whole Stiles having feelings for me thing. Clearly, it was all wishful thinking on my end. The compliments weren't anything out of the ordinary, I was just overreacting and making something out of nothing. God, I hate feelings... they always lead to complications.

"Stiles, why are you telling me this?" I asked hesitantly. My chest was tightening and my skin was on fire. I feel like I'm dying. Can you die from a broken heart? If not, I may just be the first person to do so.

He bit down on his lip, "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"

"Oh, believe me... I'm listening." I breathed out rather harshly. The heartbreak was morphing into jealousy now. I don't understand what makes this girl so much better than me? I'm funny and sarcastic, and he said my hair was pretty, too. He said that she's smart, and I'm smart. I just don't understand how this girl managed to snag his heart, yet I couldn't.

Stiles nodded once, "How should I tell her how I feel?"

"Why do you want my opinion, anyway?" I snapped, "I don't care who you like or why you like them. And I especially don't care about how you tell them how you feel. Just because I'm your friend, Stiles, doesn't mean I want to know all of this crap. I have enough going on in my own life to worry about."

As soon as the words had been spoken, I felt it-- I felt the damage I had just done. Stiles was standing in front of me with wide eyes. I don't know what came over me, nor do I know why I was so adamant on trying to hurt his feelings... but I regret it, oh my God do I regret it. Especially, now seeing his face and the hurt washing over it. What's wrong with me? Why did I say that to him?

He cleared his throat and blinked rapidly, "You know, you're right. I don't know why I even wasted my time coming here. I'm gonna go."

I wanted to go after him, but he was out the door before I couldn't even get off the sofa. My heart lurched in my chest as my brain was finally able to process what was happening. I jumped to my feet and darted towards the door, but as soon as I got outside I saw his jeep speeding down the street. He was gone and he was upset. I really have messed things up now. I turned around and slammed the front door shut before I stormed back into the living room. I fell onto the couch and didn't bother to stop myself as the tears fell from eyes, no doubt ruining my makeup.

What is happening to me? It's not Stiles' fault that he doesn't have feelings for me, no matter how much it hurts and how badly it makes me want to never speak to him again-- I can't hold him accountable for it. I guess we just aren't meant to be together, and I need to accept that and move on before I end up letting it ruin our friendship.

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And here you go, this episode was hard to cut in half so I just did this. Now Kasey knows that she is looking at Stiles in a different way! Woo, I am so excited to write about them I can't even explain it. Anyway, be sure to fan, vote, and comment what you thought pleaseeeeee! xx