He was done with it seriously, done with it. Stiles had spent the last ten years or so pining for what he could never have. When it finally seemed like things were going his way with his dream girl after a to die for kiss, he ran into her talking with Aidan. Aidan, seriously girl? What are you thinking? Sure Aidan has the chest, (and he always makes sure to show it), come on, but where's the flavor, the heart, the conversation? It was at the moment, seeing his dream girl braced against her locker eyeing up Aidan like an ice cream stick that Stiles knew it was time to roll on. All that progress he had thought he had built up with Lydia was destroyed.
So, what was he doing at this moment? Walking in the hall playing dodge ball with his eyes. There was no way he could see that creamy white skin, strawberry blonde curls, sweet legs, and plump red lips and not want to follow her scent. How many times had he followed her down this same hall only for her to basically, reject him? When he spotted some dreamy leg, he did what was safe, stare straight ahead, avoid eye contact, and reach for the nearest exit?
There were things that Stiles could avoid like the big one, the lunch table. He would unfortunately have to ditch his friends for a while, but he could still hang out with them, just not when she was around. It wasn't like he hated her, more like the opposite, but to quit a habit you have to surround yourself with other things. There was no way he was going to tell Allison or Scott, they just wouldn't understand or worse they would tell Lydia. It would kill him to get that sympathetic look from her. Just like when he had that panic attack.
Mentally, he began to plan some of the activities that were going to help distract him from his heart. Drums would be an excellent way to keep busy, plus help him with his energy and ADHD. His music had taken to the back burner with all the wolf drama and investigations. With his dad safe, he could now focus on his grades, behavior (no more write ups), and checking out some new territory. There are plenty of fish in the sea, especially since the fish he had been chasing was caught in a different net! Plus, he could join clubs to keep himself busy, maybe, get a job to fix up his jeep.
So, this brother was going to play it safe for a while until the pieces of his broken heart was whole again. The fact is Stiles knew that he was a great catch. His mom when she was at her death bed had told him how special he was and how unique. And, yes, mothers all say that, but he knew that it was true. Sure, he was a nice kid but what was wrong with being nice, wanting one girl, treating her right? Not only was he nice but he was a true and loyal friend. Somebody would appreciate his qualities besides Scott that is. Scott was the only person in his life that really appreciated him especially after "dying" together. They both relied on each other to keep the darkness at bay. With Isaac and Allison becoming a couple, Scott and him could find some girls, hopefully from a different school.
Another thing he was going to do was stop sitting by her in a few of his classes. All those years of not having pride, going out of his way to seek her out, was not happening. It wasn't about being angry or rude; it was just time to move on to hopefully, to bigger and better things. When the bell to English rang, Stiles slid next to a dark haired girl, so quiet, that he never knew her name. The girl looked shell shocked to see him sit next to her. And do you think Lydia even noticed? She didn't even look up from her notebook. Stiles turned to the dark haired girl, with the even darker eyes, and smiled. Her cheeks turned a bright pink. Guess, some girls think I'm blush worthy!
He escaped lunch by signing up to be a tutor. Of course, coach had a quick laugh at that one but Stilinski was no dummy! Plus, earning some cash was another cool incentive. After school, it would be time for job hunting probably at that sweet coffee shop around the corner. Stiles also went to the music teacher to sniff up some bands possibly looking for a drummer. He was going at it, full throttle, but that was okay. Stilinski had never gone at it half way, never. He was an all or nothing kind of guy.
So, after school, Stiles practically ran out of school, got in his jeep, and drove to the café. It was an eclectic sort of place, dark walls, comfy but modern furniture, and really cool staff with piercings and colorful hair. The sort of place that had exotic teas and heart shapes in their coffee with smart looking people, discussing books and movies over their coffees. The owner, Jan, took him to instantly with his jump back humor and sarcastic smile. She said that he reminded her of her grown up son in California. Maybe, just maybe, he could buy that stereo system for his Jeep. Not bad for his first day! And even more exciting, was one of the cooks at the café was looking for a drummer. Sweet!
Things were looking up but to be truly honest, it was bittersweet because he was really missing her. But, he managed to drift off to sleep after watching Star Wars for the umpteenth time. It wasn't a good sleep; however, he had this nightmare that he was walking in this old abandoned house, an eerie house that made your skin literally crawl. In the dream, he kept walking, lost, into the same spot, and at the end of the dream the ground from underneath him opened and swallowed him whole into a sort of vacuum and he couldn't stop it. It was so intense that he woke up his heart beating fast and the alarm reading 2:10 AM. Of course, after that, he couldn't fall asleep. He was exhausted, his head hurt, and there would be no sleep for the rest of the night. But, there was always tomorrow.