Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Teen Wolf, but I would love me some Tyler Posey, Tyler Hoechlin and Dylan O'Brien. Oh yes, I would. And, I'm British, so if some of the jargon is different, I am sorry, but I have never been to America and know nothing of the speech. Also, I know next to nothing about the traditions in Japan or Ireland, but I'm going to guess. Please, don't take offence. Thank you, enjoy my story, and have a great day.
Stiles POV
After seeing Derek just sprawled out on Lily's front step, I knew I needed to see her. It was a God-send that she called me, just as Derek opened his mouth, because I really had no clue as to what I was going to say. As I was driving, I was wondering why Derek was outside her house, out of all the homes in the entirety of Beacon Hills. Maybe she knew Derek, back when she lived here before? No, that's stupid. Derek doesn't have friends. He has a pack, enemies and that's that. He sees things in black and white, which I can only imagine gets incredibly boring, and tiring after a while. What is life without colour? Without laughter, friends and family? I don't even want to think about it.
I had received a text off of Lily asking me to meet her at her house, as soon as I finished school that day, and that's what I did. It was now around half 3 on a Friday and after about 10 minutes of driving, I arrived at the local mall, and parked my car in the delegated spot. As quickly as possible, I started to walk towards the Starbucks, where a waiting Lily was sitting, ever so patiently, sipping on a mug of what I can only imagine would be white mocha chocolate, with a frothy top. She ordered that last time, so I can only guess that that's what she normally gets. I saw her bright blonde and blue hair, in a high, bobbing bun and found that she was facing the other way, towards the towering, glass window, showing the bright Friday afternoon. I had a lacrosse game later today, so I was going to invite her along, but I was kind of nervous, considering I was absolutely shit at it.
I placed my hands over her eyes, and whispered, "Guess who?"
She jumped out of her skin, and her knees hit the underside of the table, causing some of her, yeah, you guessed it, white mocha chocolate, to spill over the sides, onto the table, and soak into some of the napkins. I apologised, profusely, however the Cheshire cat grin that was on my face made it seem much less authentic. I sat opposite her and placed my hands on my knees, which were bobbing to the rhythm that was coming out of the speakers, clean across the mall. I was due an Adderal pill, and I knew it.
"How have you been, Simba?"
She rolled her eyes, and huffed heavily. I laughed, because I knew she hated the nickname.
"If you can call me that, I should get to call you something. What's your favourite food?"
Before I could even think about it, I had already shouted, rather loudly, actually, "CURLY FRIES!"
Her eyebrows scrunched together for a few seconds, and then a smug, sly smile crept up to her lips, and in that moment, I was truly afraid of her.
"I got it. You're nickname shall be… Spud."
What? Wait a second, 'Spud'? My jaw slackened, and my eyebrows were more or less in my hairline, and I knew I looked completely stupid, but in that moment I didn't care. She's going to call me Spud? Of all the odd, crazy, embarrassing nicknames, she came up with Spud? As in potatoes? I groaned, loudly, and rubbed the heel of my palm into my eye sockets. I put my head in my hands, and she laughed at me.
"Spud, you want anything to eat? I'm buying?"
She was placating me, I knew it, she knew it, but I let her. I needed to be consoled right now, what with my new name being Spud. Is this my life now? Being known as 'Spud Stilinski'? Oh God, smite my now. I think that it's worse than Genim. Who calls their infant child Genim? No, nothing is worse than that godforsaken name. And I have my parents to thank for that. Thanks, Mama and Papa Stilinski. Thinking of my mother only made me burrow my face further into my hands, and I thought I heard Lily's chair scraping against the floors. She placed her hands on my shoulders and I turned to look at her. I probably had red eyes and a nose to match it, but I refused to cry in front of her. I didn't cry.. Not when people were around at least.
I hid behind my steel wall of sarcasm and my knack for getting into trouble and annoying big, bad, alpha wolves, just so they didn't see, or more likely smell, my sadness. How was it that this one girl, who I had only met two days ago, mean so much to me? I mean, I saw her as another me. She was lost, alone and sad, but tried to hide it. She tried so hard, it was almost pathetic. I knew I was the same.
Lily took my hands away, and sat in my lap, holding my face in the crook of her neck. You see, this looked increasingly sexual on the outside, but it really wasn't. I didn't know why, but sitting here, just listening to her breathing and her heart beating, so softly, calmed me down, more than any pill could. She was like my anchor, keeping me sane. Hey, I'm a very emotional guy, sue me, I don't care. My arms had wound their way around her thin waist and I couldn't tell you how long we sat here like this, in silence. It was only when I heard the very obnoxious, and irritatingly loud voice of Jackson, the fucking one-man Cirque du Soleil, shouting particularly rude comments. Something about Lily's tits, and tea bagging. It was a cluster-fuck of awkward, until I decided to shut him up. He had obviously been sent here, by Gerard, to piss me off and he was doing just that, actually.
The surprising thing was, though, that before I could even think of a smart-ass remark, that could have gotten my ass beaten from here to Mars, Lily stepped in, with a immaculately timed, "Hey, I didn't realise us being here offended you so much, so yeah, I'm sorry, but if that's the case, there's the exit. Goodbye."
The laugh that escaped my mouth was nothing short of a howl. I couldn't hold it in, and the look on Jackson's face was indeed priceless. I looked up, and she was grinning at me. We could hear Jackson spluttering in the background, but he suddenly became unimportant, considering my fucking phone decided to start vibrated, right underneath Lily's ass and she shot up clean into the air, squealing as she did so.
I fished my phone out of my pocket and found it was from an unknown number. I turned to the now-red faced Lily and whispered, "Sorry, Simba, let me get this, okay?"
She nodded in approval and I started walking outside and answered the call.
"Hello? Who's this?"
"If you tell any of your werewolf friends about this, I will kill your father. Now that I've got your attention, Stilinski, I'm going to need you. Tonight. At the lacrosse game. Things are going to get mighty interesting. I need Derek Hale there, and if he isn't, you're dad is the first on my list of people to let Jackson rip apart. Then, of course, you're best friend, Scott, and that new bitch, what's her name? Anyway, you do as I say, or they all die. Goodbye, Stilinski. I hope you do what's best."
And then, Gerard promptly hung the fuck up, and left me feeling a million times worse than I had a moment ago. I knew I looked a state, my heart tunnelling along a mile a minute, and sweat prickling all over my body. A shudder of pure anguish rolled sickeningly through my body, and I fought off the urge to vomit everything I just so happened to not eat this morning. Sometimes, I truly hated my life.
Done :D
I really hated this chapter, simply because of Gerard, the asshole. I really did not want to make Stiles go through any type of angst, simply because he's the epitome of perfection, however if I didn't I wouldn't know how to make this work, so bare with me :D Jackson's still an asshole, but it's not his fault. Well, not entirely anyway. Should I make him good, or keep him evil? Leave your thoughts. Anyway, have a great day, and I love you guys.