I waited behind a bush as Stiles got ready to drop down scaring Scott. I could hear his front door open and his steps on the porch. In his mind he played through a scenario where someone stabbed him and ran into the house stealing all of their things. I gave a thumbs up to Stiles and he dropped his body down and there was screaming on both ends.

"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?!" Scott screamed. I popped up from the bush and leaned on the porch. Scott was our best friend since the third grade.

"You weren't answering your phones."

I looked at Scott's bat confused. "Why do you have a bat?"

"I thought you were a predator!"

Stiles chuckled and began to explain how our dad (the sheriff of our town) got a phone call to get all the police officers in our area because two joggers found a body in the woods. Then he got down from the gutters with a nice flip. "Seven." I said rating his gymnastic skills.

He looked at the ground like what I just said was unheard of. "That was at least a nine." I shook my head and he was about to argue but Scott interrupted.

"A dead body?"

Stiles and I looked at him like he was stupid. "No a body of water." Stiles answered as I gave a small smile. "Yes dumbass, a dead body."

"Then if they found the body what are they looking for?"

"That's the best part," That's the best part I said chiming in. "They only found half of the body." Scott dropped his jaw. "We're going." Stiles and I said at the same town.

We drove up to the Beacon Hills preserves and Scott immediately began chickening out (when he's the one bitching about how nothing happens in Beacon Hills) complaining that he wanted to get some sleep for lacrosse practice tomorrow (our school's football). Stiles made fun of him for having false hope and Scott still kept his faith. We went through the motions of day to day conversation with the three of us.

"Just out of curiosity," I started. "Did dad even say what half of the body they're looking for?"

"Hmm," Stiles said stopping for a moment. "I actually didn't think about that."

"And what if the person who killed the body is still out here?" Scott asked thinking about how that comment was so…Stiles

"I didn't think about that one either."

We all began climbing up a small hill. "It's nice to know you planned this all out with your attention to detail." Scott commented. Stiles chuckled and mumbled a reply.

Scott began wheezing and pulled out his inhaler as Stiles and I ran ahead and hid behind a log as we saw the police officers inspecting the forest. Stiles and I got up to run ahead but Scott was suffering behind us on the brim of an azmah attack and calling for us to wait up.

We stopped for two seconds and when we turned around a German Sheppard was barking in our face. Stiles began to fall which caused me to fall on the wet, dirty forest floor with him on top of me. "Stop right there!" The police officer yelled at us.

"Hang on!" A voice which we both knew too well called. "These little delinquents belong to me." Stiles began to get up and started to help me up.

"Hello dad, how are you doing?" Stiles said trying to block the light from the flashlights from getting in his eyes.

"Hi daddy!" I tried to sound sweet so he would let us off easy.

"Stiles, Bree, do you two listen in to all of my phone calls?"

"Well not the boring ones." I nudged Stiles and he gave me a look.

"So, where's your usual partner in crime?"

"Scott?" I tried to come up with a lie, but nothing came to mind. "He's home." Stiles jumped in. "He wants to get a good night sleep for first day back at school tomorrow. It's just the two of us."

Sheriff Stilinski shined his flashlight into the dark forest. "Scott, are you out here?" There was no response and I was slightly glad, but also slightly worried. "Well," He put his arms around the two of us squeezing tightly letting us know we were in trouble. "I'm going to walk you to the car and on the way we're going to have a conversation about invasion of privacy." He scolded at us until we got to the Jeep and after he was done he looked at Stiles. "Now, you two are going to get in that car and drive straight home and when I'm going to express my rights of punishing my children."

"Are you sure it's a right?" Stiles asked.

"Get the hell out of here."

"Yes sir." We both turned around and got back in the Jeep quickly. He didn't leave until we pulled out and got on the road. "What are we gonna do? We can't just leave him there!"

"That's the only thing we can do Bree." I looked out the window as we passed nothing but trees twirling my necklace. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a bad vibe."

First Day of School:

The next day Stiles and I pulled into the school. He unbuckled his seat belt and turned to me who hadn't moved since we approached the stone sign outside reading: Beacon Hills High School. Stiles sunk back into his seat. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I don't know."

"You can skip a day. I'm sure dad wouldn't mind, considering what happened during winter break."

"The worst part about skipping a day is that people are going to talk." I looked at Stiles and began imitating what they would say. "'She didn't come back?' 'What a wimp?' 'I'm team Bree, I can't believe what Jackson did to her.' 'I'm team Lydia, Bree's a bitch.'" Stiles looked at me and began to think about chocking Jackson the second he saw him in school. "Killing him isn't going to solve our problem."

"It would sure help."

I grabbed Stiles' hand and we looked at each other. Our protective sibling moments were rare, but nice. "I'll be fine." Stiles thought about saying 'I love you' but settled on a dumb joke instead. "I love you too." I said as we got out of the car and made our way to the school entrance.

As we walked we met Scott who was going to tell us what happened after we left in more detail. "Let's see it." Stiles said as we approached him.

Scott picked up his shirt revealing a bandage expertly (most likely from Scott who works at an animal clinic) put on with blood on the center of it. "It was too dark to see much but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

"A wolf bit you? No way." Stiles said as they walked toward the steps of the school.

"I heard a wolf howling."

"No you didn't."

"How do you know what I heard?"

"Because California doesn't have wolves, not in like sixty years."

"Really?"

"Yup." I interjected. "There are no wolves in California."

"Well if you don't believe me about the wolf then you are definitely not going t believe me when I tell you I found the other half of the body."

Stiles and I looked at each other and than back at him. "Are you kidding me?" Stiles and I asked at the same time.

"I wish I was. I'm gonna have nightmares for weeks." Scott said the last part more to himself.

"That is so awesome." Stiles began to say. I checked out of the conversation when I saw Lydia's car pull up. She began to walk out way. "This is seriously going to be the best thing to happen to this town since," When Stiles saw Lydia he began to lean towards her direction. "The birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia." She didn't even blink at his hello. "You look like you're going to totally ignore me." Stiles turned to me. "Does it annoy you that you can't read her mind?"

"No, that's why we became such good friends. The only time it did annoy me was when she was sleeping with Jackson and I didn't know about it." I turned away from the boys and started to walk up the steps. As soon as I got into the school thousands of thoughts from other students began to creep into my head. 'History after lunch? I'm not gonna stay awake in that class.' 'Does my outfit look okay? I want him to notice me.' 'I definitely have to throw up when I get home. I'm getting a little chubby.' 'Oh my God, I can't believe Bree showed her face today. She has to know that everyone is going to talk about her.' I took a deep breath and walked down the hallway ignoring their thoughts. I've done it before and I can do it again, but it's harder when a lot of those thoughts were about you.

I walked into English, shortly followed by Scott and Stiles. We all sat next to each other as the teacher made up some lie about how they had a suspect in custody from the murder that night. We all began to pretend to read the syllabus he had put on our desks when the door opened and a really pretty girl walked in with our vice principal. She had long dark hair, beautiful dark brown eyes and an amazing figure. "Class," Our vice principal began. "This is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome. She gave an awkward smile at everyone and I could tell she was beyond nervous about her first day so I gave her a warm smile as she passed me and she smiled back. I could tell it helped a little because she had a little bounce in her step after that.

Class passed by slowly until the bell finally rang. Before I could hear anymore thoughts about me I walked as fast as I could to the girl's locker room to get ready for cheer practice happening the same time lacrosse practice. "Hey." Our captain Libby said as I walked to my locker right next to hers.

"Hey." I gave her an exhausted smile and began putting in my combination.

"You look like you've been through a lot today."

I turned to her. "Literally everyone is talking about my break up with Jackson. I feel like crap."

"Cheerleading will fix all of that."

I got a smile on my face. She was right. Cheerleading made me feel so happy. I didn't know if it was the work out, the cheers, the uniforms or the pom poms, but something about it made me forget about all the different thoughts coming at me twenty miles per hour and just focus on cheering.

"That actually reminds me." I turned to Libby.

"I think I have a guy for you."

"Libby," I complained. "I don't want another guy right now."

"Come on, it'll take your mind off of Jackson."

I thought about it. "What's his name?"

"Matt." Libby answered. "Your first date is going to be the party on Friday night."

"I haven't even met him yet."

"You'll love him. He's on the lacrosse team. He's a little creepy when you first meet him, but he's a great guy once you get to know him. He's also super into photography. Can I set up the date?"

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, sure."

I quickly made it out of the locker room and on to the field. I ran into Scott and Stiles. Scott was pumped and talking about how much he wanted to be first line this year. "But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Do you really want to do that to your best friend." Stiles complained.

"I can't sit out again. My entire life is on the sidelines. This season I make first line."

Stiles saw Lydia walk up with the new girl and he turned to me. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Aw," I punched him in the arm. "Look at you being all brotherly." He gave me a look like he knew I was masking my pain behind jokes. "Go," I said with a smile. "I have good feeling about today."

"Like today's the day you're gonna meet Prince Charming?"

"Maybe, you and I both know that these vibes are completely unpredictable."

He kissed my cheek and sat down on the bench as I ran to go be with the cheerleaders. We worked on a few basic cheers and figured out how to incorporate them into a game by watching them practice. Jackson moved into the line of all the star attackers, but didn't skip out of giving me a smug smile on his way to the line. I wanted to kill him, but I kept my cool and we began to practice our new pyramid.

I looked over on the field after we got Libby down from the top of the pyramid and Scott was surprisingly blocking every shot from the attackers. All the girls began to cheer for Scott. Then Jackson came up to throw the ball. "Oh no." I whispered to myself. We all watched anxiously as Jackson jumped up and gave one of the best throws I have ever seen. All of the girls huddled together as they watched the ball fly in the air which seemed to move in slow motion.

Then Scott caught the ball in the net of his stick and all the girls went crazy screaming. Libby announced what cheer we were going to do so we all stood with out hands on our hips. "Stronger than steel. Hotter than the sun. Scott McCall is number one!" Jackson looked over at us with a glare. It was my turn to give him a smug smile.

After practice the three of us made our way back into the Beacon Hills Preserves to look for Scott's inhaler which he lost last night. We approached a stream and I hopped on Stiles' back she he could carry me over it. "I don't know what it was." Scott said as I got down from his back. "It's like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. That's not the only weird thing. I can hear things I shouldn't be able to hear and I can smell things."

"Smell things?" Stiles asked confused.

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

"I don't even have mint mojito gum-" He reached down in his pockets and pulled out a green stick of gum.

I pulled his hand to mine and smelled the gum. "Mint mojito." I commented.

"So all of this started with a bite?" Stiles asked. Scott began worrying about him possibly dying because of this bite. "You know I think I've actually heard of this infection." As Stiles began to talk I got intrigued because I had no idea of the infection it could be. "It's called Lycanthropy." Stiles winked at me before Scott turned around so I knew to play along.

"What is that? Is that bad?"

"Oh yeah!" I said trying to sound convincing. "It's the worst."

"But only on the full moon." Stiles commented. I howled mocking him and Scott gave me a small punch in the shoulder. "You're the one who heard the wolf howling."

"There could be something seriously wrong with me."

"I know you're a werewolf." Stiles imitated a growl and I gave his shoulder a small pat.

"Obviously we're kidding." I said as I ducked down so a branch wouldn't hit me in the head.

"But if you see us in shop class trying to melt all of the silver we can find it's because Friday is a full moon."

Scott began to look around confused as we stopped. "I could have sworn it was right here, I found the body, the deer came running and I dropped my inhaler."

Scott began to move around the leaves. "Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles said as I got down on my knees and helped him look for it.

"If he did I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks." Stiles chuckled and then I felt him pick me up by my shoulder. There was a man wearing all black about twenty feet away from us.

Even though he was incredibly creepy I couldn't help, but notice his insane muscles, beautifully cut face and his icy blue eyes. He started walking towards us and I couldn't tell if my heart was beating so fast because I was scared or because I was excited. "What are you doing here?" He asked menacingly. We were all quiet and I bit my lip, he looked even better close up. "This is private property." The strange thing was that I couldn't read him.

"Sorry man, we didn't know." Stiles said. It was the first time I took my eyes off of him, but they found a way to travel right back. And call me crazy, but I could have sworn he couldn't take his eyes off of me either.

"We were just looking for something, but forget it." Scott said. The guy threw Scott something, it was his inhaler. I looked up at his icy blue eyes one more time before he turned around. "I've gotta get to work." Scott said getting ready to turn around.

Stiles stopped him. "Dude, that was Derek Hale."

"That was Derek Hale?!" I turned to Stiles quickly. Then turned back to where he walked off. "He was so hot."

Stiles gave me an annoyed look. "Who is Derek Hale?" Scott asked looking at both of us.

"You remember right? He's only like a few years older than us."

"Remember what?"

"His family," I answered sadly. "They all burned to death in a fire about six years ago."

"I wonder what he's doing back?" Scott asked. Stiles shrugged and began to leave, Scott shortly followed, but I stayed for a moment. Derek was already out of sight, but I couldn't stop my mind from replaying his face over and over again. There was his eyes which held sadness and now I knew why.

Stiles turned around when he noticed I wasn't following him. "Come on Bree." I took one last look at where he was standing and followed them. Derek was going to be all I could think about for a while.

When I got home I spent most of my time in my room listening to music and fantasizing about Derek Hale until I heard my dad's thoughts running at a thousand miles per minute. All he could think about was this case and I felt bad. "Hey Bree, can you tell what dad is thinking?" I heard from the room next to me. It was Stiles. He always called my power a gift and tried to talk to me through it, but I called it a curse. I got up and walked into Stiles' room. His head was at the foot of his bed and he looked up at me from his laptop. "Can you hear him?"

"He's on the phone right now talking to the coroner."

"What else is he saying?"

I closed my eyes and focused. "They sent the hairs on the body to a fiber analysis in LA." I opened my eyes and Stiles shut his laptop closed waiting on an answer. "It was wolf hair."

"What?!"

"He's coming up here!" I immediately jumped onto his bed and Stiles opened the laptop. Right when he walked in Stiles was talking like he was explaining a homework assignment to me. "Hi dad." I said looking up at him.

"Hey. What are you guys doing?"

"Homework." Stiles answered.

"Anything I can help with?"

"No, I think we've got it." I said with a warm smile.

"How about you two take a break and we all go out to eat?"

"Sounds good to me." I rolled my eyes when Stiles said that. He'd say yes to going out to eat any day.

"Great, let me go get changed."

"Okay." Stiles and I said at the same time. When he walked out Stiles turned to me. "We have to tell Scott."

"We have another joint practice tomorrow. We could tell him then."

"That's the day they choose who plays."

"He's gonna be too distracted." I said to myself.

"We can try." I nodded at Stiles.

"We can try." I repeated. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I told you we had some great sibling moments.

Joint Practice:

Stiles practically ran after Scott to tell him what he found, but Scott wasn't listening to any of it. I tried to listen in on Scott's mind, but it was silent. I didn't even get a peep out of him which was strange because even if someone was consciously thinking of absolutely nothing their brain was still thinking about breathing and everything else going on in the body.

"Are you okay?" Libby asked.

I looked up at her (she was a good three inches taller than me). "Yeah, fine."

"Good, I can't have my co-captain off of her game." I smiled at her, but truth is that I was freaking out. I could hear Libby's thoughts (she was worried about me) and Stiles' thoughts (he was wondering how Jackson could score that great). I could even hear Jackson's thoughts (totally zoned in on the game), but not Scott's. Why?

When we all got out of practice Stiles and I made a quick stop to the library to get old books and sped home to find out as much information we could about everything werewolf. We were getting caught up in it and by the slightest knock on the door we jumped. Stiles went to answer it and it was Scott. "Get in." Stiles said. "We've been up all night reading websites, books, all of this stuff."

"How much adderall have you had today?" Scott asked as a joke.

"A lot, I even took some." I said seriously. "That's not important though."

"Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott asked as he sat down on Stiles' bed.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale." Stiles said trying to get rid of the pointless conversation.

"The guy we saw in the woods the other day?"

"Yeah, not important." Stiles said. "Remember that joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore." Scott looked confused. "The wolf, the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?" He turned to Scott ready to answer.

"Should I?"

"It's a signal." I said and Stiles look a little upset that I beat him to it. "When a wolf is alone it howls to signal it's location to the rest of the pack."

"So if you heard a wolf howling," Stiles continued. "Maybe there could be more near by. Maybe even a whole pack of them."

"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott asked impressed.

"No," Stiles and I looked at each other. We both knew this was going to be the hard part. "Werewolves."

Scott sat their quiet and we actually thought he might believe us for a second. "Are you two seriously wasting my time with this?" He got up. "You know I'm picking up Allison in like an hour."

"We saw you on the field today Scott." I said getting up. "What you did wasn't just amazing, it was impossible."

Stiles completely took over. He pointed out everything that was fixed with Scott and I knew Scott didn't want to hear it even if I couldn't read his mind anymore. "We'll talk about this tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?! We can't, the full moon is tonight. Don't you get it?" Scott was getting angry and I tried to pull Stiles back, but he wasn't having it.

"Everything in my life is somehow perfect! Why are you trying to ruin it?!"

"I'm trying to help." Stiles began pointing out everything that could make him change and pulled out Scott's phone to cancel his date with Allison.

Scott tried to pull the phone out of his hand and eventually pushed Stiles up to the wall. "Scott!" I screamed at him. He pushed Stiles' computer chair at me and my eyes were wide with fear and my body frozen. That was the first time Scott tried to actually hit the both of us.

"I'm sorry." Scott looked shocked at himself. "I've got to go get ready for the party." He picked up his stuff and walked out. When he was gone I ran to Stiles and we hugged each other. When we let go he picked up his computer chair revealing three claw marks on the back. Stiles and I looked at each other worried. This was going to be a long night.

After everything Stiles decided that we both needed to go to the party to keep an eye on Scott. I smoothed out my strapless, lace pink dress after I put in the last bobby pin to hold in my braid. I looked into tall mirror and my dad had appeared in it, not standing in my door way. "This kid does know that you're the sheriff's daughter right?"

"And you do know that this is my first date since Jackson, and if you mess it up I'm not going to talk to you for a week."

He chuckled and moved behind me. "You look-"

"Beautiful? Ravishing?" I said trying to sound full of myself.

"Like your mother."

I looked at him in the mirror sympathetically. Then back at myself. "Really?"

He kissed my shoulder. "Especially while you're wearing her necklace." I stared at the diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds; it was very Marilyn Monroe and very much my mother. The doorbell rang and I jumped a little. "That must be him." My dad looked at me. "Are you nervous?"

"I wasn't until I heard the doorbell." We both walked down the stairs and I hugged my dad. I had no idea what was going to happen tonight. Scott could go after Allison, he could kill everyone or kill Stiles and I for trying to hold him back. This could be the last time I could see my dad. "I love you."

"I love you too doll." When we pulled away he looked at me like I was strange. Something he always did to Stiles and I. "Be safe okay?"

I nodded and walked out the door. Stiles was already gone and Matt was standing on my front porch. I closed the door and Matt studied me. "Wow, you look amazing." He put out his arm for him to escort me to his car. Tonight was going to be an interesting night.

When we got to the party Matt didn't want to be in the backyard to dance with me. He was afraid of being thrown in a pool or something. So we stayed inside, talking and drinking. Stiles didn't want to be around us because he didn't like Matt. I didn't know if it was a big brother thing, but Stiles just didn't like Matt, but I liked Matt.

At sometime during the night Scott approached the two of us with his hand on his head and he looked like he was having problems. "Scott, are you okay?" I tried to look at him, but he pushed me out of the way and headed upstairs.

"Is your friend drunk already?"

"I don't know." I looked at Matt. "I'm so sorry to do this, but I need to check on him. I'll only be gone for a little bit." I promised him. I kissed him on the cheek and he smiled.

I found where Stiles was and we got outside just to see his car turn down the road. And for Allison to get into Derek's car. Bitch. I thought to myself. Derek obviously wasn't out of my system. "We have to go after him."

"What? What about Matt?" Matt obviously wasn't either.

"Bigger matters at hand Bree." I gave him a complaining groan and hopped into the Jeep. We drove to Scott's house and thank God he was too delusional to lock the door behind him. When we knocked on his bedroom door there was a weak voice telling us to go away. "Scott, it's us!"

He opened the door a little bit so Stiles and I tried to push it all the way open, but he was too strong for us. "Let us in Scott, we can help!" I yelled.

"No, you've got to find Allison."

"She's okay, I saw her get a ride from the party." Stiles said still trying to push the door in.

"I think I know who it is." Scott groaned. We still tried to push the door open, no use. "It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one who bit me. He's the one who killed the girl in the woods."

No. It couldn't be Derek. Although I didn't want to believe it, it all made sense. "Scott," Stiles began. "Derek is the one who gave Allison a ride from the party." Scott angrily closed the door and it wouldn't budge no matter how hard we tried to push it open. When we finally got it open Scott was already gone out of the window. "What do we do?" Stiles asked turning to me.

"How am I supposed to know?"

"You're the oldest!"

"By like five minutes!" I took a deep breath. "Okay, we should go to Allison's house and see if she's okay. If she's okay then Scott will have nothing to worry about."

"That's a great idea."

"I came up with it, of course it's a great idea now go." I shoved him out of the room and we hurried out of the house down to the Jeep.

We sped down the street (it was a miracle there were no cops out tonight) and right to Allison's house. We ran to the front door and Stiles began banging on it aggressively. On a normal circumstance I would have told him not to make us sound like murderers, but I was beyond anxious to know if Allison was okay or not. A woman with red hair answered the door, she had to be Allison's mother and I knew how freaked out she was because of our insane knocking. "Hello, Mrs. Argent." Stiles started. "You have no idea who I am. We're a friend of your daughters. This is going to sound crazy. Really crazy actually."

I had no idea what Stiles was planning to tell her, but it better be good. "Allison!" she called as she turned to the stairs. "It's for you."

Allison came out onto the stairs and she was perfectly okay. Stiles and I could bearly believe it and we looked like totally idiots not standing at the door. She walked down the stairs as Mrs. Argent walked away. "Bree, Stiles, what's up?" She gave us a warm smile.

"We just wanted to tell you that Scott left you at the party because he got sick." I said. "He really likes you and he's one of my best friends so I don't want you to hate him because of something that wasn't his fault."

Allison looked shocked. "Is he okay now?"

"He probably won't be okay until tomorrow. So please promise me you'll at least talk to him on Monday at school."

She smiled. "I can do that."

"Thanks."

"Scott is really lucky to have friends like you."

"Oh my God Allison, you don't even know." Stiles said as he leaned against the doorway. She laughed and said goodbye to us.

When the door closed Stiles and I leaned up against the door breathing hard. "Team Stilinski, three hundred forty five thousand seven hundred eighty nine, the world, zero."

He gave me a high five and we walked back to the Jeep with our arms wrapped around each other.

We spent the rest of the night driving up and down the road by the preserves looking for Scott. At around five in the morning we found him walking on the side of the road so we pulled over to pick him up. "You know what worries me the most." Scott said after we told him everything that had happened.

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." Stiles said in an angry voice.

"She probably hates me now."

I groaned from the back seat. "I doubt that, but you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology."

"Or you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness that you you're a freaking werewolf." I rolled my eyes at Stiles and Scott looked at him upset.

"Okay," I said. "We'll get through this." I rubbed his shoulder. "If we have to we'll chain you up on full moon nights ourselves and feed you live mice."

"She's right. We had a boa once, we could do it." Scott chuckled at us and we all had a nice little moment, letting us know that we were in this together.

At school on Monday the first thing I did was find Matt. He was walking down the English hallway on the first floor. "Matt!" He turned around and smiled at me. "Hi."

"Hey. You know I took this girl to a party on Friday night and she told me she would be right back to help a friend, but she never came back."

"I know." I breathed. "Scott was just going through a lot and I had to help him. He's been my best friend since the third grade and-"

"Bree," I immediately stopped. I knew I had been talking really fast. "Has anybody ever told you that you talk way too much."

I smiled. "Just everyone I've ever met."

"It's okay that you left to help your friend. We've only been on half a date. I don't expect you to drop all of your friends and responsibilities for me."

"So you're not mad?"

"I'm sure you had an excellent reason, but I think we need a do over date."

"Definitely."

"How about after the first game?"

"That sounds amazing."