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Chapter The final Push out the Door
It had been a week since the heated discussion between Derek and me at his house. I don't know when all the wolves came back from training, but seeing Scott crawl through my window unceremoniously pretty much gave me the gist. Seriously, how was this guy a werewolf but catches his foot coming in and falls on his face? Chuckling, I nodded my head towards him as he got back up. He was the first to speak.
"Hey man, you ok?"
"…can we not talk about it Scott?"
"Sure man…so…Call of Duty?"
Scott and I played all day, stopping only to pee or munch out on junk food. Finally around midnight, Scott's mom came by and chased him home. Alone in a house, alone in bed, forever alone…
'Ugh stupid sourwolf, got me thinking all dark.' Finally, at 2:30, when the Sheriff returned not too discreetly, I once again returned to land of dreams that have recently been occupied by horrendous images of late.
The next day, all hell broke loose. I drove my jeep, my only Love at the moment, to school and the pack was in front of the school. Scott and Erica looked like they were having a heated discussion. I jumped out of the jeep and ran towards the group. "Hey guys!" Everyone dispersed, running in all directions. I would've made a joke about puppies but I was too hurt to even think it.
All morning, I tried to talk to one of the pups or even Lydia or Allison but nothing. Everyone glared at me, looked apologetic, or simply ignored me and walked away. Even at lunch, everyone took a seat and put their book bags on the empty seat, only removing it when Danny came to sit by Jackson. A tear fell from my eye but I just dumped my food that I got from the lunch line and walked out. I knew the only place I could think was at the lacrosse field so I went there.
As I sat down, I couldn't help but think of what the hell was going on? Did our fight really have this big of an effect on the group? Even when everyone came back from training, they all still talked to me. What the hell was going on!? Is it me…No. Even if Derek and I ended our so called 'relationship,' Scott wouldn't ditch me. At least, not this time…I hope. Plus, I know after that whole Kanima and torture incident, Erica has at least shown she's cared about me. Hell, even Lydia said she was worried about me after she got Jackson back! What the hell was going on!?
Finally, as I kept jumping from answer to answer, it came to me. All of a sudden, I was pissed. No, I was fuming! Hell, I feel more upset than when Scott accidentally dropped my vintage Batman signal that *swallows lump* Mom bought me for my fifth birthday. I knew better than to jump to conclusions. I had to corner a pup and DEMAND what the hell was going on. As my epiphany and fury began to subside, the bell rang, signaling lunch was over. I ran to chemistry, not wanting to piss off Harrison even more but more happy about the fact that I could at least talk to Danny.
When I sat down and began to bug but at the same time compliment Danny, I started to think who I could ask.
Boyd was out of the question. Even if I could ask him a simple question, the dude was a statue. I think the only time I heard his voice was when he was growling or rumbling when he was cuddling with Erica. Lydia was out too. Even if I asked her, she would respond with some roundabout quip, throwing me off. I could ask Allison but that was too awkward. After her and Scott starting 'doing the dance with no pants,' Scott didn't feel ashamed to divulge every. single. detail. Erica and Jackson were both out. If the reason is what I think it is, they're both too emotional to answer and that would result in me being maimed. That left only one…
When the school day was over and everyone began to head home or to practice, I ran through the halls, determined to find my source. Finally, I saw him heading to the locker room and, trying to be as quiet as I could, sneak up on him. I knew he smelt me before I got within five feet because he did that whole raising his nose in the air thing that all the wolves seem to do. Before he could run, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the janitor's closet. With all the strength I could, I threw him to the other side of the room and blocked the doorway.
In a panicked voice, "I just want to ask you two questions and I swear I'll leave you alone!" Isaac looked like a kicked puppy, torn between pushing me and running or being a decent human being and answering whatever question I had. Finally, he stood erect and nodded his head.
Breathing a sigh of relief, "thank you. Ok first question; are the Alpha pack still here?"
Isaac nodded his head. My guess he didn't trust using his voice. Isaac was always my favorite. His cute cheekbones and that smile he'd get when I would bring him his favorite meal to the den after no doubt munching on junk food or microwavables.
"…did Derek order you guys to stay away from me?"
Isaac had the decency to look down, ashamed that he was following the orders of his. After a couple of minutes of silence, with his quiet voice that I would only hear when he would talk of his brother or mother after a nightmare, "..yes."
Tears started to appear at the corner of my eyes. My friends, the pups, all taken from me simply because of one argument and those fucking Alphas! My heart began to clench and a terrible weight dropped in my stomach. I began to cry but I sucked it in when I saw Isaac look up, hurt and worried about me. I smiled as best as I could, not wanting him to feel bad for obeying Derek. I wanted to hug him, comfort him, but I knew if I even touched him, the pack would smell me on him and Derek would be pissed. As I opened the door and walked out, "Thanks pup. Stay safe." I didn't wanna go to practice, not now, not ever. Not with guys on the team who couldn't even have the decency to look me in the eye and tell me what the hell was going on! So much for taking care of them, occasionally feeding them, lending them an open ear or heart, or say, I don't know, saving their furry asses!
I walked straight up to Coach, told him I was quitting and walked over to my locker. Scott, Jackson and Boyd all looked at me with confused eyes but I was too hurt to acknowledge them. I threw all my stuff that I had in there in my lacrosse bag and walked out. As I was walking to my jeep, I saw red eyes on the outskirts to the forest near the school. "Fuck you!" I got in my baby, turned the engine, and skidded away.
Screw this. No more innocent, helpless Stiles. I am tired of werewolves running my lives and supernatural rules dictating my choices. For god's sake, I lost my first kiss to an Alpha that is a complete douche furry face! No more. It's time to put my Stillinski mind to work. As I approached home, I had a list in mind.
Practice my knife work to sheer perfection.
Ask Deaton to teach me how to subdue a werewolf and elaborate on this whole Spark business.
Ambush and most likely threaten Chris Argent to supply me with wolfsbane and knowledge on how to take down and 'finish' an Alpha.
Do reconnaissance and kill the Alpha pack that forced my life into entropy.
'Do unto others as they would do unto you.' Make the Hale pack eat those words.
End Note: First off, I am SOOO Sorry for not posting sooner. I had this chapter ready a couple hours after I posted the first chapter but did not have internet access. I will most likely not have it again for a while so to make up for it, I shall be posting two more chapters TONIGHT. Ooooh goosbumps. Hopefully the story remains good. Lately, I have been summoning my muse rather than casually being in the vicinity. Feedback appreciated!
