(F)reak
Stiles kept his head lowered as he walked through the hallway, his eyes fixed on his converse. Tighten his hands on his straps he walked towards his locker room to see expensive leather shoe came into his sight.
"Look here boys. It's the freak! Gonna have another panic attack freak!" Jackson Whittemore announced as he cornered Stiles against the locker.
"Maybe he'll cry this time!" someone shouted as more voices started to come. Covering his ears Stiles slid to the ground trying to block out the sound of them. His heartbeat racing as he tried to breath but he couldn't. He was gonna die and no one cared.
"Breath Stiles!"
Snapping his eyes open Stiles watches as an blurry inhaler came into sight shoving its way into his mouth. Gasping Stiles relaxed as someone shoved it down forcing the medicine out into his lungs. Feeling his body relax Stiles drifted out in an sleep.
"What the hell McCall!?"
Scott McCall shoved Jackson back growling in warning at all the people surrounding. No one dared to speak as Scott gently gathered the sleeping Stiles into his arms.
"Stiles Stilinski is mine from now on and anyone who messes with him will deal with me." Scott announced as he glared at Jackson.
"He's just another freak McCall." Jackson snapped.
"He's my freak." Scott snapped back turning around heading towards the nurse's office.