Disclaimer- I don't own Teen Wolf.
This story is a bit AU but it is still following the season.
Stiles sat in his room thinking about how much his life has spun out of control. With his Best friend being a werewolf and the girl he's in Love with being a Psychic or witch or something... He was beginning to think he lived on the wild side. He also noticed how much the Pack took him for granted. He repeatedly saved their lives and has committed his to their secret furry problem. He hated Derek Hale. He hated Derek Hale with a passion that human beings shouldn't feel. The constant threats from everyone in the pack were starting to tire him. They were always forcing him to do something he didn't want to do, and catching a temper tantrum when he refused. It was getting old.
Scott, his idiot best friend, was starting to get on his nerves. He crawled right back into the arms of his psychopath ex- girlfriend, Allison. Every time the supernatural was really about to start biting the rear, she switched battle side and started trying to kill her friends. and everyone went back to being none the wiser and comforted her.
Lydia was different. Sure, she was a pain in his ass but she knew when someone was feeling dejected. She always showed hope. Innocence.
Peter was the total opposite. He was blunt and cruel and told Stiles exactly what he thought of him. 'I accidentally bit Scott. I meant to take you. You are more of a man than Scott is... Hell your more of a man than Derek is. They take you for granted and treat you like a wallflower but I see you. Even if Im a Sociopathic cold blooded killer.'
Stiles was feeling suffocated and was he gonna do something about it.
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"Hey Scott what's up?" Stiles said through the speakerphone of his Smartphone.
"Nothing, hanging out with a couple of guys. Call you later okay." And with that he hung up but before he did, Stiles could've sworn he heard Scott say 'What a Loser.' Stiles was getting tired of these mangy mutts and their Superior powers. He sat in his room and tried his luck at calling Lydia. Dear God, Stiles was gonna spend his Sunday night alone.
"Hello?" Lydia spoke through the phone. "Stiles, what's up? Don't tell there was another was another sacrifice. After what happened to Boyd I don't think I can handle another dead body."
"No I was just wondering what you were doing tonight." Stiles said. "Scott's busy and I was thinking about having a movie night."
She answered Automatically. "Yeah, sure I'll be there in an hour." Stiles Literally fell off is bed. "Everything okay?"
Stiles Replied in a shock high voice. "Yeah of course, What type of movies do you want to watch?"
"Horror." She said, somehow in a matter of fact tone. "See ya."
Stiles laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. "What the Hell?"
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Lydia stood in her walk- in closet and picked out the pajamas she would be wearing at Stiles place. She knew what that thump was over the phone. That was Stiles falling off his bed because of his surprise that she was okay with hanging out. She chuckled at that thought. A year ago when Jackson was still in Beacon Hills and he had her wrapped around his finger, she wouldn't have even picked up the phone.
But now she was a Junior, who was best friends with a girl who hunted and killed werewolves and her circle of friends were 80% supernatural. Besides that, Lydia actually started growing feeling for Stiles. Since the night Jackson turned from Kanima to Werewolf and he showed her how much he loved her, She couldn't stop thinking about how things could be. Plus, Stiles wasn't an immature, stupid little boy. He was intelligent, and always knew what he was talking about. Stiles had also grown a lot, she guessed from running from hunters, Kanima's and werewolves must have gotten him into great shape. And yes, she was fooling around with Aiden but that was to blow off sexual frustration that had built up since Jackson left the States.
Lydia could also sense that Stiles was feeling put down. He had this sadness about him and his so called "Pack" didn't care. They actually had the nerve to scoff about how they could smell the insecurities emanating out of his body.
Lydia knew she was going to have to establish a closer friendship with Stiles and hopefully relationship.
Getting a night bag, that held her PJ's and clothes for tomorrow. She walked out of her house and made her way to Stiles Stilinski's house.