Sometime after the 3rd season and before the 4th.
Bad Person
Scott made his way into the cafeteria, a smile growing on his face as he sees his pack. He sits next to Kira, giving her a short kiss on the lips, before turning his attention to the strange debate Lydia, Hayden and Mason were having about Barbie and whether her influence was positive or not.
An amused chuckle escapes his mouth. Life is good he thinks as he watches them animatedly argue for a few moments before he notices. His mood sours and worry starts to gnaw in his mind. Stiles still hadn't shown.
He hadn't come to class all day and hadn't picked up his phone the twenty times Scott had called him. He hadn't responded to any texts either. Scott frowned before pulling his phone out, getting ready to leave a voicemail this time.
Relief fills him when he sees that Stiles had left him a voicemail. Scott pulls his phone to his ear and listens. The relief that he had felt was short lived. Nothing Stiles says makes a lot of sense and it sounded like he had been crying. The words jumble around in his head and confusion is quickly replaced by fear.
Scott freezes and the world stops for a moment as realization hits him. He stands up abruptly, cutting the packs' conversation short, and runs out of the cafeteria, ignoring the worried voices of his pack calling after him. The voicemail is still fresh in his mind, clawing and tearing a hole in his chest.
Heyo, Scotty boy. It's Stiles. Obviously. I just- I wanted to tell you something.
He gets to his bike, pulls himself on and he tries to put the keys in but his hands shake and he drops them. Cursing himself, he picks them up and is more successful in his endeavors to start the bike this time.
I want you to know that- that I love you. I love you so much.
Scott sighs in relief as he feels the engine roar to life under him. The helmet he usually wears is ignored as he takes to the road and goes as fast as the bike will allow him. Traffic laws and the speed limit are also ignored as he speeds past cars and trucks.
And I know I probably don't deserve it but I hope to fucking god that you loved me too. I also- I have to- god, why is this so hard? I'm so sorry, Scott. I'm so so sorry.
The wind is cold and hard against his face as he drives.
"Of fucking course I love you and you better be fuckin okay." Scott says under his breath, willing the bike to go faster with his mind.
It's all my fault. Everything that happened is my fault. It's my fault that Allison died and that Aiden died and all those other people died and I'm just a bad, bad person that hurt you too. I hurt you.