Stiles curls up on the ground of the Argent’s basement, trying to protect his ribs and head as the kicks continued to hit him, he whimpers a little when he hears Gerard talking and hesitantly looks up when he hears footsteps moving away. The old hunter was walking away from him, up to the house. He looks back at the teenager on the floor and sneers at him before closing and locking the door.
Stiles tries to uncurl from his ball but whines as pain shoots through him causing him to bite back a cry and curl back into the ball that he had found shelter from the hits to his stomach and ribs
Stiles had never imagined when they were younger that things would end up like this between them. They’d been best friends once.
Now? Erica was with a new crowd–popular and loved, and rarely even looked in his direction.
Well, until they were partnered up for a school project that went from a fight, to a messy make out session–and then more–only for Eric to deny that it happened the Monday after.
And now? Now Erica had the audacity to show up to his house and demand why he was now dating Malia–the girl she’d always hated.
“Why do you care? How does ANY aspect of my life effect you?” He demanded, as he tried to close his bedroom door on her–of course his dad let her in before he left for the station. He didn’t know about everything that had happened. Stiles didn’t talk about her.
“Can’t say I’m all to excited about these tests. They won’t be able to find anything about me being a werewolf, will they?” He looked up at Erica wondering. He was nervous and knew his mom was going to be there but still he was nervous.
Kira felt relieved that the news that Erica and her where officially together was out there. She had a tad of problems freaking out and thinking people would dislike them and their band for their choice, but things only go better and right now, there was nothing that could ruin this. “Either way they were going to find out…Is not like I can keep to myself everything I feel for you” she said, her cheeks heating up, but thankfully it was night so it wouldn’t be so noticeable and the sidewalk was only lightened up by a light post every now and then.
Her body tensed at the sight of a male in front of them, and she tried to warn Erica, but the male was already close to them. Her brown eyes widened as big as they could as she recognized who it was. “Derek!? What….Why…?” She stammered as she glared at him, her breath hitching as she looked at him, holding Erica’s hand a tad too tight.
Stiles is tired of protesting really he thinks as they put new bag up to his IV , as they smile and write down some new things on their clipboards. He lifts his arms when he has to, speaks and is silent when they are asking him too.
They will probably note that down as a change too, just because he is usually full of banter or protest, he doesn’t just sit and take it. It might worry them, it’s not like he cares, today he is just tired and wants to be left in peace.
And he thinks he can get this, but soon after the nurses and doctors have left, there is a bed being wheeled into his room .“ Sorry Stiles, but we are a bit short on rooms and thought bringing you teenagers together might be helpful. ” The nurse says when she can see him start to protest, and he just nods, peering at the girl in the bed that is being pushed next to his.
Kira pulled the zipper of her baggage close in a swift movement, folding the clothe she had taken out before she turned around to place it on top of the dresser. “Erica are you done!?” The raven haired female questioned as she let out a sigh. “You have been showering for hours and is almost time to go” she whined as she fidgeted with her clothe. They had a press conference in half an hour and the blonde female was still showering, since when? Since like an hour ago. “I swear that I will move to another room if you don’t hurry” she muttered under her breath, knowing the blonde would listen to her if she was paying any attention to her.
It was Saturday, and Connor didn’t want to stay home all day again. So he decided to go out, get to know Beacon Hills a little better, maybe take a walk in the park, or grab some coffee or dinner.
Connor got up, hopped under the shower, put some clothes on, took his phone and his wallet with him, and just stepped outside his apartment.
Then he started walking. He didn’t really know where he went, he just walked, sometimes took a turn left, sometimes right. He just wanted to see what Beacon Hills had to offer. That was, in fact, not much.
After a while he ended up in front of a café, and took a seat at one of the tables outside. Then he ordered a coffee and a piece of cake, and just sat there, playing around on his phone, texting some friends in LA.
Then, suddenly, he dropped his phone, but he could catch it still in the air. Not with his hands, but with his mind. He just let it float for a second, and grabbed it as quickly as he could so nobody would notice that he just used telekinesis..
Stiles had kept true to his word when he’d told Scott that he was going to bring his dad something to eat and then go home to work on his history paper, the entire thing had taken about two hours and now he was dealing with Charlee who had spent the last twenty minutes crying, he’d get her to stop and then five minutes later she’d be going again. He’d barely gotten a text out to Isaac which had literally read.
[SMS:Isaac] I hate this doll; you better help before I kill it. Kill it dead.
Okay so he was probably freaking out a little bit more than he really should be but it was driving him nuts, he had no idea how to make it stop the crying. He heard the knock on the door just as the doll cooed for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes, he set the thing on the couch so he could answer it. His frown turned into a small smile when he noticed Isaac standing there. “Come in, before she starts crying again.” He mumbled as he moved out of the way so that the other could come into the house; true to his word the second he closed the door the blasted doll was crying again. “I quit, it’s yours. Fix her.”
Stiles groaned and moved to sit on the couch, rubbing his hands through his hair making it stand on end. “It won’t stop. I think I broke it.”
I am really not good at this, like, I am good at talking, but who even writes letters anymore, right ? Kind of hipster maybe. Anyways. I am Stiles. Yes that is the name I like to have and no I won’t tell you my real name. I am an only child and live with my Dad. I am seventeen and my best friend is Scott.
He’s been adamant that he won’t let the pack leave him behind. Stiles has been downright adamant. He feels, very clearly, that despite being human, and in many ways weak and fragile and easily targeted, Stiles won’t be left behind. He's part of the pack, and every part of the pack needs to be doing something to contribute. Mostly, Stiles researches, but sometimes, there are actual gatherings, and he won’t be put out from them.
Woe betide anyone who tries to put Stiles Stilinski in the corner.
There has been a pack meeting. There was food cooked. Now, because they did not do the cooking, Stiles and Erica have been regulated to dishes duty in the kitchen of Derek’s loft. Stiles is, of course, complaining about the entire experience, but it’s mostly under his breath, the sort of grousing he does when he’s truly comfortable in location and company. He has the sleeves of his plaid shirt rolled up and he’s up to his arms in sudsy water.
Boyd smiles and kisses her back softly “well we can have hot chocolate, snuggle and watch movies as a couple.” He said covering his face realizing how mushy he was being. Only Erica can make him feel this way, this happy.
He’d been reluctant to leave his sister after what had happened, but she insisted. She’d told him that this was what he’d always wanted to do; go to college and get the degree he wanted. He couldn’t argue with her, mainly because, on some level, he didn’t want to.
So there he was, stood outside his dorm with a key in hand and several bags at his feet. He hadn’t known he’d be sharing a room until he arrived earlier that day. He was sceptical, of course, rarely trusted anyone. He liked his own space, liked being left alone, that wouldn’t happen here and he knew it.
Taking a deep breath, he finally mustered up the nerve to turn the key in the lock and push the door open. Gathering up his bags, he entered the room and set them down by a spare bed. The other was occupied by a young blonde girl. He watched her for a moment before taking his key out of the door and shutting it over.
Stiles sighs and leans back on his chair bored out of his mind, he looks around him for any type of distractions, his eyes caught sight of the blonde bombshell that had been on his mind along with his wild coyote. He grabs a piece of paper and scrunches it up before looking at the teacher and throwing it over at the beta