Allison is so perfect, Allison is so beautiful, Allison has gorgeous hair, Allison has an infectious laugh, Allison Allison Allison. What about me? What about STILES? Aren't I important at all? I am his best friend after all.

Now the only thought on his mind is stupid Allison. I shouldn't hate her so much though, she was after all a nice girl and increasingly beautiful, but even someone as wonderful as her can get annoying if you have to hear about her a thousand times a day. But if I wanted to be a good best friend I had to shut up.

The bell rang, waking me up from a pretty good sleep, also a real kick ass dream. Then again History class was good for giving me most of my kick ass dreams. I got up from my seat, shoving my backpack on as quickly as possible, hoping I could get out before the teacher could realize I'd been asleep the whole entire class period. Once I got to my locker and got it opened up, a familiar face arrived. Whenever I left class he was never too far behind. It was entirely too creepy how he did that, but I never really paid too much attention to it.

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"You know Scott, if you're stalking me, it'd be nice to get a warning." Scott shook his head at the comment, like he did at all my little comments here lately. "Ignoring that, hi dude." Scott smiled blissfully unaware of any of my feelings. But if he had known them, he probably wouldn't be my friend after learning them.

"Hi" I said with bit of grunt, not even bothering to be nice about anything. Scott looked at me sorta shocked. "Dude, you alright there? You seem a little tense." I shoved the last of my books into my locker angrily and slung my backpack back onto my shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine, just great." I started to walk off, and before he decided he wanted to walk with me, I muttered angrily, "Not that anyone would really care." Thankfully he didn't catch it. When he did catch back up to me he ignored the fact that I was upset and droned on about Allison.

Well isn't this gonna be a wonderful day?

The day ended, thank god. Finally, I could just drive home and drown my sorrows with the new six pack of beer my dad had bought just last night. With any hope he'd be gone by the time I got home. With a highlight to the end of the day, Scott decided he'd be better riding with Allison. That way I could just drive home in peace. He had said, "I'm gonna ride with Allison, I'm sure you don't mind driving home by yourself, right?" As much as I wanted to just scream at him at that moment in time, I held my breath and just smiled blankly, nodding in reply.

One would think there would be an underlying reason for my blatant jealousy of Allison, my hating Scott for just even speaking a syllable of her name, and my noticing his every expression every time he moved or spoke. Some would say, I was jealous of him having a girlfriend, some others would say I haven't spent any time with my best friend since he got with Allison, and a few would say I was jealous of Allison for being with him, because I "secretly" loved him. Which was completely insane, all of the answers really. I just get severely annoyed how she is all he can talk about.

But was I secretly in love with him? His eyes are intoxicating to look at, but they also make him a little adorable when he smiles. His smile, could capture a thousand hearts in a millisecond, his body was chiseled to perfection, with the most gorgeous tan. The only thing off was his jawline, I always wondered what had to happen to have a jaw like that.

His personality though differed a bit from his looks. He is way too nice of a person for his own good, His brave-like nature conflicted horribly with his brain, and the way he could from calm to a love sick puppy was apalling. Somedays, I wish he'd be a love sick puppy for me.

WAIT. WHAT?

Did I seriously just think that about him? I can't think this about my friend, I mean he's my friend for fucks sake. MY FRIEND, AND THAT'S HOW IT WILL ALWAYS BE TO THE END OF TIME. I'd like to be with him till the end of time, have him kiss me like the world was ending, to feel his body pressed up against me. Oh fuck, I am in love with him.. Well there goes my dad's hopes for having grandkids who make better decisions than I do. I really am an idiot, but hiding all this isn't gonna help my brain comprehend all of these stupid thoughts. With a stroke of luck though, my house was on the horizon, and my dad's car was nowhere to be seen.

I threw my backpack down on the floor, and raced to the fridge. I searched and found the six pack almost instantly. I grabbed three cans, sat them down on the coffee table, and plopped myself down on the couch. I reached for a can, and once I opened it the beer fizzled out. I took a long sip of it, and it surged through my body to wash away every thought that troubled me. All the thoughts about Scott being a gorgeous fucker, all the thoughts about me wanting Scott for my own, and all the thoughts that made me hate Scott with every fiber of my being

"Bottoms up, Stiles old buddy." I said to myself as I took another long sip of the beer. "Now nothing can plague me any further."

Hopefully the people that read this enjoy it! I plan on updating as much as possible, and actually sticking with this fic. Reviews are welcomed! Sorry this is short, I promise to make the next chapters longer, and much better.