It's been a month since Lydia and I had our little chat about me liking Stiles. Since then, I've met the entire gang, and I've been accepted. I also found out all about the couples.

First, there's Lydia and Jackson, who make the cutest couple in my opinion. He kisses her every time he sees her, and tells her she's beautiful.

Then, there's Allison and Scott. Allison has become one of my best friends since arriving. I've been to her house more times than I can count in the last month. Scott and Allison's relation is for some reason, secret.

Then there's me and Stiles. The awkward two that are single. Allison knows that I like him, and so does Lydia. They spend every single second, when they're not with their boyfriends, trying to get me and Stiles together. It's sweet, but creepy.

I throw my black school t-shirt on the ground, and pick up the white school one. Its team spirit day at school, thanks to the lacrosse game that we're playing against Freeman High. They're hard, as far as I can tell, but I've only been here a month.

I find the pair of orange skinny jeans lying neatly folded on the chair in the corner of my room, and slip them over my bare legs. I straighten my hair and then pull it up into a neat ponytail. Allison agreed to pick me up today. My dad agreed to let me stay the night over at Allison's. It is, after all, a Friday, and I don't have work tonight.

I throw one of my brand new school sweatshirts on, and find my bag of paint in the back of my closet. Back whenever it was cool to paint the school's colors on your face, I bought all of this paint. This school, does the exact same thing. Ali, me and Lydia all agreed with the boys that we would paint our faces.

I paint a little B on one cheek and an H on the other one in white and orange paint. I outline them with black. I grab my black Sharpie and write go Beacon High on my wrist, where no one can see it.

I take the phone off of the charger and send a quick picture of my face to Stiles.

Is this enough school spirit? – Ellie

After I hit send, I walk downstairs, and grab a pop tart. Dad's already gone, so I have to lock up. I lock all the doors; grab my messenger bag, my pop tart, and an iced tea. I sit on the swing and wait for Allison.

As her car pulls up, I take my seat in the front seat. She turns the radio down, and grins at me, "So…Ellie."

I look at her and sigh and mentally groan, "What did you do, Allison?"

She squeals as she pushed back a strand of her black hair, which she's, died orange and white strips through for the game. Her face is painted perfectly with half of it orange and half of it white. She looks amazing. "So, you know how we're all going to see that new horror film festival tonight, after the game at the drive-in?" she asks. She begins driving towards the school.

"Yeah."

"Well…I asked Scott to talk to Stiles and ask him who he was taking."

"We all have to take someone?"

Allison giggles, "He said, and I quote," she giggles, and pushes her sunglasses on top of her head, "'Nobody, but I was gonna ask Ellie if she wanted to go with me!'"

And suddenly, me and Allison are both squealing with giddiness. "He said that?"

"He said that!"

"Okay, anymore details, my sexiest bestest friend?"

Allison grins, "He's definitely doing it today. I had Scott convince him to!"

I smile goofily, "I freaking love you!"

We find our way to the school, and I leave my backpack and sleeping over bag in the back of her car. "I cannot wait until tonight!"

"I can't wait until today!" she smiles. "We have the entire day to do spirit things, which means no classes!"

It's true. Our classes were officially cut for today because they needed extra lacrosse practice, and the teachers just decided that we could just do spirit activities, like design posters and stuff. It's practically mandatory to go to all lacrosse games.

The people that don't are probably skipping today.

I give Allison a quick hug, and make my way upstairs. I find my seat in homeroom, and see the seat next to it is empty. It's early though, for Stiles at least. Everyone files in, and eventually, Stiles does too.

He sets his phone on the desk and looks over at me. "Hey, Ell."

I smile, "Hey."

"I can't believe today's the big game!"

I grin, "Me neither."

I've been here a whole month, and I already know everything there is to know about lacrosse. I know who the best players are, who just so happen to be my favorite boys – Stiles, Scott, and Jackson.

I sigh and look ahead. Mr. Harris is writing something on the chalkboard, while everyone else is texting or doing something. Everyone has their team spirit going on.

"So, Ellie…"

I look up, and see Stiles clamping his hands down on the edge of the table. He looks nervous.

"Yeah?"

Stiles sighs, his breath coming out shaky and uneven, "I've been meaning to ask you…this for a while." Stiles sighs, "God, I have no clue why this is so hard," he looks up at me, and sets his hand on my leg. My entire body goes into shock, "But…well, Ellie…would you…like to be my date for tonight?"

"I'd love to!" I squeal. And suddenly, my arms are slung around Stiles' neck, and I'm sitting on his lap, my chest pressed against his chest.

We win the game. It's a big win too, with them scoring a whopping score of zero.

All of us take different cars to meet up at the drive-ins. There are five movies, and the movies start around six thirty. The game ends around five thirty, leaving us with half an hour to pick up snacks and let us get changed into our pajamas. The guys end up taking the same car, and Lydia comes with me and Allison.

"I can't believe he finally asked you!" Lydia squeals.

I smile. We've all changed into our boxer shorts and camisoles, and washed the paint off our faces, and taken off all of the makeup and scum. We look beautiful natural. I pull my long blond hair into a messy bun, and then grab one of Allison's blankets from her closet. We all got pillows and blankets.

I check my phone's clock. "It's six o' five."

Allison looks at her watch, "Yeah. We gotta go."

We lock up Allison's house, because her parents are on some weird business trip, and her grandfather is already out like a light. Me and Lydia manage to both squeeze onto the front seat, me sitting on her lap.

Once at the theater, we see the boys already setting up the back of Scott and Jackson's pickup trucks. They've laid blankets and such out. And then there's another pickup truck. Stiles is sitting on the edge of the bed.

I walk over and giggle, "Where'd you get a pickup truck?"

He grins, "I know a guy." He smiles, and takes my hand. He helps me get into the bed.

"Of course you do." I take his hand and lay the pillow down. I lay against it, propping my head up, so I can see the screen.

He lies next to me, and looks at my face. "You look beautiful with no makeup on, Ellie." He whispers.

I blush, and I have no idea why. "I don't." I whisper.

"How come girls always say that? That they aren't beautiful? They know that they are."

I shrug, "Because it's hard to believe something anyone says, especially a teenage boy, who is sex crazy and wants to get laid. Usually, if a guy's just telling a girl that she's beautiful, he wants to get laid."

Stiles begins to uncontrollably laugh. "Yeah, cause all guys are pigs!"

"Some guys are." I sigh.

Stiles rolls his eyes, and sits up, "I'm not. I'm a freaking virgin, okay? But I know for sure, you aren't."

My jaw drops, and suddenly, tears are rolling down my face. "You know nothing about me, Stillinski." I cry, "Nothing."

I grab the pillow, wiping my face with the back of my hand and walking out in front of all of the beds. Scott and Allison are kissing each other, and Lydia and Jackson are talking sweetly to one another, him holding her in his arms.

"Allison!" I yell. "I'm taking your car. I'm going to go home. I'm obviously not wanted here anyways."

And with that, I take the car keys from her purse and take her car, driving with tears streaming down my face.

It's all too good to be true. All of it.

Love.

a/n: aww… so… I have no idea what their school colors are. Okay… one more chapter left. This is just a three-shot ! Cause I got other crap that I should be updating. But … uggh ! so hard being stupid and full of ideas !