Stiles was walking down the stairs, walking into the kitchen, and opening the fridge. Stiles frowned when he saw the fridge was almost empty. He walked over to the extra change bucket, digging in it. He finally pulled out a $50 bill that his dad always hid at the bottom of the collection of pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters. He walked back into his room, pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans, His favorite pair of jeans, a plain black t-shirt and his red hoodie. Stiles picked up his keys and his wallet and headed out the front door.
When Stiles got into his car there was a note on the windshield. It read: We're Watching. Stiles looked at the note before crumbling it up, thinking it was just a cruel prank from his friends. Stiles hopped into his jeep, starting it.
As Stiles drove down the road his favorite song came on so he turned up the volume. Stiles thought he saw a figure run through the forest next to his car every now and then, dismissing the thought, his life was pretty hectic, he could have a few day dreams.
When Stiles drove up to the store, there where no parking spaces. He drove to the back of the building, intending to park in the overflow parking lot. When he rounded the corner he thought he saw the figure run into the forest at the back of the parking lot, he was starting to get scared. Stiles hopped out of his jeep, quick walking all the way into the store.
When Stiles entered the store he felt multiple eyes on him. Stiles quickly looked around for anyone looking at him. Seeing none looking at him he walked over and grabbed a cart. Stiles walked down the fourth Isle, he was looking at pasta sauce. Stiles picked up a jar of Prego, intending on setting it in his cart. Stiles finger's slipped, dropping the jar, the sound startled him, sending him into the other wall of glass jars. Stiles ran into the wall full force, knocking about thirty jars off of it. Stiles looked around, unsure of what to do. A young woman walked down the isle, looking at the mess she sighed. "Now, I cant make Spaghetti, Thanks." She said the last word with a thick haze of sarcasm, Setting Stiles off.
Stiles ran into the bathroom, before running into one of the stalls, hoping none saw him crying the whole way there. Stiles started to breath heavy, the rise and fall of his chest accelerating. Stiles felt like he couldn't get any air into his lungs. Stiles was having a panic attack. Stiles clutched at his chest, Breathing harder and harder. A pair of thick tan arms wrapped around Stiles' body, holding him, a husker voice whispered soft words into his hear. "Your ok, your ok, just breath. Just breath. Your fine." Stiles finally got ahold of himself five minutes later realizing he just cried into the shoulder of a complete stranger for about six minutes. "Thanks." Stiles got out before standing up.
"No problem. Used to have panic attacks myself when I was a kid." The man looked down at his shoes.
"My names Stiles." Stiles held out his hand to the stranger. The man took his hand grabbing it with a lot of force, "Kyle." The man looked up at Stiles, His eyes shimmering.
"Your not here to kill me are you?" Stiles questioned. Kyle tensed up, Stiles realized he didn't get that Stiles was joking so he started to do what he always does, Ramble. "Sorry, it was a joke, you know haha, funny. You do get jokes right? Your not one of those people without a since of humor. People like that aren't fun to be around."
The man, Kyle, Stiles reminded himself, laughed. "I do have a since of humor, thank you." Stiles chuckled at himself, how could he be so stupid to ask someone if they where doing to kill him. Its not like he dies almost every day, oh wait. But it is.
"I better get back to shopping." Stiles said as he walked towards the door, "See ya around." Stiles left the bathroom, heading straight for the front doors of the supermarket. Stiles left without any groceries. When Stiles rounded the cored of the supermarket he was pulled behind the building and slammed into the wall. Stiles opened his eyes to see Kyle holding him into a wall. "Guess your psychic after all." Kyle said before bringing a rag up to Stiles' face. Stiles took a deep breath in just as the rag covered his mouth, sending him into a deep sleep, chloroform rag over his face.
Derek drove up to Stiles' house, not hearing his heartbeat, or seeing his jeep, Derek was confused as to why the kid would go anywhere but dismissed the idea. Derek sped off down the road, not thinking twice about where Stiles was.
A/N: Thanks for reading my first chapter guys. More to come Very soon! Please Review if you liked it!