Dear Diary,
'All I wanted was some normal, was that too much to ask? After nearly dying again and being retraumatized, I now can no longer sleep. I have read and re-read all the books in the house already, remind me to go to the library after my tutoring session with Kyle later. Stiles caught me in the hallway this morning and filled me in on how Allison, the nice girl who had tried to help Erica at the rock wall. was now ape-shit crazy and trying to kill people with her hunter family?! Matt is no longer the Kanima's master seeing as how his body was found in the river shortly after the Sheriff's station incident last night, so now we just have a free-range Kanima on the loose? Yay! Matt's death did however lead to the Sheriff getting his job back so... Stiles also thanked me for trying to keep his father safe and not telling him about everything that's REALLY going on. I did urge him to tell him himself before something else like this happens again.'
Jesse put away her journal before her teacher saw and continued to pretend to pay attention in class until the bell rang dismissing them to their next class. On her way to her locker Jesse spotted Erica at her locker shoving something inside before looking around and walking away quickly.
"Erica!?" Jesse tried calling out to her as she attempted to push through the masses to get to her friend with no such luck. She hadn't seen or spoken to her friend in days, she had heard about 'the runaways' and tried to keep up to date on the rumors but information on her friend was scarce. When she got to her locker she eagerly opened it to find a note stuffed inside. Jess shoved it inside her pocket and took it with her to her next class, which they used to have together. Jesse wanted to read the note asap but decided to wait until she was in a place where she could be alone.
Jesse paid no attention at all to the class due to the pressing matter she could feel in her jeans back pocket. As soon as class was over she went to the library for her tutoring session with Kyle, who could hopefully catch her up on the government class she had just seemingly zoned out of. After 15 minutes of struggling through a worksheet Kyle leaned back in his chair and looked at her.
"Did you pay attention at all in class today?" he asked her only half kidding. Jesse was one of his 'easy' tutoring sessions he didn't mind helping, but today something was off. Jesse shrugged and blushed a bit not making eye contact.
"Sorry, I've had other things on my mind" she told him honestly. Kyle kept his gaze on her, waiting for her to continue talking. She rolled her eyes and continued half honestly "I'm just still kindof freaked out over the whole Sheriff station thing from last night" which she was, but she was more concerned about the supernatural goings-on than that. Kyle's brows rose in shock and leaned forward to speak quieter
"You were there? I heard the place got shot up like something out of a movie?" he asked in concern and curiosity. Jesse nodded her head finally looking up at him. Kyle didn't know what to say so he gave her a half smile and leaned back in his chair to stare at their unfinished worksheet. "Well, I'd say that's a good excuse as any to not focus on Gov." he joked trying to lighten her mood. Jesse couldn't help but crack a smile
"Thanks" she said honestly not really wanting to do anymore political studying. "So how's the job serach going?" she asked trying to change the subject. It was Kyle's turn to roll his eyes and look away as he hung his head off the back of his chair in exacerbated body language. "That great huh?" Jesse teased. Kyle sat up straight to look at her
"No one really wants to hire someone with no experience, but how am I going to get experience if no one will hire me?" he asked the philosophical question more aloud than to Jesse. Jesse understood his pain but couldn't really relate seeing as how she knew she always had a job with her mom's business if she wanted it. "And my girlfriend is getting on my case about not having a car to go on dates and it's just…." He cut himself off to not go into a rant in the middle of the tutoring center/library. Jesse leaned forward with a quizzical look on her face
"Well… Mr. Sanchez just passed away" she said thinking. Kyle gave her a weird look
"Ok? What does that have to do with me finding a job?" he asked almost teasing. Jesse rolled her eyes at her quizzical answer as well as his teasing nature.
"Mr. Sanchez worked for my mom, so that means there's a spot open" she told him giving him an earnest look. Kyle gave her an uneasy look not really wanting to insult the girls family business but not wanting to clean houses for a living. Jesse continued
"Yeah, my mom hires a lot of high school students and retiree's, Mr. Sanchez was an 80 year old retiree, and you wouldn't have to clean necessarily, lots of the places we do need landscaping or handyman stuff done, you could do that…" she tried reasoning. Kyle still had an uneasy look on his face but was now looking down at his hands considering it. "it wouldn't have to be a full time thing, you could just do it for a month or two to get experience and then get another job" she pointed out. Kyle was quiet for a few moments before leaning forward to ask quietly
"So I'd be like a handyman?" he asked still trying to convince himself. Jesse smiled knowing that she basically had him.
"Yes, still mucho macho" she told him with a soft giggle. Kyle smiled at her and ran a hand through his hair.
"Ok… can you like put in a good word for me before I apply?" Jesse rolled her eyes.
"Of course, our last handyman just 'left' so my mom will be happy with the quick replacement" she told him. Kyle thanked her before writing down his email and phone number to give to her mother before leaving to get ready for the championship lacrosse game.
Jesse was packing up her things when she phone went off. She quickly answered it to get rid of the loud noise while inside the library. She grabbed her bag and keys and rushed out of the large room while answering the call.
"Hello?" Jesse answered.
"Hey Jesse, it's John" said the Sheriff. Jesse smiled
"Hi John, what's up?" she asked, wondering why he was calling her before she even got to his house.
"I was thinking that tonight you could have the night off after last night" Jesse's smile grew wider
"Really? Thanks!" she said thinking of all the things she could be do now that she had free time.
"Of course, were you thinking of going to the game?" he asked in polite conversation. Jesse bit her lip in thought, she hadn't been to one all season and new that she should be there to support Stiles and Scott since they saved her life last night. She also needed to go out more according to Ms. Morrell.
"Why not" she answered feeling a lightness in her step as she walked back to her locker to put her government books away.
"alright, I'll see you there kiddo" he told her before hanging up. Jesse smiled and put her phone in her pocket where she once again felt the note from Erica poking at her. She looked around the empty hallway before leaning back against the lockers and sliding down it to sit on the ground. She carefully opened the note to see the handwriting she didn't realize she had missed until now.
Dear Diary,
'Erica explained everything, why she took the bite, why she followed Derek, why she wanted to be stronger. They then told me why she left me behind, it was to keep me safe after realizing how dangerous it all was. She said she was sorry… I don't know if I should be angry or forgive her at this point. I was always there for this girl through her panic attacks and seizures, and the one time I needed her she bailed… Erica then told me that she was sorry for bringing me into all of this, and told me that she wanted to find another pack besides' Derek's. She was bailing again… Erica was planning to leave tonight after the game with Boyd, they had heard of a new pack in the area and wanted to join them. I'm so pissed at her for giving up so easily. I am going to have so many trust issues after this… but she says there's another pack? This can't be good.
Jesse put the note away back in her locker when Abby ran into her and invited her to go to the game with her. Jesse was excited to be going with someone other than the Sheriff, nothing against him but she needed friends. The two girls agreed to take turns taking pictures with Abby's camera of the sports team, it wasn't their passion but at their last photography club meeting their 'homework' was to work on capturing movement. While their home team was warming up, each girl got a few good shots of their lacrosse sticks lying on the ground while the players were running. Abby took a few of them huddled together with their jersey numbers showing.
"These aren't that bad Jess, we could give these to yearbook?" Abby told her with a cocked eyebrow. Jesse scrunched up her nose at the idea but Abby persisted… relentlessly and annoyingly.
"Fine, if Beacon Hills wins this game we can give these pictures to the yearbook people" Jesse bargained after Abby's constant begging. Abby did a small victory dance in her seat before the game started.
"Don't get too excited Abby, what if they don't like our stuff?" Jesse reasoned, "Then we'll just be the losers who can't win at photography contests or get into the yearbook" Jesse said trying to humble her friend. Abby rolled her eyes
"So negative, Jess we are awesome photographers. I saw your underwater picture and it was amazing… this will work. Then our names will be listed in yearbook and it will be added out our experience credits when applying to colleges" Abby reasoned with her. Jesse hadn't thought of it that way, Jesse hadn't even thought about college for what or where she wanted to go. Lately it hadn't seemed important or necessary will everything that had happened. Jesse glanced down the bleachers to a familiar set of wide shoulders. The Sheriff was seated with Melissa a few rows below the two girls and Jesse made it a point to wave to him when he looked up.
"If you say so Abb's" Jesse said while waiting for the game to start. She watched the players huddle around coach before heading out to the field to start the game, she looked to the bench to see Scott and Stiles talking to each other looking serious. Jesse sighed and hoped that nothing 'sobrenatural' was about to happen at this public event, otherwise she would never leave her room again. Suddenly, Abby was hitting her arm and pointing out at the field
"Is that Stilinski?" she asked knowing that Jesse knew him. Jesse looked out at the field and saw number 24 spastically running out to stand on the field… no way.
"Yeah, it is. Holy shit, Stiles is going to play" she said screwing her brows together in concern.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Abby asked wondering why Jesse wasn't being supportive of her friend.
"Not really…" Jesse replied through nervous chuckles "Stiles isn't that good" she informed her friend honestly. Suddenly she saw the Sheriff stand up
"My Son Is On The Field!" he cried out like a proud Papa. Jesse smiled at him as he embarrassingly sat back down next to Melissa and Lydia, whom had just joined them.
"Well... I haven't seen him play all season so maybe he's improved?" Jesse hoped for Stiles' sake.
"So your saying that we're basically never going to get our pictures into the yearbook?" Abby asked taking in their negative situation. Jesse opened her mouth but no reply came out as she shrugged and continued to watch.
Jesse asked for the camera so she could get 'photographic evidence' of Stiles actually playing. Through her lens, she could see Scott was sitting on the bench looking out at the field nervously biting his thumb which made Jesse curious. She then swept across the field using the camera so see Jackson of all people was playing, sure he was the captain but he was also a murdering lizard-beast who no longer had a master. Something was happening, Scott should be out there keeping Jackson in check but was being benched.
Jesse quickly told Abby an excuse of wanting to get some better shots up close before getting up and walking down the bleachers towards the field. Jesse took of few shots of the game as well as the crowd and student section of bleachers before working her way over to Coach.
"Hey Coach" she said standing next to him with her camera. The older man looked over and down at her before looking back at the game
"What do you want Vital? Break my heart again?" he asked reminding her about how she quit the swim team right before championships. Jesse sighed and tried again
"Just wondering why your letting this team down as well?" she asked as casually as possible while also digging at him for letting the swim team lose, again.
"I don't need this from you right now Vital" Coach said walking away. Jesse rolled her eyes before walking after him
"Why won't you play McCall? He is your co-captain, and one of your best players I hear?" she asked cutting to the chase.
"It's not up to me, He's failing three classes, academic come first Vital" he told her before barking out at the players to run faster or something. Jesse looked over at the bench to see Scott looking at her in curiosity. Sure, she hadn't spoken to him at all since she had found everything out at the pool; and sure, she was still scared of his wolf-like tendencies. But, she knew he was still just a freaked out high school kid afraid to lose everyone, just like her. She could help with this.
"Coach…" she called out to him "you're dying out there, what if I promise to tutor Scott in all of his classes until his grades improved… would you play him tonight?" she offered. The coach stopped watching the game for a moment to look down at her.
"That's a real kind offer Vital, but I can't… school policy and what not" coach told her before walking away again. Jesse looked over at Scott once again to see him giving her a half grin and thankful shrug. Did he just hear all that?! Right! Werewolf… improved senses of hearing and smell and what not. Jesse shrugged back
"I tried, sorry Scott" She said in a low voice knowing he heard her. Scott nodded to her before a person also clad in Lacrosse gear and jersey sat down next to him causing him to turn around. It was Isaac, why is he here? Didn't he leave with Boyd and Erica?... so if he's here ready to help Scott fight whatever is happening with the Kanima and Alllison's crazy hunter family, maybe Erica had a change of heart as well?! Isaac ran out to the field and Jesse began searching the stands for the tall stature of Boyd or the blonde hair of Erica.
Her search proved fruitless as she looked back to the field having not found her friend only to be met with a bone crushing sound of players hitting each other and then the ground. What was different about it though was that it was Isaac hitting his own teammates. Isaac tore through them like he was a mower and they were dead grass. All the extra bench players were out and a few were carried off the field before Isaac himself was taken out by an eerily calm Jackson; before the coach angrily walked over to her
"You promise to get his grades up?!" he asked her. Jesse looked behind the coach at Scott who nodded vigorously at her. Jesse looked back at coach and nodded herself, unsure of what was happening. Coach turned around and faced Scott.
"Alright, McCall get out there!" he said and handed Scott his helmet. Isaac made it so Scott could get out there and keep Jackson from murdering anyone. Melissa ran out there to talk to Scott before he headed out, Scott seemed to have a new sense of purpose in his stature as he walked out onto the field. Melissa came back and walked with Jesse back to the stands.
"Are you really going to tutor my son?" she asked incredulously while smiling. Jesse shrugged and smiled back. Melissa nodded at her before taking her seat by the Sheriff while Jesse continued up the bleachers to sit back by Abby.
"Get any good shots?" Abby asked not taking her eye off the game.
"Yup, and coach is still pissed at me for quitting the swim team" Jesse said sitting back down. Abby nudged her reassuringly and in solidarity before returning her attention to the game. Stiles kept fumbling the ball but Jesse was still more at ease with Scott out there. She was thankful for Isaac but it just got her thinking about Erica leaving, she was bailing, and she decided to tell her in a few shortly scribbled lines of notebook paper? She owed her more than that.
The Beacon Hills Cyclones were getting massacred. Jesse couldn't watch for longer than a few seconds at a time before another sack took one of there players down. Jesse pulled out her phone and started looking through her twitter feed as she started retweeting sad, deep, one-liner stories such as "the smallest coffins are the heaviest". In between each tackle or hit she would post another one sentence story that broke your heart, like how Erica had broken hers again. "Brought roses home, keys didn't fit", tackle, "Strangers, Friends, Best Friends, Lovers, Strangers", tackle, "One bullet is a lifetime supply", tackle, "Just introduced myself to mother again today", take down, "Dad left, a flag came back", vicious attack, "it's our fiftieth, table for one".
"Dude, my phone keeps blowing up! Will twitter just wait until after the game?!" Abby said next to her and checking her notifications. oh right, she follows me… Jesse closed out of her twitter app to return her attention back to the game when her shoulder was assaulted by Abby hitting her; causing her to look up.
By some act of god, the ball landed on the ground in front of Stiles and everyone's breath hitched waiting and watching to see what he would do. Run! Pick up the ball and Run Stilinski! Jesse screamed in her mind watching him. Apparently, Stiles got the memo because suddenly he picked up the call and started running towards the goal. Stiles is pretty quick when he's scared, Jesse thought as she started to slap Abby's leg in panic. Stiles then stopped in front of the other teams' goal and began to look around for god knows what.
"What is he doing?" asked Abby with a higher pitched anxious voice.
"Throw it!" Jesse pleaded as she stared on in shock. She didn't want to watch him come this close just to get sacked again. Then, just as quickly as he stopped, he turned around and shot it into the goal. Jesse shot up and cheered with the rest of the crowed at the sudden turn of events in the game. "Yes! Go Stiles!" Jess cried out as she was so proud of him. Jesse looked down and saw the Sheriff doing the same, Standing and cheering for his son. Jesse and Abby became jumping and screaming idiots watching Stiles finally shine on the field as he scored goal after goal saving the game. That final whistle blew and Jesse went ecstatic running down to the Sheriff and hugging him while they jumped and cried with joy. Jesse hadn't felt this happy and filled with energy in a long time, she needed this.
The feeling didn't last long though as suddenly the lights on the field went out. A shiver of fear went down her spine as she knew something was happening, something bad was going to happen.
"Oh God.." she said besides the Sheriff who slowly tried to climb down from the bleachers holding Jesse's hand to help her. "Scott?!" she called out wondering, if he heard her, if he knew what was happening or could stop it. People began screaming and pushing, it was a miracle Jesse didn't fall as she watched other people tumble down the bleachers. This was it, this was the moment that the werewolves were so tense about beforehand, someone was going to die. Jesse could feel the Sheriff's grip around her tighten as they both tried to see what was going on. Then the lights came back.
Half of the field and stands were emptied as the rest were quickly clearing out. Out on the field there was a huddle of people around a body on the ground, a body wearing maroon jersey. Dios mio! Stiles! Jesse began to panic as she and the Sheriff began to push their way through the crowd towards the huddle.
"Jackson?! What's happening?!" she heard a girls voice scream. Jesse looked over to see Lydia looking down at her ex-boyfriend unconscious on the ground. She let a relieved sigh at the knowledge that it wasn't Stiles before hearing the conversation to her left.
"He did it to himself?" Isaac asked Scott as they all looked at the bloody puncture wounds to the unconscious boy's abdomen.
"There's blood! Oh my god there's blood!" Lydia cried out, now crying. Jesse felt sorry for her having to witness this as Jesse looked on at the heartbreaking scene in front of her.
"He's not breathing" Melissa McCall said looking back at Coach who was freaking out and not being much of a help. Jesse watched as Melissa went into Nurse-mode and called upon Lydia to get down and help her try and resuscitate Jackson. He sacrificed himself to save them… right?
"Where's Stiles?" She heard from her right. Jesse looked over to see the Sheriff looking around at all the players in confusion. Jesse began to look at the faces around her as well looking for the spastic hero when she couldn't find him either. "Where's Stiles?!" John asked again sounding more distressed, Jesse stepped forward to calm him down seeing as how he is the Sheriff and people look to him for guidance. The Sheriff caught her eye contact and called out to her "Jesse, Where's Stiles?!" Jesse didn't have an answer to that and got more scared as she shook her head. The Sheriff then began frantically searching amongst the crowd of players calling out for his son, "Where The Hell Is My Son?!" Jesse reached out and grabbed his arm to pull him back to earth.
"John! Calm down, he's probably in the showers or something calming down from actually playing and scoring a goal. You need to calm down and help people through this ok?!" Jesse told him struggling to keep his gaze. The Sheriff's breathing was still ragged as he continued to look around frantically. "John!" she called out again jerking his arm as her voice split in fear. She finally got his attention as he nodded and starting steering crowds to the nearest exits as Jesse pulled out her phone to call Abby to make sure she was ok.
As the other patrolmen showed up, Sheriff Stilinski took charge and told them what happened and began directing the EMT's and medical providers as well as getting statements from those who stayed. Jesse called her mom and told her what happened at the game and said that she would be home later after giving her statement. Her mom of course freaked out seeing as how Jesse was now apparently just a magnet for danger but Jesse assured her she was find before hanging up.
Jesse walked over to the Sheriff who before she could open her mouth told her he was glad she was ok but that she should go home. Jesse rolled her eyes at him and shook her head.
"Not until I know the Stilinski boys are ok" she told him with a forced half smile. She was trying to be strong for him but really she was scared about losing the only other friend she had since she was small. "I'll wait for you guys at your place, make some food or something since we didn't really get to have any last night" she said reminding him of the Sheriff station.
"You should go home Jesse" he told her again in a paternal tone.
"I'll meet you at your place some taco salad ok?" she said pulling her keys to her scooter out. John clenched his jaw before letting out a frustrated sigh.
"If Stiles is there, you call me ok?" he told her before walking away to finish handling the masses. Jesse nodded before getting on her rusty scooter and driving to the Stilinski's where she set about making a warm meal to come home to.
Externally she was cool, calm and collected in waiting for her employers to come home. internally, she was having a near panic attack worrying about her friend gone missing. She kept thinking of all the worst scenarios about him being hurt or dead, over and over in her imaginative mind. Once the taco salad was done she set the table and began walking around the house tidying things trying to keep her mind from worrying to no avail.
She was in the laundry room actually starting a load of Stiles' smelly workout clothes from practice when she heard the door open. She dropped the detergent and nearly ran down the hallway to the living room, where the front door was, to see the Sheriff come home alone. He gave her a look that said he had a long night and his search for Stiles was also fruitless.
"Smells good" he tried to say to lighten the mood. Jesse gave him another forced smile trying to keep it together as she ran a hand through her long hair to push it out of her face.
"Yeah um… dinner's ready if you want it" she said gesturing weakly to the table that had two places set for the Stilinski's. She looked down at her feet still bummed that Stiles hadn't shown up yet and was now getting scared. It had been nearly three hours since the game and nothing, she had a bad feeling about it.
"Let's wait for a bit huh?" the Sheriff said still trying to keep that torch of hope alive for his son to show up any minute. Jesse nodded and put the cover back on the still cooling casserole dish and went back to the laundry room. "Are you doing our laundry?" Sheriff asked from the top of the hallway. Jesse blushed and turned around to face him
"Yeah? I need something to keep my mind busy" she confessed and looking at anywhere but at him. Doing laundry was not in her job description but a part of felt like it was ok with the Stilinski's. John chuckled at her rubbed his eyes
"How many load have you done since you got here?" he asked curious and looking for a laugh
"um, like… three?" she admitted as she cheeks grew hotter. John let out a soft laugh and shook his head
"As long as my clothes are the same color when they come out as they go in I don't care" he said walking to head up the stairs. Jesse smiled and walked back to the laundry room to discover she had spilled detergent all over the floor. She wiped it up as best as she could with paper towels before just biting the bullet and began mopping the floor while the loads were running. After two more loads had finished and had been folded and stacked back into the hampers did Jesse leave the laundry room/utility closet to put the hampers back in their respective rooms. She had just set John's down on his bed when she heard the Sheriff's voice on the phone standing in what sounded like Stiles' room.
"… listen, If he- if he shows up in the hospital… ok thanks" he finished his phone call. Jesse's heart broke listening to him trying to find his son, his son who had done a lot to keep him and her safe from a lot of supernatural activity. Jesse stepped away from the door and put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying. She didn't know why she was so worried over the spastic kid who wouldn't stop giving her head aches over things that terrified her… and who's clothes stank. Because he's the only true friend I've got left… that knows everything, she corrected her own train of thought to not exclude Abby as her friend. Suddenly, she heard raised voices. Jesse stood up straight to listen if it was safe or not as fear quickly seized control of her heartbeat.
"-I'm gonna pistol whip those little bastards!" yelled out the Sheriff sounding intensely angry.
"Dad!?" came the other voice calming the Sheriff down.
"Stiles?" Jesse asked as she unfroze from her spot in fear and let hope rise in her chest as she went to the door to see what was happening.
"I just… I said it was ok…" she heard Stiles trying to tell his dad as she fast walked down the hallway towards the voices coming out of his room. Jesse whipped around the corner to see the Sheriff grab his son in a fatherly embrace and hug him. Stiles was there and he was ok.
Jesse decided that they needed their moment and continued down the stairs towards the kitchen to make sure their food wasn't cold. She had just set the casserole on the table when she heard footsteps come down the stairs and a smile spread across her face in anticipation.
"Mmm smells good" said the Sheriff as he passed her.
"Starving" Stiles said walking into the kitchen. Jesse looked up at him and the words and smile died on her lips. "What?" asked Stiles looking at her confused.
"What happened to your face?" she asked walking over to look at it. Stiles rolled his eyes and tried to walk passed her
"It's nothing" he told her trying to join his dad at the table.
"Nothing?!" she stated incredulously stepping back in front of him again blocking his path to the table and his food. John sent his son a knowing look from the table as Jesse then began ripping into him in half Spanish and half English about how freaked out they all were looking for him and how the people who did this were dead meat.
"Sit" she told him pointing at the chair. Stiles didn't say anything as he sat in the chair and let Jesse look at his bruised and cut face from getting hit multiple times. She knew this wasn't from some jock punks but wasn't going to say anything while the Sheriff was still there. Jesse finished cleaning his face and finally let Stiles eat when the Sheriff had to leave back to the station. The second he was out the door Jesse turned back to face him leaning on the table
"So, what really happened?" Stiles sighed but continued to stuff his face and talk at the same time as he told her about Gerard being in control of Jackson after he killed Matt. Then basically ordered Jackson to kill himself… Jesse's heart sank at the thought of someone else dying. Before Stiles had a chance, Jesse walked over and wrapped her arms around him tightly in a hug.
"I'm glad it wasn't you" she said softly before letting go "I've lost enough people lately" she stated out loud before grabbing her coat to leave.
"While I was in the basement… I saw Erica and Boyd down there" Stiles told her slowly while giving her enough time to process what he said and giving her a pitying look. Jesse stopped walking and nearly dropped her coat before turning to ask
"Are they ok?" Stiles nodded. "They weren't harmed, I told Scott and they're working on finding them now" Stiles told her. Jesse nodded and looked down at her shoes absorbing the information and processing her feelings. She didn't know if she wanted to feel worried about her friend, angry, or condescending in a 'I told you so' way… running from your problems solves nothing. Jesse nodded accepting the news; she still cared about Erica but she didn't know if she could forgive her.
"Do you know that she told me she was leaving in a note? Couldn't tell me to my face… I was there for her through years of seizures and panic attacks and she couldn't say goodbye to my face?" Jesse told him as Stiles sat there watching the fragile girl in front of him. He didn't want to upset her again after he had seen her verbally bitch slap other people and had just received a harsh 'talking to'.
"Sometimes saying goodbye to the ones we love is the hardest part of leaving" Stiles tried to offer an explanation. Jesse nodded understanding but refused to buy it, Erica owed her more than that. She let out a sigh and put it from her mind as she finally looked up at Stiles and smiled.
"You were awesome out on the field tonight" she complemented. Stiles raised his brows at her
"You were there?" he asked in shock, he had never seen her at a game before, at least this year he hadn't. Jesse nodded and looked back down at her feet.
"Yeah, your dad invited me… I took some pictures, hoping the yearbook will take them. Got some pretty good ones of you playing" she said laughing softly.
"Really?" he asked sounding excieted. Jesse looked up at him and smiled
"Yeah, I'll print them out and show you some time" she promised before shrugging on her coat. "Lydia was there" she also informed him, she and most of the sophomore class was well aware of his not-so-subtle crush on the girl.
"I saw" Stiles told her going back to his food. You saw her but not me? Really Stilinski? She thought as she rolled her eyes at him.
"Well, she couldn't take her eyes off you is what I was going to say" she finished before walking out of the kitchen/dining room.
"wait, really?" Stiles called after her. Jesse giggled at his excitability but knew that Lydia was there for Jackson.
"Really…" she called behind her "text me any updates on the supernatural" she said before closing the door.
Dear Diary,
'I just really need 1 normal night. After making sure Stiles was ok, all of my "he's my only friend' façade came off. I am way closer with John Stilinski than I am with Stiles Stilinski, I am way closer with Abby than I am with Stiles. I have to say though that it did kindof sting when he could pick Lydia freaking Martin out of a crowd and not me, but I digress. I got home and my mom once again smothered me and didn't let me out of her sight as we watched 'Star Wars episode IV', Daniel's favorite movie, the rest of the night because once again I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to be involved in any of this but the more I try to stay out of it the more I find my self trying to help. I ended up tweeting myself "Once you care, you're fucked". I also told my mom about Kyle for the job and she was happy I found her a replacement so quickly. I gave her his number and email before going to my room to "bed" where I just stayed up re-reading some of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Stiles did end up texting me updates about how Derek was now on their side, Allison is no longer bat-shit crazy but still broke up with Scott, Gerard is basically dead after being bitten by Derek; I didn't really understand that one but glad that our creepy/racist principal is gone. Jackson came back to life, somehow, and Lydia went back to him. I almost felt sorry for him but I refused to let go of my normal-ish ending to my night.'
