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The Unexpected

Chapter Two: The Handbook That No One Else Got

[partially re-written]


The gas station was surprisingly cold, since she imagined the inside would be some kind of haven from the cold and wet dampness of outside. There was only one worker in the establishment and he was leaning up against the counter behind the register, watching the small TV that was hanging on the wall, his back to her. He was tall, surly, and young, probably around 25, Cara guessed. He had dark hair and heavy stubble around his jaw. He was also wearing a shirt with the Gas-N-Sip official logo printed on the back and she assumed the front too. He didn't notice her come in.

Cara wanted to ask to borrow their phone, but decided to just wait out the rain instead. If it didn't let up in a half an hour, she would ask to use it. So the blonde walked around between the aisles, looking at the outrageous prices of the cheaply made food. She could practically smell the stale coffee inside the brewers and the day old hot dogs rotating under the bright heat lamps. Her mouth watered. It wasn't until then she realized she was hungry. She did happen to be in the middle of her makeshift dinner when Steve decided to throw his bitch fit.

Her coat was still soaked, despite being in Stiles' jeep for a while, and her toes were going numb from exposure. Would it kill anyone to turn on God damn the heat?. Cara thought as her toes instinctively curled into her foot.

She was sifting through the candy, looking for a small, inconspicuous bar she could possibly eat without causing a scene, when a voice made her nearly drop the potential stolen good.

"Are you going to buy something?" The clerk asked her. Cara looked up defensively, putting down the candy bar to lock eyes with the cashier. "Or just look for something to steal?"

"I don't have any money," she admitted sheepishly. "So, I guess I can't buy anything."

"Well, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he droned, looking the least bit interested. Cara sighed, walking up to the counter slowly. Her shoes obnoxiously slapping the ground with each step.

"It's pouring outside, man," she argued, folding her arms over her chest. "I just need to wait until the rain stops and then I'm gone."

"Unless you buy something, you can't stay on the premises."

"I already told you I don't have any money! What do you want from me?" Cara asked defensively.

"For you to leave."

"Oh my-look," She said, leaning against the counter across from him. "I've had a bit of a rough night, alright? And I would appreciate it if you could cut me some slack. I just need to wait for the rain to let up and I'll be out of your hair." The clerk didn't look like he was going to give up. "Unless I could use your phone," she added hopefully.

"Only employees can use that," he stated. Well, someone's gunning for employee of the month.

"Your boss isn't here, is he?" Cara asked, knowing the answer was going to be no.

"Well, no, but-"

"But nothing. I need to use your phone. Please." Cara looked at the guy, using her most undignified, pity-inducing, gut-twisting, pout face. The last time she needed to use it was when she was ten and her mom wouldn't let her go to Boyd's house. It worked perfectly then, like she hoped it would right now.

He let out a sigh, clearly defeated by the manipulative blonde. "Fine, but you get two minutes. After that, I want you gone." A relieved smile swooped onto her face as she rushed behind the counter and picked up the black phone on the wall. She quickly punched in Boyd's number, hoping he would answer this time.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hey, this is Boyd. Um, sorry I missed your-"

The blonde slammed her finger on the hook, ending the call. The one time she really needed him, he wouldn't answer his damn phone. Typical. Cara sighed. She knew the clock was ticking so she fiddled to dial her mother's cell phone number. She just hoped she wasn't at the bar and totally hammered yet.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Rin-

"Hello?" Susan answered on the fourth ring. Cara exhaled in relief.

"Hey mom."

"Cara? Why are you calling? Is everything okay?" Cara had to pull the phone back and stare at it in surprise for a split second. My mother? Showing concern? For me? Not possible.

"Um, well, not really," she admitted, almost shamefully. She knew that the second she told her mother about what happened, it was over. Her mom would take Steve's side in a split second and there really was little that she could about it. "You see, me and-and, well Steve, we had a bit of a-a bit of a fight."

"What did you do this time to piss him off?" Her mom asked, accusingly.

"I didn't do anything, mom! It was Steve, he-he kicked me out. We got into an argument and he got butt hurt and kicked me out like a spoiled, little child! It's pouring outside mom, and he kicked me out!" Cara tried desperately to keep her cool. But she could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest with apprehension.

"'Oh no, mom, I didn't do anything!'" Susan mocked into the receiver. "It sure sounds like you did, Corkscrew!" The woman was fed up. Her daughter and her husband just could not get along.

"I did my homework, mom! And he yelled at me for doing it at the table. I pointed out that all of his shit was in my room and he-"

"You did what?!" Her mother cut her off. "Cara, how could you say that?! He is as much apart of this family as you are and you have no right to accuse him of taking up your room he is-"

"Thirty seconds!" The clerk yelled making her pull the phone away from her ear while her mother continued to scream at her.

"Gimme a minute!"

"-he pays the bills for us and he supports us and puts food on the table! You have no right to tell him to get his shit out of your room! Technically it's his room because he is the one who pays the bills and makes sure our lights stay on!"

"Mom, how are you blaming this on me? Steve has never liked me, okay? You are just blind to that because you think he's such a great fucking person. Like he's some sort of saint because he puts up with us. Because he pays our bills and sits on his ass all day not doing a God damn thing. Well, he's not a saint, mom! He's not!" Cara screamed into the receiver, ignoring the impatient clerk who was standing directly behind her. Her two minutes were up.

"And what makes you think he isn't a saint, huh? He puts up with you all day!"

"The man kicked your only child out onto the street, in the rain and cold and dark, at ten o'clock at night, alone, and you're asking why I think he is a bad person? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Time's up." The worker said impatiently from behind her.

"Gimme a fucking second, alright!"

"Who are you yelling at, Cara?"

"No one, mom! I just-" she stopped, inhaling a long breath before letting it out and responding. "I just wish you would put your child before your husband sometimes, mom."

"Maybe if my child got off her ass and helped with money, I would." Susan cared for her daughter. She gave birth to her. She raised her, even after her dad left. But, times were tough. Susan did what she needed to support herself and Cara. She married Steve for the mere fact that he could provide for them. Give them a house. Food. Clothes. Things they needed. She wasn't an evil woman, not completely. Everyone thought she was. And despite her bad decisions, she loved Cara. But, Susan was not good at showing it. Quite the opposite, actually.

"Wow, mom." Cara almost burst into tears right then and there. She always knew her mom didn't care as much as other moms did. But, she never thought she would say something like that.

"Now, Cara, don't get all upset-"

"I'm not upset, mom. I'm glad you could finally tell me how you really feel."

The blonde slammed the phone back onto the hook, trying to hold back her tears in front of the employee. She would not let this break her. This moment was to be stored away, locked in the dark depths of her mind. Her mother was a slimy piece of filth and no matter what Cara tried to do or say, nothing would change that. She needed to accept it. If only it was that easy.

The clerk stood idly by. He had heard the whole exchange since he was standing so close. The burly man didn't have the heart to tell her to leave at this point, though. He might have been a tough guy, but throwing a girl out of the store, who presumably had no where else to go, was heartless. Even he wasn't that cold blooded.

"Look, miss-"

"Sorry, I was just leaving," she said quickly, turning away from the phone to hasten out of the store without looking at the man. She didn't know where she was going to go. There was no way in hell that she was going to go back to the trailer right now. The only place she could think of was Boyd's.

Cara figured that she would go there, and ask to stay the night. Plain and simple. Surely the people she grew to know like a second family wouldn't turn her away. Especially after they saw how much she looked like a drowned rat. Surely Boyd isn't too busy with whatever was keeping him from his phone to help her out.


The tiny girl raised her hand to rap on the glass screen door of Boyd's house. She couldn't keep her foot from bouncing underneath her. She didn't see any cars in the driveway, but she hoped someone was still home. After she stood there for a few minutes, and there was still no answer to her constant knocking, she sighed in defeat.

When she was halfway down the steps, she heard the squeak of the screen door opening. Her head snapped around to look at who was behind the door.

Boyd was confused to see the blonde standing on his steps. It was almost ten o'clock at night and they both had school to go to tomorrow. His ass was fast asleep before she started pounding on his door.

"Cara?" His brows furrowed in befuddlement as he looked at the trembling, soaked girl below him. "What are you-" Cara ran up the steps to engulf Boyd in her small arms. He was caught off guard, but he immediately knew something was wrong. "Whoa. What happened?"

"I really don't want to talk about it right now." She grumbled, looking up into the chocolaty eyes of her best friend. Despite being a complete spit-fire, she only had two soft spots. And one was standing in front of her, hugging her tight and firm. He was her rock, always has been. And despite him not answering his phone earlier tonight, she chalked it all up to being busy with homework or sleeping or other things she didn't care to think about at the moment. She felt guilty for asking so much of him, for a place to stay for the night. But, she simply had no where else to go. "Um- I actually have a huge favor to ask." He raised him eyebrows curiously.

"And that is..."

"Can I stay here," she waited a beat, watching him, "tonight? Just tonight, I promise." Boyd bit his lip, thinking.

"I don't know. My parents are out of town, I don't know when they'll be back. Why?" Although her optimistic approach deflated from under her, she answered his question honestly.

"Me and my mom- we had a fight. Well, she told me that since I don't pay the bills, I don't rank importance over Steve." Boyd sighed. He knew this was going to happen. Cara constantly put herself in these situations. She was always trying to get her mom to pick her over Steve, even though they both knew that Susan never would. Susan was a bitch. Boyd knew it. Cara knew it. Steve knew it. Hell, everyone knew it.

Although the boy knew that Cara subjected herself to this, he didn't blame her. Because all Cara wanted was a mother. Every time Cara scraped Susan off the floor and put her in bed after a particularly rough night at the bar, or reminded her to pick up the groceries, or tried to scream some sense into her at the bingo hall, all she was really doing was grappling for a mother who cared. And how could he blame her for that? Even though he knew she was going to get hurt, and she knew it too, he couldn't get her to let go.

"Jesus Cara, I-I'm sorry," he muttered sincerely. "Susan is a bitch. She doesn't deserve what you do for her. Ever." Cara nodded, smiling sadly up at Boyd. "I'll go call my parents, I'll be right back." He let go of the girl to turn back and go into the house.

After a few minutes of Cara staring blankly at a potted plant near his stairs, Boyd came back outside with a relieved smile on his face.

"It's good, you can stay. But only for tonight." The blonde mentally rejoiced, following the tall, dark boy into his house. "I fought tooth and nail for you, Cara. They almost said no, but then I offered to take on extra chores. And I already have a lot as it is. You're lucky I love you." Cara snorted, being careful that her shoes didn't click too loud in the quiet house.

"Ah shucks, Tiny, you're gonna make me blush." Boyd shook his head as he lead the blonde to his room. "I'll help with the chores if you want. I mean, it's not like I don't do everything at my house, anyways. I'm used to bit of free labor. Sissy."

"Hey, watch it Curly," Boyd said, mock threateningly. Cara laughed as they walked into his bedroom. She had been in it many times over the years, a witness to the changes it had undergone as Boyd grew older. Swapping out super hero sheets for a plain solid blue color. The amounts of action figures and toy trucks that littered the floor slowly ebbed away and eventually, was just clothes and books and other odd things. Or, the disposal of his race car bed in the second grade. Admittedly, Cara was more upset about that departure than Boyd was.

Boyd dug in his drawers to find some spare clothes for the girl while her clothes dried. He found her some sweats and one of his smaller t-shirts. Although it would still be too large, it would have to do.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower," Cara said, accepting the clothes that Boyd had offered.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast. You need to tell me everything that happened tonight first." The boy said, gesturing to the chair that was in the corner of the room. The blonde sighed as she reluctantly took a seat, watching as Boyd sat down on his bed so that he was facing her.

"It's a long story," Cara said passively. Boyd shrugged, looking at her with impatience.

"I've got plenty of time."

"Did you paint in here? It looks nice." The girl was trying to change the subject desperately, prolonging the inevitable. Boyd only looked at her, annoyance dancing behind his dark eyes. She sighed again. "Okay. Well, after you left today, to go to work, I went down to the bingo hall."

"Cara," Boyd let out an exasperated breath. "I always tell you not to do that."

"I know, I know." Cara waved him off, rolling her eyes. "But, I had to. She was supposed to pick up food after the bar tonight and I had to make sure she didn't waste all the money on bingo first."

"She did, didn't she?"

"Of course, she did," the curly headed girl answered. "And, of course, I yelled at her. She literally told me that after she won we could go grocery shopping. There was ten people there, Boyd. Even if she did win, it wouldn't be enough to buy a whole meal. Let alone go shopping for all the things we need." She rubbed her forehead, recalling the event from earlier that day vividly. "I couldn't even look at her. I went home, cleaned, took a nap, got some dinner, and then started my homework. And since my room is where Steve's over flow goes, I didn't have room at my desk to do my homework. So I did it at the dinner table. Steve got all pissy. We got into a fight. And then, he kicked me out."

"Are you serious?" Boyd cut in. He felt anger growing in his body, making his hands clench. He always hated Steve, hearing about the things he did to Cara and her mom. Even though he had a rather large dislike for the woman, the shit he did was unacceptable. Steve was a dick. Has been since he scooted into their lives three years ago.

"Yeah," Cara answered. "So, since obviously I'm not about to beg on my hands and knees to stay, I stormed out."

"Then you came here?" Boyd asked.

"Uh, well, not exactly." She said, remembering all the things that lead her to this house. Boyd looked at her curiously, one of his brows raised. "I tried calling you, a lot. But I dropped my phone in a fucking storm drain. Crazy, right?"

"Yeah, sorry about that, I went to bed at like eight thirty."

"It's fine. You're fine." Cara wasn't about to blame Boyd for getting a good night's sleep. That's what she wished she was doing right then. "Do you know who, uh, Stiles Stilinski is?" She continued her story.

"Vaguely. Him and that other kid hang out. Scott, I think," Boyd answered. The name didn't ring a bell to Cara so she simply shrugged.

"I guess, I don't know. Well, he saw me on the side of the road. He stopped to help-"

"And you got into the car with a complete stranger?" Boyd offered accusingly. Cara shrugged guiltily.

"Come on Boyd, the kid is harmless," she stated, rolling her eyes to the ceiling.

"That "kid"," he used air quotations for emphasis, "is the same age as us. And you don't know him. He could have been a psycho looking for a helpless vitcim to mame and kill."

"I'm not helpless Boyd. Have you forgotten who was able to take you down with two hits and one kick?"

"I let you take me down, first of all. Second of all, that was five years ago. I hadn't hit puberty yet and I'm positive that was the last year you were taller than me. And third of all, he could have had a gun. Or a knife. You aren't invincible Cara." The blonde's thoughts on her abilities always made Boyd nervous. She could have been cornered, out gunned and out numbered, and she would have thought she had a chance to take her opponents down. He was waiting for when she mindlessly walked into a no-win situation and come out dead.

"Oh stop your worrying Tiny, I'm fine aren't I?" She asked him, giving him a smile. He couldn't help but smile back, pushing his worries aside to hear the rest of her story. "So, anyways. He gave me a ride to a gas station. And there, I used a phone. Called my mom. Told her what happened. And of course, she picked Steve over me. What's new?"

Boyd sighed, standing to embrace the small girl. She stood too, walking into his outstretched arms. "My parents've been at some casino or something since Saturday."

"They didn't see you off on your first day of school?" She asked, pulling back to look up at the young man. He sighed, shaking his head and releasing the girl.

"You know my parents, you know they don't care about that kind of stuff. You've seen one first day, you've seen 'em all." Cara clicked her tongue and tried not to let her anger seem too obvious. Boyd was the beset person she knew and he deserved so much better than the parents he was stuck with.

"Those slimy, low life, waste of space, neglectful pieces of-"

"Go take a shower, Curly." He said, shoving her out into the hall towards the bathroom. She inhaled through her nose and decided to just let if go, for Boyd's sake. She saluted the tall boy as she walked backwards.

"Yes, sir."


"Stop staring, Cara."

"Why should I?"

"Because he's never going to have sex with you."

"Who says?"

"He does."

"I can assure you, I have never heard him say that."

"Yeah, because you've never had a conversation with him."

"It's more of an unspoken connection, really."

"Cara," Boyd warned as they sat at their lunch table. Cara sighed, finally looking away from intensly staring at the back of Jackson Whittemore's head. It was obvious that Cara was physically attracted to the boy. Well, it was obvious to Boyd at least. "Why do you like him so much, anyways? He is a complete ass hat."

"He is a physically perfect ass hat," she remarked, quickly glancing at him again. "His eyes are like swimming pools and his jaw line could cut glass."

"You're pathetic." Cara shrugged, turning back to her food.

"It's not like I want to date the guy. Just have meaningless sex with him. Because, you're right, he is a total douche, but, he's a hot douche." Boyd shook his head, putting his plastic fork down next to his tray.

"I will never understand the obsession that you have with that guy."

"Oh hush it, Tiny," she said, taking a bite of her Macaroni and Cheese. "It doesn't help that I have a compulsive need to beat Lydia Martin at everything she does. Including her love conquests."

"I have a feeling it would be easier to do that if you actually put effort into something. Or, I don't know, did something." Cara rolled her eyes. "We do owe her for our comfortably isolated lives, you know."

"Yeah yeah. I was hot shit when I put the barbie head in that girl's lunch box. Then this little fucking red head comes along and climbs all the way across the monkey bars without falling or taking a break. That bitch." She snarled, stabbing a noodle with her spork. "And I would hardly call it comfortable, Boyd. Our lives suck."

"Jeez, good to know you don't sugar-coat things for my benefit."

"Boyd, your parents barely acknowledge your existence. That was proven the other day when your parents decided to go to a casino instead of seeing their child off on his first day of sophomore year. And they still haven't come back." He shrugged apathetically, staring gloomily at his tray. "Hell, my mom doesn't give a damn about me. And as far as I know, my dad's still at the corner store buying a carton of cigarettes."

"At least you don't have to have a job to live, Cara. At least Steve is willing to pay for your food and clothes and shelter. Even when you give him hell every time he opens his mouth." Irritation flooded the blonde's veins.

"He deserves every bit I give him, and you know it," she uttered, giving him a menacing look.

"I'm not saying he doesn't. I'm saying that he could very well leave you to fend for yourself. You could have to work to get the things you need." He said, unwavering. Cara shrank under his eyes. She did realize how lucky she was compared to Boyd. Her demeanor became impish.

"Sorry," She murmured, taking a bite from the small cup of salad on her tray. He waved her off.

"Both of our lives suck equally, Cara."

"Good to know you don't sugar-coat things for my benefit."


The two teens made their way from the school. The blonde had a detention to get to, but stolidly decided to walk with her best friend to the parking lot to talk before she was going to report to it.

They passed the lacrosse field on their way. The team was all huddled around Coach Finstock while he yelled animatedly at them. The two stopped to watch the scene. There were over thirty guys on the field and the stands were decently filled to watch the practice.

"You should play lacrosse," Cara declared, still watching.

"Yeah, right," he said, dismissing the statement as if it was the most absurd thing he had ever heard.

"I heard there's going to be a scrimmage tomorrow. You could probably still join," she said nonchalantly, apathetically shrugging.

"Not happening."

"No, I'm being serious." She pressed, looking over at Boyd after the coach yelled encouragingly at the group of players, causing them in turn to eagerly reply and disperse among the field. "It's the perfect way for you to break out of that isolated cocoon and transform into a social butterfly."

"Please, tell me you're joking."

"Well, it didn't hurt for me to try," she said, deflated. They watched the game for a moment longer before Boyd spoke up.

"Are you coming to my house again tonight or are you finally gonna go home?" Boyd asked, glancing at the blonde. She sighed, leaning her hands against the chain link fence that enclosed the field. She had stayed at Boyd's every night this week. His parents were still away, leaving the house vacant besides Boyd. She had to borrow his clothes, since all hers were at home. She was wearing one of his shirts today, in fact. And her jeans from the night she showed up at his house.

"I don't know."

"Well, let me know. You're lucky I have neglectful parents or you would have to face reality a lot sooner."

She chuckled wryly, letting go of the metal partition. "I'm lucky I've got you, ya big lug." Her eyes went to the tall boy beside her.

"Don't get all mushy on me now, Curly," he said, shaking off the brief moment of affection. "Anyways, don't you have a detention to get to?" Boyd asked, turning the conversation on her. She nodded, orbiting her eyes back to the field.

"Harrison can wait a few more minutes before he's graced with my presence." Cara's eyes were on the game, but she had no idea what was actually happening. She had a hard time keeping up with the ball and there were so many players, she couldn't differentiate between them.

"Ouch," Both her and Boyd muttered as they watched a poor kid get hammered to the ground.

"Now, doesn't that look like fun?" Cara offered, looking back to Boyd. He snorted and rolled his eyes to the heavens, turning to walk away from the field and continue towards the parking lot that would ultimately lead him to his bus stop. She stood in her spot by the fence, knowing he would turn around. His head yawed from it's direction before his feet hit asphalt to address the petite blonde.

"Get to detention, Curly."

"As you wish, Tiny."


"Tomorrow, same time, Miss Rodgers," Harrison said, looking levelly at the small girl who stood in front of his desk. "And don't waste time spectating lacrosse practice next time. They have plenty of viewers already, you will not make a difference."

"Of course not, Mister Harrison." Cara had spent the last hour sitting in the front row of his classroom, alone. Since it was only the first week, she wasn't surprised that she was the only one who had detention in Harrison's class. She had been completely silent, unmoving. She acted as a decorative piece, seen and not heard. It sent the biology teacher's teeth on edge.

"You are free to go then, Miss Rodgers." She nodded, quickly backing away from his desk, picking up her book bag, and retreating from his classroom. There were a few students lingering around the halls, undeterred by the hour. Some were talking to teachers, some were combing through their lockers, some were mingling among other students. There was one though, that was carrying a large stack of books in his pale arms.

Destiny decided to jump into action at that moment, once again, like clock work.

Stiles lost grip on the books and they begun to slip from his grasp. He desperately grappled to keep them from falling to the tiled floor of the hallway. But, his efforts were futile as they crashed to the ground anyways. He looked sadly at the pile of lycanthropy and mythological creatures books on the floor for a moment before slumping to his knees to start to pick them up again. He didn't notice the girl who dropped to help until they both reached for the same hardcover. Their fingers only brushed for a split second before Stiles flinched his hand away from the contact, startled. His eyes snapped up to look at the charitable person.

Cara Rodgers.

She wasn't fazed by his befuddlement, and continued to gather his books for him. He only watched her, her crazy blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She adorned a large navy blue t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh and under those she was wearing a pair of dark jeans. She was wearing the same Carhartt that she was the night they met, too. Her features were passive as she piled the last book on top of the stack. Lycanthropes, Incubi and Other Dark Creatures of the Past, Present and Future. Instead of questioning it, she delicately pushed his books towards him slightly.

"Uh, th-thanks," he stuttered, snapping himself back to reality. She looked up at him, keeping her indifferent expression present on her face.

"No thanks needed," she stated. She was going to accept his thanks with a warm smile, to ease his jumpiness. But thought better of it. "You helped me, so I guess I owe you."

"Nah," He brushed it off with a shrug, trying to recover from his not-so-suave fumble moments before. "You-you don't owe me anything. I was only doing my civic duty." He smiled at her, trying to get a response.

"Actually, I do owe you, Stilinski. It's no one's 'civic duty' to help a neurotic, hysterical mess on the side of road. Especially when it's me." Stiles' smile widened, she remembered my name. Most people barely care to recall the unique name. Lydia sure didn't. But, Cara Rodgers was not most people, apparently.

"Being the sheriff's son and all, my 'civic duty' means I have all sorts of responsibilities. Helping a-" He stopped himself from saying dansal in distress, fearing it would offend her. "-person in need is, like, the first page of the handbook." The blonde rolled her eyes and stood from the ground. Stiles remembered that they were, in fact, still kneeling on the floor. So he quickly scrambled to stand up, taking his stack of peculiar books into his hands with him.

Cara tried not to let the fact that the sheriff's son was standing in front of her derail her. "Well, sheriff's son or not, I don't like owing people. So, expect good deeds to keep coming, sir." Stiles grinned over his handful at the blonde. The left corner of her lips glitched up ever so slightly at his compromised position, at his head peeking over the top of the stack.

"I'll keep my eyes open," He said.

Remembering what the books in his hands were actually for, the grin on his face promptly dropped. Cara almost got whiplash from his brisk change. "I-I gotta go." He muttered quickly. A hand that was holding his books awkwardly waved under the restrictions of the pile, causing him to almost drop them all again. She waved back reluctantly, watching him scramble away from her and out of the school.

The blonde stood there for a moment, rooted in her place in the middle of the hallway. Her eyes were glued to the door that the frantic boy had busted through in his haste exit.

Crap.

This can't be happening.

No. No. No. No. No.

There's no way I am starting to want to be friends with Stiles Stilinski.

He is completely spastic.

Absolutely unbearable.

A total dork.

But he has his moments.

No he doesn't, he is a dweeb 100% of the time.

And he is really sweet

No, no he isn't. He makes me nausuas.

And his eyes remind you of maple syrup.

Yeah; sticky, gooey, and annoying.

And he pulls off his buzz cut surprisingly well.

No, it looks like a barber went ham on his poor head.

His cute head.

His annoying head.

His adorable head.

His nerdy head.

His-

She was knocked out of her thoughts by a kid shoving past her to run down the hallway and up the stairs. Cara shook her head, trying to forget that this even happened. The girl continued to exit the school and reluctantly walk in the direction of Boyd's house.


A/N

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