Any lingering bliss she'd had from Stiles's kiss was gone, replaced with the sound of blood pounding in her ears at his anger. She wanted to slam the door and lock it, to call Stiles and tell him to come back, but the way Matt moved made it impossible for her to do just that. Rather than backing down, she channeled everything that had been screaming for her to run into facing him.

"Why wouldn't I think you were Stiles? Seeing as he was just here and you weren't. Besides, we broke up, Matt - you don't get to tell me who I can and can't hang out with anymore."

She placed one hand on her hip as the other rested against the door, doing her best to keep her breathing even and hide the fact that her hands were shaking. She tried to use a firm tone, stand her ground. She began to push the door shut as she spoke. She needed him gone and out of her life forever.

"Now, you need to go. Seriously, I'm not joking."