"Don't forget to eat" when Stiles's by the door he's reminded, and it's probably the worst thing to say, since that's exactly what he'll end up doing. Forgetting.
" 'kay" Stiles replies and heads for the familiar blue jeep hoping his first day would end up well.
._._._.
Coach Finstock proceeds to read the names off the list when Stiles arrives, after having complained for a good ten minutes on how the team's sucking might turn unbearable, he continues the role call:
"Johanson"
"here"
"Rodriguez"
"Right here!" he waves his hands.
"Yes I can see you" the teacher snaps back in clear annoyance.
"and uh- Stilinski"
The room suddenly went quiet with slight whispers barely heard, Johansan finally spoke from the second table:
"Coach, you know he's never coming back" the other students looked back at him as if to shush him up, everyone knew Stilinski was officially one of this year's freaks, especially since he was their classmate; like dude, you don't just go missing then randomly show up at practise just to get your coach an arrow in the stomach, of course people's curiosity knew no bounds and even so, they got some of the truth just by collective guessing:
"Stilinski's gone nuts, he even got admitted to Eichen House" whispered a little too loudly, Jessica, who was sitting next to the window, everyone heard her and there started the debate.
"How do you know that?" Danny asked, frowning a little.
"My Uncle works there" Jessica added in her own defense "and he knows that he's gone totally psycho"
"Alright that's enough" Coach shuts the blabbering teenagers down, and just at that moment, the door opened slightly and through it peeked the familiar face of Stiles Stilinski.
The sudden appearance surely caused general confusion, Jessica's words were still echoing in everyone's minds but the concerned person, still frozen by the door, frozen by everyone's looks.
Stiles contemplated disappearing into the door but Coach seemed to have read his mind:
"Have a seat" the other students looked between him and the door as if expecting someone else to come through (as if expecting some men in white suits to drag him around the halls while he screams his brains out, right?) when no one did but the wind, Stiles made a move to close it behind him and barely found his seat between twenty piercing eyes through his human skull.
The quiet resonated for another moment before Finstock coughed the awkwardness away, only to have it cling in harder:
"Uh- Greenberg" and that was definitely his mistake, since Greenberg was hardly ever absent and even when he was present Coach would skip his name while they both nodded at each other in some weird telepathic irritation, Stiles knew that and he just wished he didn't come this early.
._._._.
Stiles was so caught up in avoiding everyone that he didn't notice his next class was with both Lydia and Scott.
"Long time no see." He ends up saying to the girl who sits in the front row, she smiles a little then buries her head back into a book, he noticed Scott right beside him and was more than willing to make this right.
The teacher entered before class began, it was Mrs . Bartenrow the biology teacher, casually starting the lesson:
"Today, we are going to talk about another one of science's wonders, the creature that could survive hundreds of years alongside humans... who can remind me of our last lesson?"
Lydia's hands and another few were up, but not him or Scott's.
"Yes, Ms . Martin"
"human DNA fingerprinting by polymerase chain reaction"
"Correct, but of course we're not going to talk about that today" she adds "today, we have- oh what do we have here? Mr . Stillski!"
"It's Stilinski."
"Good to know you're alive and well..." She trails off and the trio doesn't miss how everyone gives him -yet again- the cold stare that means nothing but more uncomfortable minutes are passing by.
Mrs Bartenrow turns the lights off and displays the video that the students start watching, but Scott sits by his side when it does and it's clear as the presence of dark he's up for something.
"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Scott sounds concerned and his eyes are enough visible to confirm.
"Why?!" he asks, confused and presumably radiating worry that the other can smell. Stiles doesn't look around twice (because that would be too weird) before he repeats himself:
"Why?!"
Scott gestures with his head to the video that has long been explaining how fabulous and out-gorgeous it is that flies have four pairs of chromosomes in every cell. save our souls.
Oh wait.
The teacher turns the lights back on and Stiles sucks in a huge breath, he looks around, his eyes adjust but his mind doesn't to her next words:
"Here we have the little beauties!" She states excitedly. Some students go 'eww' and all Stiles could focus his thinking on is dying.
Now he knows why Scott looked so concerned. He was right.
"Can I be excused" he forcefully manages, he's sure as shit he looks pale enough to get the hall pass but the teacher strangely smiles at that.
"Of course" she states "but only when you get the pop quiz right"
Oh really?!
"What kind of spieces is this one?" Her finger points with precision to the insect, but still not touching "come closer, don't be shy" she encourages.
Stiles somehow managed to stuff all of his insides into his lungs, which caused them to float up his neck and stop his breathing; no, this doesn't scientifically make any sense, but that's at least how it felt.
"Are you okay?"
"I uhm-" Stiles isn't terrified of the question, or the fly. Totally not.
"It's an albino fly."
"And why is that so?" And to be honest If he were to go to the bathroom he would've probably already peed himself... or worse, but oh well.
"absence of melanin, the thing- pigment that gives color." The fly stared back in curiosity, its red eyes ever so big but not just that, also familiar.
The room wasn't quiet anymore, and Stiles just left it, relieved that for once he could escape the many set of eyes and the never to stop their buzzing flies that followed him everywhere.
Stiles threw up whatever he didn't eat.
Fucking disgusting.
Flies. And how much paler he's gotten since he came to school.
"Stiles!"
"Hey, Stiles!"
He hears his name being called and can only identify it as the comeback he wished he'd never get to the swimming thoughts in his head, but then Stiles soon realises that it isn't the case and that his name was indeed being whispered.
"Hey, didn't anyone teach you to answer when you're called?"