The following day has class as usual, their fears of Argent discovery not having caused anything unexpected overnight.
Stiles, meanwhile, is still talking.
In a bit.
"I'm sorry about that," she tells Scott.
"It's not your fault. And what you said got her off my back. Hopefully until Jackson recovers."
She sighs. "I'll see if I can't win the game for us without making it too obvious."
"...actually, she's only interested in me because I started getting surprisingly good recently. You're new, if you can keep up with Jackson from the beginning, everyone will believe you're just that good."
"I said I hadn't played lacrosse before, but maybe."
"Natural talent. You don't have asthma, you haven't been sitting on the bench for years...it's believable."
"I guess. Anyway, gonna go check up on Stiles."
Stiles is here, having an argument that threatens to last right up until the bell.
"-because you got a girlfriend? Because he's suddenly good at lacrosse? What's wrong with you?"
...she approaches them uncertainly.
"Fine. Have a nice life."
She waves at Ade.
...she waves back.
"What was that about?"
"She's annoyed because we stopped hanging out. If I'd known she'd flip out like this, we never would have started."
"...well it is reasonable to be annoyed by someone not wanting to hang out with you anymore. Why did you stop?"
"We have other stuff on our plate. It's not like we're friends."
"Recent events? Scott's furry little problem?"
"And... that means you don't hang out together anymore?"
"Yeah? He's not really acting normal, and we're not going to tell her."
"Oh. Not keen on covering it up? He should get better at it with practice."
"Meena wasn't really his friend. I'm not keen on covering it up; we used to spend our time mocking everyone and bitterly complaining about everything, and that's harder when I can't tell her anything."
"Yeah, that makes sense, I guess. Did she have a crush on you?"
"No? I don't think so? Why would- how would I know?"