I've never been very open with people. Ever since the fire, I've had issues trusting anyone other than myself. Even though Scott and his friends have been kind to me, I still don't feel like I can open up to them. There is just a wall around my soul that I can't bring down.
I walked down the path until I reached the meadow. I come here whenever I need to think, it's peaceful. After taking my jacket off, I set it on the ground and sat down.
Why is it so hard for me to open up to people? I want to; I've just never had anyone to….. open up to. People are always scared of me, they always judge me before they even know me. They don't even give a thought to how I feel or why I'm quiet all the time. But if someone just gave me a chance, I'm sure I could make them see. I'm sure that I could show them what's on the inside of this tough exterior.
I lied back in frustration and rubbed my eyes. "What am I doing here? This is stupid, it's not like anyone's actually gonna give me a chance. I should just go," I said as I got to my feet. I turned around when I heard someone step out of the bushes.
"Contemplating are we?"
"I'm not in the mood right now Peter," I said turning around to walk back to the loft.
"You're not alone you know, there are people you can talk to," he said knowingly
"And who would those people be," I asked
"Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me; you'll have to find that out on your own," He said walking into the open.
I didn't even want to stick around to hear what he had to say. I just kept walking in the direction of the loft, with an emotionless expression on my face. But his words still lingered in my mind "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me." Does that mean that the person who'll understand me will be someone I don't expect? I'd pretty much expect anyone to understand me, but unfortunately people aren't as caring as I give them credit for.
Finally I shook off the thoughts that plagued my mind and decided to go to sleep. Maybe I'll get an idea of whoever Peter was talking about in the morning
Stiles's P.O.V.
I opened my locker and took my backpack out. When I heard Scott's voice, "Hey, so are we still on for tonight."
I shut the door and responded, "Of course, I'm glad we can finally just play video games all night like when we were in middle school. We're usually stuck dealing with some big supernatural crisis."
"Yeah it's really good that we're able to have some downtime, but there is something I'm still worried about," He said as we started walking out of the school.
"What's that," I asked pushing opening the school doors.
"It's Derek. He's been…. inactive lately."
I rose an eyebrow at him "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Yeah I guess, but it's starting to get me worried, apparently he's barely left his loft in the past two weeks," He said worried. "I wanted to go check up on him this week but-"
"But," I questioned.
"I've got this date with Kira and I really want to go so I was thinking that maybe…..you could go check up on him?"
I stopped walking, "Are you kidding? Derek hates me. I'm the last person he'd want to see, especially if something is wrong."
Scott nudged me to keep walking, "Come on, Derek doesn't hate you. "
"Well he doesn't like me Scott. He's made that very clear."
"Stiles please, I really want to go out with Kira, it's our first date and I want it to be special," He whined
"You can't just go over another time," I questioned
"Stiles will you just do it? Please…for me," He begged as we slid into my jeep.
"Fine, but if we end up "fox and the hound" buddies, it's your fault," I said pulling out of the driveway.
Scott laughed, "Okay but promise me you'll still make time for me after you and him start dating." He joked.
"Very funny," I responded. But something tells me that we'll end up more like "predator and prey" rather than "fox and the hound."