Summary: 'Look remember when I lent you my hoodie cause you were cold and you said you own me like forever?' he asked looking around frantically. He took a deep breath for a moment looking away, 'Can you pretend that you're my girlfriend?' She blinked a few times shocked, 'Can I what?' ScottxOC

A.N: Hello, so I am sort of back. Here is the new chapter. I hope you like it. Again, I apologize if someone gets offended or something. Everyone hurts differently. Hope you like it. I don't meant to rush into things with Mia so I hope I didn't even thought I have a feeling I did a bit.

Enjoy

How to fake date and survive a kanima for beginners

There is an art to being able to hide who you really are from people who watch you close. Hiding from Mia's mom and friends was easy when they ignored her. Scott asked a very tricky question, but then again the question was already overdue, he missed the expiration date.

So Mia smiled politely and shrugged her shoulders, 'I can't remember.'

Scott frowned a bit, 'Mia.'

She gave him a look, 'I really don't.'

Scott bit his tongue. He couldn't exactly tell how he knew she were lying so he nodded before he looked at his books, 'I just…I'm sorry, it took me so long to remember it sounded important and just…something happened, but I still should have at least check in with you. You're my friend and I pretty much forgot about you a bit.'

'More than a bit,' she found herself saying before she shook her head, 'Either way, it is nothing okay?'

Scott clenched his fist, 'Just…I should have come. I…want to me make it up to you.'

Mia watched him for a moment before she nodded, 'Alright. We can…go to the gallery this weekend. Your treat.'

Scott chuckled, 'You're such a nerd sometimes, but gladly.'

Mia nodded and brought up her books, 'So let's get to studying.'

Scott made a face, 'Don't sound so excited. It's studying.'

Despite actually starting Scott watched Mia from the corner of his eyes. Something was so off about her. He couldn't exactly tell what, but he knew that it was something which changed you. Something which made you different. Reserved.

As he watched her pull her red hair behind your shoulder, he wondered if perhaps it was his fault. Maybe Mia was always like that hiding something sad and dark inside which he and Stiles just never saw…or maybe.

'I'm sorry,' he said suddenly and Mia looked at him surprised as it was a few minutes since they spoke.

'For what?' she asked although she had a feeling she knew what it was about.

'Not coming when you needed me,' he spoke looking straight into her blue eyes and Mia would have sworn that it felt different when he was looking at her. It felt as if he was making her a point. She never saw him looking at her like that. She never got anything to look at her like that.

'But next time…no matter what it is, I'm here. I'm here for you, and I will help you no matter what. I promise,' he spoke looking at her and she knew in that moment it was promise Scott intended to keep.

Mia looked away pushing her hair in front of her face to hide from his stare, 'Okay.'

'I mean it,' he said and Mia seriously didn't know where he got such a confidence.

She nodded quickly looking away pushing herself not to let it all fool her.

Me (the honest one): Sure, Scott, whatever you say.

Later that evening he was alone with Allison in her room kissing her until they were both too breathless. The girl pulled away chuckling, 'We have like ten minutes left.'

'There is a lot we can do in ten minutes,' said Scott before he kissed her again. Allison chuckled again and pushed him back against the bed, 'But we haven't done any talking.'

Scott sighed ready to say that talking was overrated before he nodded and sat up, 'You're right. Hi.'

She grinned, 'Hi.'

'It's actually good that we are talking,' said the boy and linked their fingers together looking at their hands. Gosh, he wished so bad they could be like this in public again. He missed her so much.

'I wanted to ask if your mom mentioned Mia or something?'

Allison nodded, 'She did. She asked if I knew you were seeing someone else, and I think I played it off okay. She also said that Mia is a very pretty girl, but I think that was to get a reaction from me.'

Scott looked at her suspiciously, 'Is this the part where I am supposed to cut in and say no Mia isn't pretty at all?'

Allison shook her head, 'No. It's fine. I told you this idea is perfect so I don't want you to think I have something against it as long as you know it is just for the cover.'

Scott nodded, 'It is. We're just friends,' he said and Allison caught his face falling down for a moment.

'What is it?' she asked concerned brushing his hair a bit, 'I just…we used to be really good friends, and I realized she needed me a while ago and I completely forgot about her. I think she holds a grudge like not that she would do something to repay me but she keeps her distance. It's not like it used to be.'

Allison watched him for a moment, 'Well? I was kind of surprised when you mentioned her in the first place. I hardly noticed her in school. I didn't even know you two were friends.'

'We are, but…I don't know after Christmas holiday between me getting on the team and being a werewolf and…honestly you. I just sort of forgot? I didn't have the extra time to call her and she didn't call me and just…I feel like even if I didn't mean to I fucked it up and she won't forget me that easily. It sucks because I can tell something is going on with her in her life but she doesn't want to tell me. We used to tell each other stuff. She's really funny and just this sweetheart always looking out for people and cheering them out. I remember last year Stiles and I were so bumped that we were always benchwarmers, but since she was always helping out coach she was always there with us just making it suck less,' admitted Scott thinking of those times when they just joined the team and Mia started to work as coach's assistant. He really did miss her and how they used to be and he knew that a big part of them not being so close was on him.

'She sounds really great. I'm kind of sorry we can't hang out,' said Allison with a smile, 'I could use an extra friend right now.'

Scott brushed her forearm, 'People still talk?'

'Yeah. Girls mostly even when I'm there,' said Allison and stood up from the bed, 'It's hard enough to live with what Kate did, but with everyone constantly reminding me and acting like all our family was to blame?...It's worse.' She walked to her mirror and sat down.

Scott stood up as well and walked to her hugging her from behind before he kissed the top of her head, 'I promise it will get better. It will pass like it always does.'

She looked up at him and nodded, 'Are you and Mia hanging out some more tomorrow?'

Scott shrugged his shoulders, 'Maybe. I promised to take her to the gallery this weekend though. Sort of an apology for being a crappy friend.'

Allison blinked, 'Gallery?'

'Yeah, she's really great with art. You know that picture of Stiles and I when we were little the one I showed you before.'

'She painted that? Whoa. She's good,' said Allison approving, 'Hey, maybe all three of us can go like I will go alone and we run into each other.'

Scott blinked, 'You think that is a good idea? I mean if someone sees us all together they might find out we are faking it.'

'Not if you and Mia play it really affectionate and convince them you guys are in love,' said Allison firmly and Scott made a grimace, 'I'm not sure I am that good of an actor.'

She put her hands on his face, 'You have to be…for us.'

Scott sighed and nodded before he leaned down and kissed his secret girlfriend.

Mia put out her clothes. She debated whether put on jeans and a long red hoodie she felt comfortable in or a black one she felt weird in cause black made her look even more skinnier.

Her phone rang with an unknown number on the screen and she debated a bit before she eventually picked it up anyway, 'Hello?'

A female voice answered and she wasn't sure why but for a moment she swore she heard her mom's voice.

'Hi Mia.'

She was silent for a while trying to dig in her mind and find the owner of the female voice until it continue, 'Mia, are you there?'

'Who is this?'

What followed was a long annoying sigh, 'Lydia.'

Mia blinked confused, 'Yeah, hi?'

'What are you wearing today?'

Mia was even more confused. Why the hell did she ask that? And how the hell did she know she was picking up her clothes and wasn't already dressed? Was she was a witch or what? 'Uh…'

'Well, forget it. You still have that blue blouse and black skirt?' asked Lydia before she could answer. Mia's eyes widened as she almost forgot she had clothes like that at all in her closet.

'You can put the black sweater on, but personally I wouldn't,' added the girl over the phone.

'Uh, okay, but why should I?' asked the girl.

'Because you have way too lovely figure to wear oversize clothes,' said the strawberry blonde, 'So the blue blouse and skirt the nice one, okay? See you in class.'

She didn't even have time to finish as the phone went dead and the girl was left to say goodbye to the dead line.

She was way too confused right now. The girl took a moment to process what happened before she actually went to her closet and pulled out her blue skirt and black skirt. How could Lydia even remember she had those? She almost never wore them. Ever.

The other option was a stupid one since she knew she would feel terrified in it if people would look. Also she was paranoid since Scott started paying extra attention to her that he might somehow ask her questions she wouldn't be able to answer.

She returned to her first choices when she suddenly thought of something else. Would it be even more suspicious? Maybe she made a compromise and wore something likable Scott would back off. Biting her lip she checked her watch to make sure she wouldn't be too late.

To be completely honest she never understood the fascination with pretty girls. More importantly she never understood why were people so much into Lydia Martin. Sure she was pretty and from Stiles's words amazing but a bitch. Why did everyone always felt his need to please her? Do as she told even once she lost her title as queen Bee? Why the hell did Mia who thought herself to be independent enough found herself pulling her skirt lower to hid her legs when she knew it was useless with how short the skirt was? It wasn't that short but for Mia in that moment it felt too much.

She was a bit surprised when she met Lydia around the corner. The strawberry blonde looked her up and down a little bit displeased, 'I think I said blue blouse.'

'I couldn't find it,' said Mia tucking at the black sweater. Lydia watched her without blinking like a cat before she nodded and smiled, 'Well, either way you look better. Ready for the pop quiz in Bio?'

'Sure,' replied Mia and they walked to the classroom sort of together. She couldn't be sure if it was her presence next to Lydia or the skirt but she definitely felt more eyes on her then before and she utterly hated it. She shouldn't have taken the skirt.

The quiz was alright. No tricky or confusing questions meant Mia was done in half of the time. As she looked around she noticed Lydia's empty stare so she assumed the girl had to be finished even before her. It wasn't surprising. She noticed a while ago that Lydia was genuinely smart. She didn't have to study very hard because she had a logical and cognitive thinking, Mia was more of a nerd. She had to learn a paten she would always apply no creativity to studies just to her art but that was a bit different then math problems.

She was about to turn back when she notice one of the lacrosse team players, Seth looking at her legs which he was able to see due to the stupid skirt. Once he looked up and caught her shocked expression he winked at her. It felt like a punch into the stomach and honest Mia wanted nothing more than to puke in that moment. That or go home and change. She felt humiliated in the skirt and hated Lydia and herself for taking it.

She was the first one of out of classroom once the bell rang. She thought she heard Stiles call her name but she quickly rushed to the bathroom and remained there not bothering to come out until she had barely enough time to make it to her next class.

Scott was a bit nervously playing with his pen. It was almost time of their teacher to come into the class but Mia was missing. He noticed her in the hallway in the morning and what instantly hit him was the wave of anxiety which came from her. He doubted he even felt her that anxious and uncomfortable before.

He wanted to ask her if she was okay and possibly help but she remained in the bathroom after class and didn't come out yet. He wondered if maybe she would go home or not.

Stiles who was sitting two places in front of him turned to shrug his shoulders at him. Neither of them managed to talk with Mia today and it made them a bit worried for the redhead. He put his bag on the spot between him and Stiles, but if she wasn't even planning to show up.

One minute and some seconds Mia finally came into the room. Scott stopped playing with the pen and raised his hand at her. Even though her head was down low she caught it and understood that the empty seat was reserved for her. She walked toward him, but Scott felt like breaking the pen in his hand. He immediately caught the hormones and arousal of several of his classmates who were shamelessly ogling Mia's legs and skirt. It was just then that he realized that it must have been what make her so uncomfortable. Mia was a very shy and reserved girl when it came to those things. He rarely saw her wear something like that although it was a shame since it look really nice on her.

Mia was his friend and in that moment also his fake girlfriend so he didn't think much of it when he put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it a bit. She looked at him and seeing his encouraging smile she returned it just as the teacher came in the room and closed the door.

After the class he didn't waste time and immediately went to her side. He had the next class together and then she was with Stiles so she wouldn't have to go through them alone. He could tell she wanted to rush away just like before but he quickly stopped her, 'Hey, do you maybe want to compare notes before class? The library will be pretty empty this time of day.'

Mia blinked surprised at the suggestion but she quickly took it and he led her through the hallway glaring at anyone who would try to catch her eye and making sure she would be a bit distracted with Stiles who was feeding her with a funny story about how he fell in the shower in the morning.

It was funny and Scott envied Stiles sometimes he could make people ease up around him just like that.

Mia sat down in the library not saying much and mostly looking down at her hands.

'Are you okay, Mia?' asked Stiles but she shrugged her shoulder dismissing the question and looked up. She was so anxious it caused a bad taste in Scott mouth once again. He hated that taste.

'I'm just not feeling very well.'

'Maybe you want to go to the nurse's?' asked Stiles before he looked at Scott who was just as clueless about what to do now.

The redhead shook her head, 'No, I'll live. It's just a few more hours. I don't want to bother mom at work.'

Another lie.

It squeezed Scott's own heart to hear hers speed up knowing she was lying again.

He brushed his arm, 'Alright, how about we just wait a bit and then go to class?' he suggested and the girl nodded before she looked down again.

She really regretted listening to Lydia Martin. Lydia never felt the way she did she never had to face the fears she did. No one is the same. No one can fully understand what another person feels. No one. No therapist, no friend, no parent. No one can understand your fears and struggles. They can try but they can't and in the end they get hurt and blame you for making them feel like they can't understand.

Mia had enough of that for a lifetime with her mother.

She looked at the boys. She felt a bit better when it was just the three of them. She knew no one could see them so she wasn't so freaked out. It was just them and neither were eyeing her legs or speaking about her clothing.

She wished she could always have them. Use them as a safety blanket. Keeping them around to make her feel better and relieved and safe. If the world would only consist of a few people it would be heaven for her.

Stiles checked the watch, 'It's almost time, soon.'

They looked at Mia who quickly stood up taking her bag, 'It's fine. I'm good.'

Another lie.

'Maybe we can skip,' said Scott hoping to bring her at least some comfort. He wished he could somehow help her or get to at least find out what was going on with her even if he knew he had no right. He messed up but he still wanted to fix things. He really wanted to fix things.

The girl shook her head, 'I'll be good.'

She wasn't.

She didn't skip but she never got home faster than that day. She seriously hated herself every minute she felt someone's eyes on her. It was torture, pure torture for her. She got home as soon as she could and locked herself inside feeling better once she was finally alone with herself. She quickly rushed to her bedroom and got the skirt off her. She found some scissors in her shelf and cut the fabric to small pieces. After she was done and just sat in her room watching the mess on the floor it was the first time she felt like she could finally breath again.

Me (the realist, the pessimist, the cruel one): Did you really think that Lydia Martin was doing you some sort of favor? Idiot. She was probably enjoying your humiliations every second of the day.

In that moment the optimist, the brave and hopeful side of her didn't even get a chance to argue.

The knock on her door freaked her out a bit. She quickly rushed to put on her jeans and then went downstairs. She looked through the peephole only to take a deep breath and unlock the door.

'Hi, what's up?' she asked as she found Stiles behind it.

The pale boy took one quick look at her legs before he looked at her confused, 'Uh, I wanted to give you a ride after school, but you were gone before I could ask you. I wanted to make sure you go home safe. Are you feeling better?'

She watched him for a moment before she nodded, 'Yeah, I'm better now. You could have just called.'

'Yeah, but I just this seemed faster. Uh, listen do you maybe want me to come pick you up tomorrow? Like I could take you to school. It beats walking or bus, am I right?' he asked in his kind of dorky way. Mia blinked at him before she nodded. Scott and Stiles were pretty much the only people she felt safe around. She knew his offer was probably an apology just like Scott's hanging out more, but like he said getting a lift beats walking.

'Okay, you can text me later when do you think you can come just don't make us late for practice tomorrow, alright?' she asked and Stiles nodded, 'Coach would eat me alive if I made his favorite assistant late.'

Mia rolled her eyes before they said their goodbyes and he left. She closed the door and looked upstairs. At least she felt better for a moment. A moment.

She went to her room. The remains of once a nice skirt were still on the carpet with a pair of scissors. She nodded to herself before she cleaned the mess up. Afterwards she quickly did her homework, and just spent some time in her room. She went through the pile of bills that manage to gather up in her living room and counted how long it would take before the electricity would be turn off again. It helped her to kill some time. She changed into her pajamas and went to lie in her bed. She could spend some time on her phone since she knew she would be able to charge it in the coach's office tomorrow during practice.

Surprisingly she got a text from Lydia about the homework but she ignored it. She would sure as hell never speak with her again if she could help it. She partly blamed her for how she felt today and the ruined skirt. She played a bit on her phone before she fell asleep.

In the morning, the strawberry blonde tried to call her again. She recognized her number but Mia ignored it and put on the clothes which made her the most comfortable. Stiles came to pick her up in the jeep with Scott lying on the backseat looking like hell.

Mia blinked as she got to the front, 'Uh, you okay?'

Stiles chuckled, 'This is his I'm having a secret affair look.'

She raised her brows before she understood, 'Oh, you meet you in the night.'

Scott opened his eyes and looked at her, 'Yeah, when her parents aren't home or she manages to sneak out.'

'Ha, I always wondered how adulterer looks like. Good to know,' she teased him, 'Oh, I got a cheating joke.'

Scott groaned at her but felt kind of happy that she was a bit more in the mood together. He also didn't fail to notice that she was wearing large clothes again. He didn't notice it until yesterday, but she truly was wearing mostly a size or two bigger clothes. It also proved the point, she was incredibly thin.

He wouldn't have notice it without.

It was once again inside him this feeling that he was overlooking something. She was hiding something, lying to him and Stiles about something so painfully obvious he should have known right away. So why didn't he?

It was Stiles's laughter in the next moment which broke his train of thoughts. Mia scoffed at him, 'Scott, you weren't paying attention to my incredible joke.'

He forced his lips into a grin and let her repeat the joke. He needed to figure it out. He needed to find a way for her to tell him. He needed her to let him in again. He didn't know why but helping Mia and chasing away that terrible feeling was essential to him.

'Are we going to hold hands today?' she asked once they parked in front of the school. She tried to be practical about it. They needed to act the part if they were supposed to convince anyone they were a couple.

'Sure,' he chuckled and got out of the car to open the door for her. Chuckling rolled her eyes but allowed him to help her out of the car.

'You're so tiny, Mia,' said Scott and put his hand around her. It was something she noticed before about Scott. Other boys made her uncomfortable. Touches were not welcome…but somehow Scott and Stiles were safe grounds and she didn't mind or particularly notice when they pulled her into an embrace or touch her somehow. She always knew they were harmless touches and that they were friendly.

She shrugged her shoulders feeling finally like herself at least a little bit forgetting all about the skirt incident from yesterday, 'So? Are the best things are tiny and cute.'

He pulled her a bit closer as they went to the locker's room and coach's office. He caught Stiles worried look and instantly remembered that today wasn't just about school. Tonight was the full moon. Stiles promised him to have something to keep him from hurting anyone. He felt pretty confident about that since he was with Allison now. He didn't think he should worry too much. This time it was different. Things were different. He felt Mia stop and look at him as they reached their crossroad. As he let her go for a moment it left him cold, and he couldn't help but watch her to make sure she went into the coach's office as if those few steps were somehow dangerous.

Stiles had to put his hands on his shoulders to get him to the lockers room and discuss the full moon.

'Good morning, coach,' said Mia as she parted with the boys and went to gather his notes and things for the practice.

'Did you sleep well?'

'Never better, Benjamin, and you know why?' he asked grinning like a maniac but Mia was used to his enthusiasm and theatrics by now.

'Because today is practice,' replied Mia pulling her misbehaving hair behind her ear.

'And what does that mean?'

Mia sighed before she said imitating his own voice, 'It's time to torture the little suckers.'

'Exactly, Benjamin! Well done, it is time to finally get payback on those annoying brats. Let's get ready,' said the coach happily before he headed outside.

The redhead shook her head and followed him pulling the notebook and first aid kit closed to her chest.

As she was walking outside, one of the boys walked out of the locker's room, 'Oh, hey there, Benjamin.'

Mia stopped and watched as Mike Harrington walked up to her and blocked her path a bit, 'No skirt today?'

Her eyes widened with shock as she realized that she hadn't misheard him and he actually asked her that.

Mia swallowed hard before she tried to leave, but the tall boy blocked her way. Some girls considered Mike a good looking boy. He was a bit taller than the rest and had this boyish look which would most likely earn him a place in a teenage boy band. Mia heard Lucy and a few others saying how hot he was when she was hiding in the bathroom during lunches from time to time.

Honestly the question might have been a joke or tease on his side, but she was in no state to reply. She was always easily embarrassed by people she wasn't close with. Boys especially, so right now talking with him was very uncomfortable. She once again remembered and hated Lydia for making her take that stupid skirt.

Mia shook her head and tried to go around him again but he raised his arms so she had to stop since she didn't want to touch him or him to touch her.

'I just meant you looked really good in it, Mia,' he said a little bit gentler, 'You should wear shirts more often.'

She swallowed a bit and nodded, 'Thanks, but jeans are more my style.'

He stepped closer. So close it made the inside of her stomach turn into a knot. She wanted to leave. She wanted to step away. But she could only stand frozen in place looking into his brown eyes. She knew a few boys with brown eyes. Some were just passing, two of the pairs were Scott and Stiles's. The difference between them was that these eyes were incredibly cold and there was something so terrifying in them that Mia felt like she couldn't breathe.

You're so pretty. You curvy in all the right places.

All the memories came crashing back to her and Mia was sure she would die of lack of oxygen in the next few moments.

He looked down at her with a small smirk on his lips, 'Well, maybe you would like to change it? Hm?' his fingers took a lock of her red hair and looked at it, 'I think you would look really good if you wore them more often. What do you think?'

Mia felt her lips trembling as if she was cold. She hugged the stupid notebook tighter and wish for this to end.

'Hey!' someone shouted and Mia's heart jumpstarted as the disturbance caused Mike to step away a bit to see who it was. She didn't waste time and quickly rushed away from the boy to the field.

'You coming?' asked Isaac Lahey who was standing in the hallway looking at Mia with something in his eyes which made her feel grateful for his interference and yet worried but for a completely different reason as it did when she saw the look in Mike's eyes.

She didn't slow down just stopped for a moment and nodded at Isaac grateful. She didn't know why did she always needed saving, but clearly she had enough volunteers to play heroes at least for now.

On the cold air of morning, Mia managed to calm down and do her job as the assistant. She oddly liked watching lacrosse. She used to like it more when she had Scott and Stiles to talk to but just watching wasn't so bad.

She wasn't a sport fan, but she grew to like lacrosse. She liked helping out coach even if he was sometimes hard to deal with.

She looked up from her notes to notice Scott and Stiles talking about something and looking at their teammates.

Scott brushed the back of his neck. He needed to find the other werewolf. If it wasn't Jackson it had to be someone else. He looked around noticing Mia looking at him and Stiles. She looked so lost on the bench but unlike yesterday she didn't smell so terrified.

He raised his hand and waved at her seeing a small smile pull the corner of her lips and she waved back at him.

He couldn't help to smile himself. He turned back to Stiles. His plan was the stupidest one he even heard but if it meant he would find the other beta he would do it, 'Alright, let's do this.'

The practice was cut short as sheriff Stilinski showed up and took Isaac Lahey away. Rumors followed instantly claiming that the boy's father was death most likely killed by some animal. Animal attacks filled the necrologies of many residents of Beacon Hills.

How simple was it? Someone said animal attack and people around instantly nodded their heads as if it was such a common and ordinary thing as dying because of old age.

After she returned all the notes and things back to coach's desk Mia grabbed her bag and went to wait for the boys in the hallway. She prayed she wouldn't have to speak with Mike again. One encounter was enough to last her for a long time.

In the hallway she could tell that everyone was talking about Isaac. As much as she thought about the boy and how he was doing she couldn't help but feel relieved that people didn't talk about her because of the new sensation. It pinched her to know she was such a person. She didn't know much about Isaac, just that he only had his dad and he often came to school with bruises. She's been to enough practices to know that not all of them were from lacrosse. But it wasn't her secret to tell. Plenty people saw it and no one did anything about it not to mention if Isaac didn't do anything himself others wouldn't be able to interfere.

Mia watched as Scott and Stiles came from the hallway buried in a conversation. She silently tailed along catching bits. She knew they were talking about Isaac.

'If he got angry enough he could kill him.'

'What?!' she asked startled all of the sudden. She realized just then that her friends didn't notice that she was behind them as their eyes widened and they looked like they might as well have been caught.

'Uh, what? No,' said Stiles lamely and Mia raised her brows pointing at him, 'You just said that Isaac could kill his dad? Are you mental? Why?'

'Err, he can be violent?' tried Stiles earning a frown from Mia, 'Name one time he was violent.'

In a silent communication which Mia didn't understand they quickly tried to cover it up, 'Either way, the police has him now so they will surely figure it out.'

Mia pulled her bag higher, 'Alright, we should head to class anyway.'

They nodded and followed her to their first class, Mia's thought drifting back to Isaac until she noticed Mike standing close to some of his friends. When he noticed her gaze he shamelessly winked at the girl. Mia's stomach dropped. She felt the familiar sickness she felt before and she quickly went into the room to hide from the tall's boys cold eyes.

'You alright, Mia?' asked Scott suddenly and she turned around as they went to find seats that were close.

She was confused for a moment how did he even know something was off. She was walking ahead of them. Maybe he noticed Mike as well. She shook her head and smiled a bit before she took a place near the window.

She wished once again for the day to be over so she could hide in her bed and the darkness of her room.

'You went back to jeans I see,' heard Mia as she was changing her books for her next class. Lydia Martin was frowning at the pair of bluish jeans Mia was currently wearing as if the clothing did something to her.

The redhead put her books in the locker without a single word and pretty much ignored the other girl. She noticed that Lydia's had was shaking and her mascara was just a little bit ruined but she was not asking if she was okay. She was done being nice to her.

Lydia frowned confused, 'Is something the matter?'

Me (The honest one): Yeah, I hate that you had such a power over me you made me wear something which made me so uncomfortable.

She gave Lydia her best smile and shook her head, 'Nothing at all.'

Pretending to be sweet was a game girls all around the world play with each other. The key was not to fight it out, it was to look as if you were best friends when you wanted nothing more than to rip each other's throats out.

Mia was good in the game. It was just a part of the act of being alright.

Lydia opened her mouth for a moment. For a moment Mia caught Lydia without a mask. It was a moment she could see that Lydia wasn't just a future prom queen or robot but an actual person. Still the moment was brief as all moments of pure honesty usually are and Lydia smiled at her.

'Well, it is a shame. You should wear skirts more often.'

Mia looked at her, 'Not all of us are good with skirts.'

Lydia titled her head, 'But you could be.'

Since she had a feeling that this conversation was revealing too much, Mia just shook her head, 'No, I couldn't.'

She turned around and walked away leaving the redhead all by herself again the hallway. Mia briefly wondered if it made her a bad person. Clearly Lydia had no one in the moment, and turning her back on her the way she did was a dick move even if they weren't friends, and Mia was sure she was the one who started the rumor all those months ago. Not to mention she successfully humiliated her with the skirt.

Mia shook her head at the idea and just went to her next class.

'Hey, do you want to join us for lunch today?' asked Scott as they were walking down the hallway.

No, she didn't want to join them for lunch today or any other day because she knew that she wouldn't eat and they would ask questions about why she didn't eat.

'Sorry, but I got some homework I need to finish so maybe next time,' she said and brushed her arm a bit.

'Hey, are you really alright?' he asked, 'Also I doubt skipping lunch is a good idea.'

She smiled at him hoping it looked genuine enough, 'Thanks for the concern but I have lunch from home and I really need to finish the homework.' She didn't give him time to argue. As much as being in their presence helped her feel good it also brought her down from time to time. The fact that couldn't spend lunch with them reminded her just how much she wasn't normal. Never really would have been.

Library was quiet in time of lunch so she spent them as long as she could until she had to go to class. She didn't have any homework to finish so she just simply remained sitting behind the shelves silently browsing the internet for more food facts. She was grateful the school had wi-fi.

When she heard the noise from her side, she ignored it and simply stared phone without raising her head.

'You sure we're alone?' asked someone and she blinked looking up.

'Yeah, come here,' said the other boy and then to Mia's horror she heard kissing noises. She sighed and stood up hurrying away. Of course in the process of getting up she accidentally knocked out several books from the shelf next to her foot.

Cursing under her breath she quickly picked them up and started to push them back just as some boy came from the around the corner.

'Uh, h-hi,' he shuttered and Mia quickly stood up smiling at him a tensely wanting to leave only to almost run into Danny Mahealani who appeared from the entrance to the library.

'Hi, Mia,' he said completely calmly before he went to the other boy and kissed him, 'Hi, miss me?'

Mia didn't know what possessed her but she looked to the place she thought she heard the noise. She rushed there only to find another boy standing there looking scared that she saw him. Danny didn't seem to realize what was going on, and Mia had no reason to say anything. They weren't friends and obviously it was none of her business. She turned to look at the boy and Danny before she stormed away. However, that seemed to cause suspicion in Danny because he walked to the place she previous stood.

'Wait, don't-'

She heard as she exited the library. However when she was outside she stopped and turned around listened to some hushed and not so hushed exchanges until she heard a very loud, 'WHATEVER!'

She waited until Danny walked out of the library. He shot her a look and she was sure he was ready to start crying to punch something any moment. Hurt did that to a person. He walked away and she had to wonder later if it wasn't the lack of food which caused her to do what she did next.

She walked after him. Since everyone was pretty much at lunch he found him heading to the locker's room.

Brushing her hair behind her ear she followed him inside. He was sitting in front of his locker his elbows on his knees with his fingers linked he looked as if he was praying. Suddenly standing there she was completely clueless about what she should do.

She couldn't help the inside voice once again reminding her that it was not her business.

Still she found herself sitting down next to him putting her bag next to her legs. Danny didn't even looked at her, but that was alright. She still didn't know what she was doing anyway. As usual.

She was silent next to him the whole time. After a while Danny looked at her and nodded, 'Thanks, Mia.'

She blinked, 'It's nothing. I didn't do anything.'

He nodded and in that moment of understanding Mia felt oddly happier than she did in days.

'For the record if he is cheating on someone like you he is so not worth it.'

Danny nodded, 'Right. It doesn't make me feel better.'

She made a grimace, 'I don't think it's supposed to make you feel better. It's supposed to give you a closure in knowing it was not because of you.'

He looked at her blinking, 'Did it help you?'

She chuckled with an expression which made Danny for a second flinch.

'No.'