Stiles knew he should've told the pack as soon as it had started, he knew they liked to be told about all extracurricular activities but he just couldn't be bothered with them anymore. So what if he was one half of the functioning humans in the group (Allison being hunter and Lydia a banshee) that didn't mean he needed to be pushed out, but he couldn't complain, the less time he hung out with them the less likely they were to notice his recurring bruises and broken knuckles. That didn't necessarily mean he enjoyed lying to Scott, who he had been best friends with for most his life, when he asked where he went or he enjoyed ignoring Isaac the over affectionate pup who made him melt with his puppy dog eyes, or hell even Derek, no he didn't like lying to them but he did it to stop them asking questions.
He was on his way to his new sanctuary he had been hiding at for the past month now; he knew he couldn't keep going especially since his main excuse when Scott actually bothered with him was studying for exams which would soon be over. Yet it was like an addiction no matter how many times he told himself he wouldn't go as soon as it hit 4pm he was already on his way out the door without consciously deciding to do so. It got under his skin in a way things only did when he was jacked up on adderall making him crave the release.
On his way to the basement of the Jungle he passed the pack sitting in a pretty old diner he sometimes parked his jeep at and no matter how much he prayed they wouldn't see him as soon as he had passed the door he heard the bell ringing and then Scott shouting his name (which in all honesty surprised him the recent lack of contact making him pretty sure his friend had forgotten him), he promptly put a fake smile on hoping the alpha wouldn't be able to tell the difference, and turned back to him,
"Hey Scotty boy what you doing in this neck of the woods?" he hoped his nervousness wasn't obvious but he had frustrations that needed to be gotten rid of and a previous engagement that didn't involve making small talk with the pack of misbehaving teenagers.
"Hey Stiles we were just having a pack night, were eating here then heading to Derek's for movie night, we do it every Friday but you haven't really been around much, but why don't you come tonight everyone misses you, even Derek and you are a part of the pack." Scott looked like a lost puppy asking and the boy had always been his weak spot, no matter how much he wanted to ditch them all it would look suspicious if he blatantly told him he was busy they would smell the nerves on him and if he lied about his plans they would know. Sometimes being friends with people who had supernatural senses sucked. Actually it sucked the majority of the time.
"Sure I just need to head to the chemist I have a prescription to pick up, but I'll come back here after," he turned to leave after a nod of confirmation from Scott, but turned back quickly and asked,
"Hey is Danny coming?" the boy had been told about the pack after his best friend had turned into a kanima and tried to kill him, he didn't want to be an honorary member of the pack preferring to remain a boring human causing him and Stiles to become closer on their shared avoidance of the werewolf gene. The fact they both had the same hobby helped their friendship develop, they could also have long discussions about which member of One Direction they found hotter thanks to Stiles newfound appreciation for both genders.
Danny was one of the few people that knew about his sexuality his dad being another, it wasn't like he was hiding it or purposefully not telling the pack they just hadn't picked up on it and he wasn't into broadcasting it. Stiles had told Danny about his confusing feeling and the other boy had helped him figure them out with minimal teasing, from then on he liked to think they had a beautiful friendship. Although until Stiles had agreed to update his wardrobe his friend had bitched about his clothes a lot.
"Yeah he said he didn't have any plans and he'd just meet us at Derek's." Stiles snorted at the fact Danny lied to a werewolf, a true alpha at that, about having plans and didn't get caught.
"Ok ill see you in about 20 minutes." Stiles waved and started walking to the chemist, he did actually have prescriptions to pick up, one for his Adderall and the other pain killers for his hand which he had sprained in three places and even if his dad wasn't home a lot he would notice his sons wince whenever he happened to use his hand. So he had gone to the doctors said he got in a fight and didn't want his dad to know and got prescribed pain killers and told to let it rest, which he didn't listen to but it was nice to know at least someone cared about his wellbeing, even if it was only a professional curtesy.
He took the brace off as soon as he got home not wanting to draw attention to it, he could use it normally with the drugs so no one noticed, but it meant he had to take the prescribed amount of Adderall to make sure both the pills worked meaning his ADHD was a lot worse and he had slight withdrawal symptoms from it which wasn't fun.
He quickly picked up the tablets having brought the prescription in earlier and was on his way back to the café when he realised how crazy he must be, instead of going and burning off extra energy doing the one thing he wanted to do he had to spend the night with a pack he hadn't felt a part of for a while. But he had said he would go and it would look suspicious seeing as how he'd already agreed.
He got back to the café after stuffing the bag in his car and taking two pain killers; dragging his feet he walked to the door and took a deep breath before walking inside, he hadn't been around the pack for over a month and the idea of sitting making small talk and pretending he wasn't vibrating with tension seemed like a cruel and unusual torture.
Stiles had also agreed to go to a party as Danny's date to make his ex-jealous, who from what he heard was a total asshole and didn't deserve a guy as awesome as Danny. It was some guy who was in College who had dumped his friend as he didn't like commitment, Stiles couldn't understand what would posses his friend to want the dick back.
He had claimed he was only going so he get drunk then stay at Danny's so his dad wouldn't find out, but he worried about his friend and wanted to make sure he didn't get hurt. Plus his parents were away so he could stay for the next week claiming they were studying for exams together when really they would probably be drunk and high for most of their free time, school was out as they had exam leave, although they would actually study seeing as how they were joint second in all of their classes and were determined to stay there.
He walked over to the table pulling up a chair and turning it round leaning his chin on the back of it and looking at the mismatched group, everyone greeted him and he smiled while stealing a French fry from the plate in the middle, someone slapped his hand but he just stuck his tongue out and laughed.
"Hey were done here unless you want some food we're just gonna head out." That was Scott using his usual tone whenever Allison was in the room, it was sort of dreamy and distant making it obvious he wasn't concentrating on what was coming out of his mouth. Although it didn't make much of a difference to what he normally said.
"I'm good I ate earlier, anyone need a ride?" he didn't really want to give anyone a lift but that was Stiles good ole mister reliable, he had to play the part of the doting best friend whether he wanted to or not, he didn't really want people being suspicious.
"Nah were good me and Allison are going with Lydia and Jackson and Isaac is going with Derek but thanks dude." Everyone was walking to their cars and Stiles couldn't help but think this night was going to be hell, as long as he at least had Danny there and they could discuss which boy band was hotter depending on which one you chose and which member, there's a high possibility there will we charges and possible jail time for some mediocre sex.
"Hey I'll stop at Danny's and see if he needs a lift, I can always take him home tomorrow." Everyone was already leaving and Stiles was basically talking to himself so he decided to just go and get his friend who would at least be able to have a half stimulating conversation with, and they might enjoy themselves even if they weren't pounding someone's face in.
