Prompt: What if Scott and Stiles met under different circumstances?
He didn't need friends, Stiles told himself. He would be fine starting highschool with absolutely zero friends much like his elementary, and middle school experiences. Though Stiles never had a friend he still yearned for one. Still wanted someone to hangout with on a Friday night, or go catch a late meal with. He just wanted someone.
As Stiles' jeep pulled into the parking lot he sighed to himself. The school day was rather boring when it was just you, your thoughts, endless mountains of work, and the bullies who were hell bent on making your life a living hell. Stiles climbed out his jeep, and began the trek to his first period. Almost instantly a shoulder had bumped into his own and Stiles knew better than to hope it wasn't lacrosse star, Jackson Whittmore. Stiles grimaced as his back met the hard surface of a metal locker. ¨Hey Stiles¨ Jackson sneered and Stiles painted a fake look of bravery onto his face.
¨H-hello,¨ he stuttered, causing the familiar shade of red to coat his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
¨You hungry?΅Jackson asked to Stiles confusion.
¨N-¨ but before Stiles could answer Jackson had slammed his fist directly into his nose. Blood began to flood out of his nose as it began to throb and turn purple. ¨Ahhh!¨ Stiles exclaimed as he slumped to the floor and held his nose, eyes squeezed shut. He wasn't going to cry but damn if Jackson didn't have an arm on him! He heard the familiar snickers of Jackson and his fellow teammates as they walked away, their satisfaction evident.
Stiles groaned as he stumbled to his feet and blindly navigated his way towards the boys bathroom. Upon feeling the door and pushing it open, Stiles stumbled over to the sink and took a good look in the mirror. Blood had stained the majority of his shirt, and smeared his lips and hands already but continued to pour out his nose like a faucet. Stiles' eyes started to water at the pain and he was really starting to regret coming to school. After two full minutes of holding his nose and the blood finally starting to abate, Stiles breathed a sigh of relief before turning at the sound of the door opening.
In came the co captain of the lacrosse team who promptly froze at the sight of a very bloody Stiles. Stiles looked down immediately and silently began to wash his hands before moving on to his face. ¨Dude…¨ the other boy said breathlessly. Stiles looked up briefly at that. ¨A-Are you okay?¨ Mutely Stiles nodded, still preferring to rid himself of the red fluid rather than say anything that might get him pummeled again. Suddenly the boy took a step forward causing Stiles to do the opposite whilst locking eyes with him. The two stared at one another before Stiles finally spoke.
¨Look man, I just want to get to class¨ he said sounding tired and truly he was but not in need of sleep tired. There was tiredness in his bones, his brain, and his aura. The other boy nodded and stepped aside so that he was no longer blocking the door. Stiles' shoulders slumped in relief and he nodded his gratitude before walking out of the small bathroom.
Scott watched the other boy walk out with interest. He didn't recall ever knowing this boy but there was something about him that made Scott want to. Maybe it was the blood that had seemed to cover the other boy entirely, or the dullness in his eyes, but maybe it was how defeated the other boy was. How worn down and lifeless he looked. Like he had never been faced with any form of happiness. Scott's mind took him back to a quote he had read somewhere. ¨If you put someone down enough, they´ll stay there.¨
These chapters are meant to be short that is why there will be so many of them. Chapter 2 will be up tomorrow as long as reviews come in ;)