"I sent myself."

"They can come if they really want. He knows Stiles is going to be there, right?"

"I'm like a scab. He can pick and pick, but I'm not going anywhere."

"I think I'm missing some interpersonal knowledge here."

"Stiles and Jackson don't really get along."

"We're nemeses. Since kindergarten."

"What happened in kindergarten?"

"I don't know, he took my toys? I took his? Anyway, he didn't let it go."

"I'm not sure that's how I'd describe it."

"And how would you describe it?"

"Stiles and Jackson are over-dramatic drama queens, except Stiles had a habit of biting."

"He didn't start the biting until later."

"So it's all bullshit kid stuff."

"I'm uninviting myself. You guys can have fun."

"Probably best, yeah."

"So, um, that sounds like it'll work."

"I hope Jackson's not as competitive about bowling as he is about everything else. I'll win."

"I might be up there with my competitiveness, so watch out. I'll get my cousin to drive us. Here's my number, text me your addresses." She writes it down and hands it to Scott... and then another to Stiles. "And if you change you mind."

"If you want to guarantee me and Jackson don't spend the night sniping at each other, I'm staying home."

"See you tomorrow."

"It's cool, we can all hang out together at my and Diaz' Halloween party. Spend some quality time."

"Okay. See you later."

"Later." She goes back and sits next to Matt. "Look at me being all polite. I'm growing as a person." 

"It's a start. I missed you."

He doesn't kiss her, because he has some semblance of self-control.