Chapter2
"Do you remember what we were talking about in your car this morning?" I asked Stiles, avoiding his eyes.
"Yeah. Scott was talking about Derek showing up at his house."
I rolled my eyes. "No, before he got in the car. Like right before."
Stiles thought for a moment and, somehow, remembered. "You said maybe."
I turned to look at him and fell into his warm, brown eyes. "You remembered that from this morning?"
He nodded. "Of course I do."
I shut my locker softly. I hated to admit to him so early that I'd give him a second chance. "I still think it's a little too early, Stiles."
He moved closer to me and took my free hand. "I know I messed up, Soph. But I want you to give me a second chance, please."
I didn't pull away though my broken heart was screaming for me to walk away. I didn't know what to say.
"Please." He whispered softly.
I dropped his hand and hugged him before he could get to upset. I hid my face in his shoulder to hide my tears. I couldn't tell him that everything was fine between us. Because it wasn't, at least not to me. He cheated on me. I didn't forgive people that easily. "I'm sorry, Stiles. It's just... too early."
"But you'll give me another chance?"
I sniffed and took his hand again. "I guess so."
He smiled a little, wiping my tears away with his fingers.
I pressed my forehead to his chest and sighed. "Why did you do it?"
"Do what?" He asked, stroking my hair.
"You cheated on me with Bethany." I mumbled, more tears falling down my cheeks silently.
He pushed me back so he could look into my eyes. "I didn't, Soph. She wanted em to, I swear, but I didn't. Ask Scott, I'd never cheat on you."
"He's your friend. He has to say that."
He wiped my cheeks again and kissed me softly.
I cringed and hid my face back in his chest. It felt so different now. I don't know why. I just wasn't used to it. It scared me that in such a short amount of time, we became so foreign to each other. "Stiles? Will you walk me to class?"
He smiled. "I'd love to."
Drawing in my English notebook was the only thing that occupied me at the moment. The students around my whispered to each other loudly, not caring that the teacher could easily hear them. Once in a while, a kid would look back at me.
I tried ignoring it but by the fifth kid, I'd had enough. What the hell was so interesting about me?
"Did you hear that Stiles broke up with her?" One kid asked. In all honesty, I didn't even know him. And we had English for over a semester now. Pathetic, I know.
"No, she broke up with him cause he had sex with Jesse Hamilton." A girl whispered.
I gritted my teeth and nearly snapped the pen in my fingers. I had had enough. "Nothing happened between Stiles and I, okay? Just drop it."
The teacher looked up from his desk and sighed. "Sophia."
I practically threw my pen at my desk as I walked to the front of the room. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
The teacher nodded. "One more outburst and I'll be sending you the principle's office, understood?"
I nodded and held in the urge to roll my eyes. What the hell?
