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“Scotty. Scott. Scottscottscottscottsco—”
“What, Stiles?” Scott says. He should probably stop hanging upside-down on the monkey bars soon; his face is starting to feel all hot and tingly.
“I found her,” Stiles sighs, plopping down on the mulch.
“Found who?”
“The girl I’m going to marry.”
Scott groans, getting his hands back up on the bar so he can flip right side-up again and drop to the ground. “I don’t think you’re even allowed to get married until you’re old. Like, twenty.” He pokes his face to make sure it’s still attached.
“S’okay,” Stiles says, gazing off into the distance. “I can wait. I should probably get a car first, anyway.”
“Why do you need a car?”
“To take her out on dates,” Stiles says, staring at Scott like he’s got three heads. Or maybe just one really big, red one. Honestly, Scott is feeling a little dizzy.
“Just have your mom drive you.”
“Scotty, Scotty, Scotty,” Stiles intones, shaking his head sadly. “You don’t know anything about girls.”
Scott does too know about girls! His mom is one! Though he’s not entirely sure Stiles would count her, so he just crosses his arms over his chest. “Okay, so where is she?”
Stiles gets that stupid grin back on his face and points across the playground. Scott turns to see a girl with bright red hair talking to Jackson, the biggest jerk in the whole school. He doesn’t know the girl, but if she’s friends with Jackson, he definitely doesn’t want Stiles to marry her. “That girl?”
“Just watch.”
Oh, so the girl isn’t so much talking to Jackson as she is yelling at him. That’s when Scott notices a boy on the ground near Jackson’s feet. It’s Isaac, one of the boys Jackson likes to pick on. He’s sure not picking on Isaac now, though, especially when the red-headed girl reaches out and shoves Jackson so hard he almost falls over.
Scott’s eyes go wide. “Can I marry her, too?”
Stiles looks mortally offended. “No way!” He doesn’t seem to be able to stay made when he looks back at the girl, though. “You can be my best man, though.”
“What’s her name?”
That one seems to stump Stiles. “I… don’t know.”
“You should probably find that out if you’re going to marry her.”
“Scott, you’re brilliant!” Stiles says, popping up off the ground. “I’m gonna go ask her right now.”
He runs toward the girl before Scott can suggest that maybe he should brush the mulch off his butt first.