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This boy whose name she didn't even know was showing her such kindness. The likes of which she had never seen before, let alone experienced first hand. "What's your name?" He turned to her with this beautiful smile directed right at her and introduced himself as, "Stiles." before asking in turn, "Now what's your name beautiful?" Blushing Erica turned away at the endearment feeling anything but beautiful in that moment.
When a gentle grip to her chin forced her to meet his sad yet questioning gaze. "What's the matter gorgeous? Are you hurt?" With a shake of her head she sobbed out a quiet, "No, I'm not hurt, beyond my pride. I'm Erica." A small frown creased his brow and his free hand brushed away the tears that had ruined her make up. "I'm not beautiful. Just look at me." Erica was taken aback when he simply gripped her chin a little firmer, looking directly into her eyes with a fierce expression saying in a final tone, "I am looking, I see a beautiful girl whose body doesn't always listen."
What a surprising answer that was in all honesty. She never would have expected that one. A pity filled ' you're alright' maybe as he hurried to get her home out of some semblance of imagined responsibility he's feeling. Instead, when she looked into his honeyed brown eyes she saw a true understanding and it made her wonder what it was that he suffered from that gave him that kinship with her. As they continued on towards her off campus apartment she noticed now that he wasn't slouching that this boy, this Stiles was rather tall and could carry himself with an imposing type of grace that she never would have expected based off their stuttered out first meeting. He was daring anyone to so much as look twice at her and those that did cowered in submission under his scrutiny, because words were unnecessary when you had that mean of a death glare.
"My mother. She had frontotemperal dementia, it's genetic. Plus I have ADHD." Stiles answered her unasked question without so much as a glance her way, as they continued on to her fast approaching apartment. "It's just this one here." He nodded as she struggled to find her keys which caused a small amused chuckle to escape Stiles causing her to look up in shock that he would make fun of her now, that he really was just like every other guy who had seen her like this. Even Derek. Looking up at him with new tears filling her she saw as Stiles eyes widened in a shocked sort of disbelief. "No, no, no. I wasn't laughing at you just at the fact that women's purses make no sense tom me. I mean seriously what is up with all that, you can't possibly need all that space. I mean look you can't even find your keys, I wasn't laughing at you or your seizure aftermath." Erica let out a little laugh at how this sweet sweet boy really was sorry for making her think even for one second that he was making fun of her and her condition.
At Erica's laugh Stiles stopped talking snapping his jaw shut cheeks going pink with embarrassment. "Sorry, I ramble sometimes." He couldn't believe that so many people in her life had made her feel inferior because of her condition that she's come to expect nothing else. Nothing but pointing and laughter and cruelty. She was truly beautiful under all the makeup and slutty clothes. She didn't need to overcompensate like she was, in no doubt an attempt to make others see beyond her epilepsy. She didn't need it though, she was a true and honest beauty. "Thank you" was softly whispered as if she was afraid to say it any louder. Like she was thanking him for more than just walking her home, like she was thanking him for showing her that there were people out there that weren't bothered by her condition.
Letting her go inside with a small wave and a smile Stiles turned to leave. He hadn't planned on his meeting with Erica to go quite the way it did, but he couldn't help but treat her with the respect and kindness she deserved for struggling everyday. Not knowing whether or not she was about to go into a seizure. He had planned on letting her believe she had the total upper hand in their relationship by being the fumbling little inexperienced boy who was enamored with her beauty and a little intimidated by her confidence. He hadn't heard about her condition though truthfully that wasn't something people generally talk about in small talk. Still he should have been better prepared, and now his plan was in need of a change because he had a feeling that despite Erica's involvement with Derek and his line of broken hatred fools she was a good person who just got a little bit lost along the way no thanks to the lack of kindness and compassion in people.
He might have just made himself a true friend tonight, Stiles thought as he made his way back to the dorms for a good nights sleep before he continued on with his plan to destroy one Derek Hale, and oh it was going to be a sweet sweet victory for every person he hurt just because he could. Whistling a happy tune hands in his pockets Stiles didn't notice a man taking notice of him, a handsome man a few years older but no less mischievous than he had an inkling this whistling boy could be. Oh yes he was very interested in this boy indeed. This boy was a clever, clever thing indeed. Peter was always able to spot a likeminded person and this was a very similar person in belief system at the very least. This boy enjoyed playing with others and their feelings, he had to meet this boy.