21

                                    

                                          
As I laid in bed, tossing and turning, all I could think about was how Stiles didn't seem to trust me with whatever was going in. 
What was so secretive that he couldn't trust me? 
Was there something I did that made him not trust me? 
... 
The next day at school was even weirder. 
Stiles and I barely talked. 
Scott seemed... almost strung out. 
So did Jackson... and Isaac. 
I mean, I understand Isaac, with his whole father situation, but everyone else... 
Something weird was going on. 
It got even worse when the cops pulled Isaac from practice after school. 
As Stiles and I sat in his jeep, silence consumed the two of us the whole ride to his house. 
We sat in his driveway, both of us staring directly ahead. 
"What's going to happen to Isaac?" I broke the silence. 
Stiles swallowed hard. 
"I think they're holding him. I would have to ask my dad." He tried to answer simply. 
I glanced at him for a moment, I could see he was hiding something from me. 
I let out a long sigh. 
"You know more, you're just not telling me." I mumbled. 
"What makes you say that?" Stiles tried to argue. 
"I can see it in your eyes. Why don't you trust me?" 
"Look, it's just different. I-I just don't want to scare you. I don't want to scare you off." Stiles admitted. 
I turned to him. 
He was already looking at me. 
"Just like how I don't want you to see my house?" I raised my eyebrows at him. 
Stiles leaned his head back against the seat. 
"Yeah, exactly." Stiles replied softly. 
The feeling of us in this situation gutted me from the inside out. 
We were both stubborn and didn't want to hurt each other, which is a blessing and a curse. 
We were just going to keep going back and forth like this until one of us throws in the towel and walks away. 
I couldn't let that happen. 
I knew I liked Stiles, cared for him. 
I wasn't going to throw it all away. 
"What if I let you see my house? Would you tell me?" I gutted up the courage to finally say. 
Stiles sat up at what I said, surprised by the words that came out of my mouth. 
I didn't like the idea of him seeing my house and how I lived, but I was willing to try anything and everything to make this work. 
Stiles took a moment to digest what I had said. 
He looked at me with a soft gaze, as he slowly nodded his head 'yes'. 
And without either of us saying a word, he started the jeep up and began driving down the road. 
Both of our stomachs sat in our throats.