Stiles shoves some pills into his mouth. He doesn't bother to check what ones, he just trusts that his father won't switch his meds with poison and leaves it at that. He slings his backpack over his shoulder, and leans against the wall in the kitchen. He has to wait for Scott again, but he appreciates it in the morning, he doesn't need to get to school early. Ever.
After a few minutes of awkward waiting, Scott comes thundering down the stairs, "Come on, Stiles! We're gonna be late!"
Stiles laughs, "I've been waiting for you, you big shit-head."
Scott pouts, "Don't call me a shit-head!"
Stiles laughs, "I will if I want to, bitch." Then he just walks out the door. He knows that Scott will follow, and if he doesn't, it's his fault. All he can think about is his dream from last night anyway, why did Derek's arm around him feel so right? Why was Derek there at all? Why was Allison there for that matter? He'll ask Lydia later, since she always knew how Allison worked.
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At school, Stiles splits from Scott. He honestly doesn't care if Scott freaks out, there's not much trouble he can get into at school is there? He sees Jackson at his locker, so he goes over and slams it shut, "Where's Lydia, assbutt?"
"...Assbutt?" Jackson asks, raising an eyebrow.
"It's a Supernatural reference - DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT." Stiles exlaims with a flail.
"She's at her locker maybe?" Jackson says, giving his best bitch face.
"Oh...where's that?" Wow, he really is an idiot. Well, whatever, he gets to be a bitch to bitch-king himself. Wait, no, Derek is king of the bitches. So, the bitch-prince.
"You're so stupid." Jackson says, glaring.
"That makes you stupid, because I made you." Stiles informs him, straitening to his full height.
"Yeah, no." Jackson says, spinning Stiles around and pushing him the opposite way, "Go that way, you'll run into Lydia at some point."
"THANKS BUDDY!" Stiles says, very loudly, before running in that direction.
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Stiles finds Lydia talking to some girl, she has on her 'I-am-not-amused' face. He decides to save the poor girl the embarrasment of being scorned by Lydia. He taps Lydia on the shoulder, "Hey, Lyds, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Lydia smiles at him, "Sure, Stiles. I have nothing better to do anyway."
Stiles pulls Lydia into a classroom, he struggles to relay the entire dream to her. Describing the house makes him grimace, he hated that house. Describing how Derek's arm around him felt, well, that was easy. After he's finished, Lydia's tapping a perfectly manicured nail against her chin, "Ya see, me and Jackson kinda detached ourselves from those two. They thought coming here wouldn't benifit you. But, knowing their personalities, they were worried about you."
"Yeah, sure, Allison. But Derek? Derek who threatened bodily harm? Yeah, because he cares enough to be worried." Stiles cannot believe that Lydia would even suggest that Derek cares about him. What has Derek ever done than threaten him, and growl at him, and be super mean to him?
"Oh please, Stiles, Derek cares about you. We all care about you. We just show it in different ways. Jackson by being rude and 'toughening you up', Allison by being a rock, me by teaching you things, and Derek by pushing you away." The way Lydia is speaking, it sounds like she's talking to a two year old.
Stiles bites his lip, "No, Derek was probably forced to be caring. He's not capable of caring for anything! I'd know! I made him!"
Lydia sighs, "Oh Stiles, poor naive Stiles," and she just walks out, leaving Stiles utterly confused.
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A/N; I know this is short, but this chapter is just kinda a fill-in chapter. The real action will start next chapter. (: HAPPY MOONDAY