I back out of the parking lot and with the intention of driving back home, I naturally drive anywhere but. I kill the engine at the school, leaning back in my seat.
"I need a job," I sigh, rubbing my temple. I badly need something to do, so I don't creep on underage kids – like I'm doing right now.
I shake my head, trying to remember if I kept that CV I wrote for a summer job two years ago.
I jolt out of my own world when a car stops next to me, and I see Stiles climb out of it. Looking through the window I recognise Derek Hale.
"Holy shit," I whisper, starting the engine again – though that just catches his attention of course.
Our eyes meet, and I give him a small smile.
"We seem to run into each other a lot today," I joke, but his face stays emotionless. I press my lips tight together, taking a deep breath as I change the gear. Quickly I back out of the parking lot and, flooring the engine more gas, I race onto the road.
I press my eyes shut for a short moment.
AWKWARD.
On the way back home, I hit myself on the forehead in frustration.
Arriving, I kill the engine and scurry inside, falling face-first onto my bed.
I have never had much luck with blokes, but this was a low point even for me. I just… Seriously? Talk about making a complete idiot of yourself!
Turning over to my back, I cover my face in my hands and groan.
The front door opens, and I sit upright. "Hello?" I call out, knowing fully well Stiles' at school.
"Hello?" I call again, opening the door to my room. I step outside and close it behind me, walking toward the stairs.
"Uncle?" I try. Maybe he's home early?
I reach the bottom of the stairs, and, realising the front door is still open, I close it.
I look around, but there's no sign of anyone having been here. Sighing, I lock the door and enter the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee.
"I'm home!"
I ignore Stiles' extremely loud remark and continue to look through twitter on my phone, while some silly reality show plays on the TV.
"Fun at school?" I ask as he sits down beside me.
He stares at me as if I'm loopy, and I roll my eyes.
"School can be fun, you know."
"Hardly," he scoffs, covering his face with his arm.
I shrug, not really interested in Stiles' bad attitude.
I jerk awake as the doorbell rings, looking around frantically. "Stiles?"
"I'll get it!" he calls back, and I slump back onto the sofa.
"What are you doing here?" I hear Stiles groan, and peek over the top of the sofa. In the doorway stands the exact same, extremely handsome bloke from the forest, and the café, and the school parking lot.
I press my lips together in annoyance. I'm wearing sweatpants and an oversized, knitted jumper for fuck's sake! Oh, and no make up. Poor guy is meeting me for the third time, all without make up. He must think he's cursed or something.
He cocks his head slightly to the side, eyeing Stiles. "We need to talk."
"He's got homework," I blurt, immediately wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I had to open my stupid mouth, and now he's looking at me. Fuck.
"This is more important than homework," he answers bluntly, his tone slightly hostile just as the last time we 'talked'.
I get off the sofa and walk to stand beside Stiles, my arms crossed over my chest.
I shrug, "too bad. He has homework, and because his father spends a lot of time at work these day, he's my responsibility."
I can feel Stiles staring at me, and in the corner of my eye I see him gaping slightly. It's sort of funny, actually.
I don't think a lot of people reject this guy, because he looks quite surprised and taken aback.
"Now go and run along, handsome," I smile and pat his cheek, before closing the door in his face.
"I officially love you," chuckles Stiles, and I just give him a faint smile. As he jogs up the stairs, I lean my back against the door, wanting the ground to open up and just swallow me whole.
I just embarrassed myself on a major scale, and this is a small town. I will have to see him again.
Oh God, I'm so screwed…
