Jamie sat in a washroom stall, trying not to cry. OK, she was failing miserably on that one but at least she wasn't crying loudly. That was something anyway.

She was such an idiot. She knew Stiles was still getting over Lydia. Why did she think he'd realize Lydia was a bitch and magically fall for her? And sure, he kissed her but only after she pretty much threw herself at him. He was a teenage boy after all. Three kisses on the cheek? She couldn't stop at just one? It seemed cute at the time. Yeah, real cute. If she was going to die of embarrassment could it happen in the next five minutes, before biology class?

She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes. For one brief minute, life had been wonderful. Stiles had kissed her. Really kissed her. Toes curling, butterflies in the stomach kissed her.

Then Harris interrupted them and her fantasy came crashing down. He said those horrible things to Stiles; that he could only get a girl if he roofied her. Jamie gave a bitter laugh. Little did that sociopath of a teacher realize Stiles had Lydia trying to trap him with false accusations of abuse while Jamie threw herself at him under the guise of gratitude. She had been so angry at Harris that it was all she could do to choke out a few words of denial. But in the big scheme of things, Harris' opinion meant nothing.

There was only one opinion that mattered. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Ouch. Stiles was sorry he kissed her.

The warning bell sounded and she heard the washroom door open and close. She bent down to check for feet, then came out of the stall. She stared at the mirror, her eyes red and her face a blotchy mess. Girls on TV did not cry like this. Reality sucked. She splashed cold water on her face and ran her fingers through her hair. A few minutes earlier it was Stiles running his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer- STOP! This wasn't helping.

She dried her face with a paper towel, combed her hair forward to try to cover her face, and hurried out of the washroom with her head down. The last thing she needed was detention, especially if Stiles was late as well.

Jamie stepped into biology class. Everyone was already there. Crap. She hurried over to Allison and Scott's lab table. They were both smiling, but the smiles faded as they saw her face.

"Can I sit with Allison today?"

"Um, sure Jamie." Scott gathered his books and stood up. He hesitated, as if he was going to say something else but Allison gave him a little push and he reluctantly headed over to join Stiles.

"What's wrong?" Allison whispered.

Jamie kept her head down. "I can't talk about it right now."

"After school then."

"My Mom is picking me up. We're going out to dinner." Olivia Silver was still working on her parental guilt issues.

"Tomorrow night. We'll skip the lacrosse game." Allison nudged her shoulder with her own. "What good is a long lost cousin if you can't share your problems with her?"

Jamie hesitated. Her first instinct was to bury it. Ignore it. Hope it went away. She'd probably require years of therapy in the future but for now, repressing her problems was working for her. But then again, she hadn't had someone her own age who cared enough to listen to her problems in a long time. She sighed. "Fine. Tomorrow." She lifted her red-rimmed eyes to meet Allison's dark worried ones. "Please don't tell him I'm this upset." She knew she didn't have to tell Allison who she was talking about.

"Jamie, he should know that he hurt you again."

"It's not his fault this time. It just is what it is. Besides, I managed to leave our lunch encounter angry instead of crying. I think that leaves a small shred of my dignity intact."

Allison looked past Jamie towards the boys' table. A questioning look, a plead, a glare, a nod. It was fascinating to watch. Jamie felt a twinge of longing for a relationship where two people could have a whole conversation without words. "Scott won't tell him either. But know that we're both talking to Stiles today. So we're going to hear his side first if there's anything you want to add..."

Jamie gave Allison a tight smile. "I'm sure the two stories will be the same. So you won't have anything to do tomorrow except bring the ice cream."

Sorry this one is so short. I should have waited and posted the last chapter and this one at the same time. I'll try to make up for it by posting the next two chapters together.