Hey, quick AN just to say thanks to everyone that took the time to Review, Favourite or Follow. I really appreciate it! This is Stiles POV for the bowling alley chapter. Hope you enjoy Xx

Stiles' fists were clenched tightly around the steering wheel. He had to give both Allison and Scott a ride home because Melissa had refused to let Scott borrow the car. He could just about hear them in the back seat, giggling and whispering what he assumed were sweet nothings in each other's ears. He was much too busy to take any notice of their disgusting relationship, his mind was occupied by Skyler, and only Skyler.

He felt like shit. He had made her cry. He had made her fucking cry. Do you know what it's like to see a girl cry? Not very nice. And knowing that it was your fault that said girl was crying? A thousand times worse. The night had started out so well, too. The prospect of spending a night with the horrifically loved-up pairing of Allison and Scott, his longtime crush, and her dickhead of a boyfriend. The only high point of the night was that Skyler was also going to be there. Since Scott had become a werewolf and she had arrived in Beacon Hills, he spent nearly every moment with her, watching TV, showing her the preserve, studying or just sitting and enjoying each other's company.

The second she had stepped out of her car he had been mesmerised by the skin she had on display. Her legs were long and tanned, toned with muscle she had built up over the years of running, swimming and horseback riding. He tried to call her lovely, and said 'legly'. He was the most awkward turtle ever created. She seemed to overlook his incredible stupidity and led him into the bowling alley. The conversation flowed easily between them, arguing almost childishly about Game of Thrones, but he loved that. He loved how he could just talk to her, no awkwardness, no tension, just two people that could be completely open with each other. She had even boasted in Dothraki, if that didn't give him a nerd-boner, he didn't know what would.

He loved to watch her while she moved. It sounded really stalkerish, but there was a grace to the way she moved that he wouldn't have expected. She bent at the waist to pick a ball and his eyes couldn't help but to drift to where her skirt was riding up her legs, he was nearly certain he saw a flash of red panties, and had to shift around and pull at his pants to stop a problem arising. Literally. He glanced over towards where the others were seated, his eyes flickering over Lydia. She looked hot tonight, she always did, but Skyler looked beautiful and it took him a supreme effort to tear his eyes away from her.

His eyes drifted from Lydia to the boy next to her. Jackson had his arm thrown around Lydia's shoulders in a very possessive gesture, but his eyes had wandered away from his red headed girlfriend. Lydia was looking over her shoulder and saying something to Allison, but Jackson was staring at the exact same part of Skyler's body that Stiles had been admiring moments before. He felt his blood boil. How dare Jackson look at her like that?! Okay, so he had been checking her out too, but that dick had a girlfriend. And he couldn't check Skyler out. He just couldn't, she was too good for him.

When she sat back down, Stiles shifted closer to her. He glared furiously at the other boy, as Jackson's eyes flickered to Skyler for a minute before focusing back on the girl next to him. Stiles took his turn, trying as hard as possible to make it look like he wasn't putting in any effort, whereas, in reality, he was trying his damn best to hit dead center. Stiles couldn't help the smug little smile on his face sat he sat back down, and Skyler began to compliment him on his bowling skills. She even reached out and played with the drawstring in his jumper. He jumped slightly as her finger brushed off of the skin near his collarbone.

The game continued in much the same fashion. Stiles tried his hardest to impress Skyler, Jackson eye fucked her shamelessly, and Skyler sat there, completely oblivious and beautiful. After the game, she dragged him off to the drinks stand. The two of them sat side by side on the stools, drinking red slushies. Skyler was making some joke about his bowling skills, and he decided to try and be cool by leaning on the counter. He slipped, nearly pulling Sky with him. They both straightened up, Stiles' face beginning to flush at his stupidity, but instead of anger or even annoyance. Skyler was giggling, her shoulders shaking with mirth, and her face was split into a wide, delighted grin.

"What's that about?"

She was looking over at Jackson and Scott, the smile dropping off her face. It was obvious that Jackson was jealous of the attention being given to Scott after his promotion to first line on the lacrosse team, and even after his new found wolfi-ness, Stiles was still worried about what Jackson might do if he had the chance.

"I don't know." Stiles bit his lip in worry, he didn't want to have to deal with a Scott/Jackson confrontation. "But I think Scott should stay away from him."

Skyler mirrored his actions, pulling her lower lip into her mouth. He had an odd longing to reach out and trace her lips, cup her cheek, curl his fingers through her hair.

"Yeah, I guess," she muttered. He could see her eyes sweep over Jackson's form, then shrugged and continued callously. "At least he's hot."

"He's hot?"

It felt like there was ice flowing through his veins. He squared his shoulders and drew himself up, body tensed, ready to snap at any second. She thought he was hot? Really? He had given her a bit more credit than that. She seemed like the type to like someone for their personality, not because of their physical appearance. His hand clenched around his slushie cup, and he had to try hard not to crush it, as, unbidden into his head, came an image of Jackson with Skyler, his hands all over her, his mouth on hers. "Why are you friends with him?"

"I'm not really." Skyler was tapping her cup rapidly, a clear sign that she felt uncomfortable. Stiles knew he shouldn't have spoken to her like that, but he was angry. Stupidly so. "I mean, sure he can be a dick and I'm gonna have to be around him quite a bit. I try not to bicker with him. And he can be alright sometimes."

"But he's constantly a dick!" Stiles let the words tumble from his mouth, without realising that his voice had risen to a near shouting pitch. He was letting out his anger now, the built up resentment from the years of bullshit Jackson had inflicted upon him. "He's arrogant, and he treats people like shit and he acts like he's better than everyone! And he checks you out!" That was a very personal irritant when it came to Jackson, but Stiles felt like it was important all the same. "He's always looking at you when you or Lydia aren't looking! He's a dick, Sky!"

He was waving his arms around, trying to physically display how messed up he was feeling inside. Skyler was meant to be his. Stiles didn't like her in the way he liked Lydia. At least, he thought he didn't, but it made him feel like shit. She was meant to be his. His friend. The one he could talk to about anything, laugh with, joke with, just be with. And he had had some small glimmer of hope when they had first met that she had maybe, in some deep down part of her, possibly liked him. And it had felt good, it had felt so good that for once he had been enough. He hadn't been second best, a place he had been used to for so long, and now just hearing Skyler making excuses for Jackson made him feel like nothing again. She had defended Jackson to him, someone that thrived on making other people feel like shit. Jackson was a dick, and Stiles was a nice guy, but then again, as Stiles knew, nice guys always finished last. She was meant to understand this, she was meant to be one of the nice girls.

"What the hell is the matter with you?! He's not a bad person deep down! But yeah, he is arrogant, and he does treat people like shit and he does think he's better than others! I never said he didn't act like that!"

"Then why do you like him?!" Stiles' voice exploded outwards.

"Why do you like Lydia?!"

It was the first time he had ever heard her raise her voice, and it stung a bit that she had shouted at him. It didn't even occur to him in the middle of his red mist that she had every right to shout at him for the way he was acting right now. He was tempted to shout back, to tell her that maybe he didn't like Lydia as much as he used to, that maybe he was beginning to fall for someone else, that maybe it was her that he was starting to like.

"She acts the exact fucking same!" He could see her eyes beginning to glisten with tears, but he wasn't sure what to say to her right now. He had gone to far to give her a simple 'I'm sorry'. "So, why do you like her so much?!"

"She's not actually like that! She's smart, I know she is! And she can be nice, otherwise, why would you be friends with her?" He stopped for a moment, drawing breath and staring straight into Skyler's wide green eyes. "I understand that she's not a total bitch, I've liked her since third grade!"

"Well, maybe you should get over yourself, and her." Skyler stood taller face to face, well face to collarbone, with Stiles. He had a sudden urge to reach forward, grab her and kiss her until she was gasping for breath. "'Cause that's really pathetic, and so are you."

Now that hurt. That hurt like a bitch. He took a faltering step back, shocked at the malice in her voice. Sure, she had every right to lash out at him, but Jesus, that was a serious low blow. He watched her turn on her heel and walk away, bypassing Scott as he tried to grab her, dodging the girls and scurrying out the door. The entire time she was making her way to the door, Stiles could see her shoulders moving up and down gently from the sobs that were wracking her body.

The other four looked towards him, everyone but Scott wearing an accusatory expression, Scott just seemed confused. Stiles made a slight noise of annoyance, throwing his empty slushie cup in the bin and stormed over to Scott, not wanting to be in the bowling alley for a second longer.

"Come on," he grunted to his friend, "If you want a ride home, we're going now, otherwise you can walk."

He strode on, past Jackson and the two girls, ignoring the vicious looks that they were shooting his way. He didn't need several angry girls on his case right now. He could hear Allison and Scott speed walking behind him in an attempt to keep up with his furious pace. He yanked the door of the Jeep open, allowing the others to climb into the back together as he sat in surly silence. Once they were all settled, he heard an intake of breath as Allison prepared to ask what the hell had happened with Skyler tonight. He was in no way in the mood to discuss their argument, so instead turned the radio up as loud as it could go.

"Shit."

Both Scott and Allison jumped at his sudden shout. He hadn't switched the CD since the last time that Skyler had been in the car with him, and Closing Time was blaring through his speakers, he blindly slapped at the power button until he managed to turn it off. He did not want to hear that song right now. Allison and Scott went back to giggling and chatting within seconds. Christ, why the hell couldn't the two of them just shut up?

He sat outside of Allison's house, waiting for Scott to be walk her to the door, or at least the the trellis she could climb up to reach the roof. Stiles sat impatiently, checking his phone every few seconds. He had suspected that Skyler wouldn't have texted him, he knew that she was angry and upset, which, in his experience, was a terrible combination in a woman. He wanted to text her right then and there. He wanted to call her. He wanted to race to her house and apologise and kiss her and take her out for pizza.

His head snapped up as Scott climbed back into the Jeep. He shot Stiles a heavy look that the hyperactive teen couldn't be bothered to interpret. He started the Jeep back up, pulling out of Allison's drive and back on to the neat suburban roads. Scott, never being one to beat around the bush when it came to Stiles, took less than thirty seconds to break the silence.

"So what the hell happened between you and Skyler?"

"Nothing," Stiles ground out, not wanting to discuss.

"Well it was obviously something, dude." Scott just couldn't drop it, could he. "'Cause she looked pretty upset when she was leaving."

"Yeah, I know, Scotty. I don't wanna talk about it." He took a turn sharper than he necessarily had to and was rewarded by the gentle thunk of his friend's head banging off the glass.

"Look, man, I don't wanna pry..."

"Then don't."

"...but you need to apologise, and soon."

"Why should I apologise?" Stiles was sulking now, if he wasn't driving he would have had his arms crossed and been slumped down in his seat. "She was just as much at fault as I was."

He knew he was being childish, but it was true. He knew that he had been a total dick. What he had said and done was uncalled for, but he was so sick of everyone treating Jackson like a hero when all he did was treat them like shit. But a small, deep down part of him was still pissed at Skyler. She had been a bitch every bit as much as he had been a dick.

"You should apologise because of the way she looks at you, man." Stiles pilled the Jeep up in front of Scott's darkened house, and the teen wolf unbuckled himself, half climbing out of the Jeep. "She looks at you like you're the only person she can see, the only person worth seeing. It's the same way you look at her."

Scot slammed the door and jogged up to his house. Stiles sat in contemplation for a few seconds. Was Scott right? Did she really look at him like that? He had never noticed. Every time he had caught her looking at him it was an expression of simple amusement, interest, or what he perceived as pity because he was such a hopeless case. He backed away from Scott's house, nearly hitting two wheelie bins and several mail boxes on the way. He was much too distracted to be driving right now and was overly thankful when he arrived home.

His dad was working the night shift which left Stiles alone in a cold and empty house. He wandered through the rooms, running his hands over his head and trying to figure out this whole Skyler mess. Women were so horrifically over complicated. He gave up after half an hour, deciding to try and get an early night. He dragged himself up the stairs and into his room. He threw off his clothes, dropping them in a messy pile at the foot of his bed. He pulled on the freshest t-shirt and flannel pants he could find and threw himself under his comforter.

Still no texts or calls from Sky. She was obviously mad at him, but he wasn't sure if he was mad at her anymore. He just wanted to know how she looked at him, if it was really the same way he looked at her. He would be the bigger man and text her first, apologise to her. He would text her first. But he would do it tomorrow.