"Happy Birthday !" I exclaimed, grinning at Stiles who was struggling with his locker at the moment.

He turned to me, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Thank you... and... you are...?" he asked.

I opened my mouth, and closed it immediately. He didn't know me. I should have known this but Gosh, that stung. I took a glance at Stuart, who stood right behind his brother, eyes wide.

"You... you don't know me?" I stated, my smile slowly fading away.

He raised an eyebrow at me, obviously confused.

"Should I?"

I bit my lip, and quickly shook my head.

"Absolutely not." I answered with a fake smile.

With that I turned around and I ran. Well, I didn't really run. But I wanted to, oh God it was my deepest wish. I heard Stuart call after me, but I didn't even bother to stop and wait for him. I was too busy to think about a place where I could curl up in a ball and die, right now. Not like anyone would actually care.

Not like he would even notice.