He lets himself reach the floor. He just needs time to actually assimilate what just fucking happen. So now a vampire was after his ass? A freaking vampire? That doesn’t look good for him. Not at all. So he just leans his back against the wall. He can feel the pain on his neck, oh yeah, he can feel it and it freaking hurts. But his body doesn’t seem to want to move, so he just keeps still and quiet, letting the blood  reach the floor.

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The rain finally ended, so Stiles was able to move again. He was just taking his clothes of, when he saw the Adderall in his desk. He took it like it like it was water, reaching, after that, his phone.

"Wow, look how popular I am, Scott, Dad, Scott’s mom…" He sended a text to Scott, hoping he was not again thinking about Allison. 

After that, and with his pajamas on, he just throws himself on the bed with his laptop, ready for some funny videos.

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Long day.
He was driving back home in his jeep. He was tired. Sometimes the pack just forgot about him being human. He had cuts and bruises all over his body. He wasn’t a fucking werewolf, so he couldn’t heal so fast.

It started raining. Fucking great. When the jeep was parked, Stiles ran to the front door. When he was in the house, he noticed that his father wasn’t at home. He went upstairs heavily, carrying his bag with him. He hated rainy days. They remembered him his mother. Her smile. The way she called Stiles. Everything. And that hurts.

He didn’t have homework that day. So, even if his clothes were wet, he sat on a corner on the bed, waiting for the rain to stop.

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Long day.

He was was driving back home in his jeep. He was tired. Sometimes the pack just forgot about him being human. He had cuts and bruises all over his body. He wasn’t a fucking werewolf, so he couldn’t heal so fast. 

It started raining. Fucking great. When the jeep was parked, Stiles ran to the front door. When he was in the house, he noticed that his father wasn’t at home. He went upstairs heavily, carrying his bag with him. He hated rainy days. They remembered him his mother. Her smile. The way she called Stiles. Everything. And that hurts.

He didn’t have homework that day. So, even if his clothes were wet, he sat on a corner on the bed, waiting for the rain to stop

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