Author's Note:

Thanks for getting through my first chapter. Hope you enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Teen Wolf'.

Chapter 2: Not Like Us

It was the day after the big game that, somehow, Beacon Hills had managed to turn around; thanks to the help of team co-operation. Oh, and Jackson. You couldn't really forget about him. At least, not whilst people were running around the hallways screaming and shouting and cheering for the now famous player who managed to 'single-handedly turn the tides' of the game.

Although, Jackson didn't win the game by himself.

From what Stiles saw from the videos that people had been uploading to places like Facebook, as well as the gifs that he had seen on Tumblr, it seemed like the only reason people passed to him at all was out of pure fear; out of the opposing team, or Jackson himself. Maybe seeing really muscular, stocky guys in the away team hit some of their nerves and made them crap their pants.

Jackson always got the ball just before the away team was about to knock over one of the Beacon Hills players. Jackson, in retrospect, saved all of their asses yesterday. Too bad he was too much of a jerk to appreciate the rest of the people who helped him win that match. Stiles could see him from down the hall. There was a small group of girls surrounding him, applauding him for his amazing work yesterday. He was smiling at them, and although he couldn't hear it, Stiles could tell he was flirting on them if the blushes on the girls' faces were any indicator. Then, the bell rang for first period. The girls waved a reserved goodbye at the star jock as they slowly dispersed, along with the rest of the students in the hallway.

Stiles was too busy paying attention to what Jackson was doing that he didn't realise that he was going to be late to class unless he got a move on.

He was loud in his attempt to scramble the books and papers in his locker that he would need for his first lesson with Harris. God, how he despised that man. Although, the devil spawn of a teacher also made it very clear to Stiles, at any chance he got, that the feeling was mutual. Stiles knew that if he was to turn up even one second after the time that students were allocated to get to their lessons, which was only around two minutes, mind you, that he'd instantly get a few hours' worth of detention.

He really didn't have the time or the energy to go through with another one of those. Although, the footsteps that he heard getting closer to him as he grabbed the last of his resources, told him that he might be late to class after all.

"Yo, Stilinski." Jackson was smirking, yet Stiles couldn't see it until he pulled his head out of the way of his locker door, with books in hand. Jackson then promptly slammed his locker shut with a bang that reverberated throughout every hallway in the school, no doubt.

"What do you want, Jackson?" Stiles sighed loudly, however when he did, Jackson's smile widened in response. Stiles hated the fact that Jackson was even talking to him right then because they both knew that whenever the pair were engaged in conversation, something bad was bound to happen.

To Stiles.

"Hey, come on. Don't be so cold. We just won the big game, remember?" Jackson reminded him warmly. Stiles' anxiety lifted slightly and Jackson saw that he was visibly more relaxed, and began speaking again.

"We're having a party at my place tonight in celebration for me winning the big game."

"I thought you said we just won the big game." Stiles tried to clarify.

"We, as in me and not you, Stilinski. I didn't even see you on the bench for the second half of the match." Jackson snorted and Stiles didn't respond.

"Scott's coming to the party. I was talking to him about it, he's expecting to have some great fun with his friends." Jackson spoke politely, and Stiles raised his eyebrow at the jock in front of him. Jackson just nodded at him, and that was all the recognition that Stiles needed.

"Hey, well, I guess I'll see you at the-"

"You're not coming, Stilinski."

What. What?

"Excuse me?" Stiles asked, slightly worried why the conversation took such a drastic turn.

"I said Scott was expecting to have some fun, tonight. Not be brought down by the one and only 'Baggage on the Bench'." Jackson laughed at the nickname he created; Stiles just looked down at the books in his hand, ignoring eye contact.

"He has a reputation to keep you know. He can't do that with you around. It's bad enough that you trail us to every single lacrosse game we have, even though you're never going to play." Stiles' mouth opened slightly in retaliation as he turned to look at Jackson, his smirk still present and proud on his face. However, Stiles was speechless, and he quickly returned his gaze to his books.

That he was slowly clutching tighter towards his chest.

"It's okay. I understand." Stiles said, just wanting to get away from the situation entirely. He was about to turn around to get to his Chemistry class when all of the books in his hands were suddenly on the floor, creating another sound that echoed throughout the building.

"Oops." Jackson said, "Even though you can't do anything right, Stilinski, it's at least good to know that we don't have to add you being a total retard to the list." Jackson walked away, laughing to himself, as Stiles kneeled down and quickly gathered his books. It was way past the two minute time limit that he had in order to get to class. Jackson was just stalling him. Why did he have to listen to him? They were in the same Chemistry class, and Stiles ran towards the direction that Jackson walked in to their shared class.

He got there just behind Jackson at his top speed.

"Ahhhhhh, if it isn't the 'Beacon' himself! Come on in." Mr Harris smiled as he greeted Jackson walking through the door (five minutes late!), and he headed towards 'his' seat at the back of the class, that no one dared to sit in. Mr Harris then turned his attention back to the door, the smile on his face instantly turning into a look of pure disgust as Stiles entered the class.

"Mr Stilinski." He emphasized for an unknown reason. "Tardy, as usual. Detention for an hour after school."

"What kinda crap is that? I got in the same time he did!" Stiles' outburst didn't go unnoticed. He drew the attention of everyone in their class, all eyes on him. He looked and pointed towards the now seated Jackson, who was smirking at him in the smug way he liked to.

"Don't use that language in my classroom!" Mr Harris matched Stiles' sudden rage with his own. All the eyes then swatted over to the teacher in the room, who had clearly lost his marbles. He was turning red and glaring at Stiles in a way that he had never seen before. He just looked like he was trying to kill him with his eyes. It was a strange way to describe it, but that was the only way he could.

"Detention for the rest of the week! Now, sit down before I take this further." Mr Harris pointed at Stiles' chair, next to Scott's near the back of the class, and people were stifling their laughs as Stiles closed the classroom door behind him and obediently went to his chair. He didn't want to argue anymore, it would be pointless and he always knew that Harris had it out for him. Things just couldn't get worse.

He decided to look over at Scott for some form of re-assurance, yet he was rewarded with the side of his face. He tried to whisper to get his friend's attention, but Scott just didn't seem to notice. Or, he didn't want to notice. Stiles didn't forget about his werewolf super hearing, so he just continued to look at him until eventually Harris saw him and told him to turn around, otherwise the consequences would get worse for him.

It wasn't his best Chemistry lesson to say the least.

It wasn't really any better at lunch.

Stiles was sat on the end of the table that he usually sat on at lunch. A few weeks ago, he would be sat further inward, talking to Scott with the rest of the guys, and girls, sat around them. However, he was dropped like a hot potato when Scott made first line. It had been like this for a while. Stiles was sat on the end of the table a metre or so away from Danny, who never once turned to his side to try and involve Stiles in the conversations that the rest of the table were having. Instead, he sat with Isaac across from him; the other outcast of the group, despite being a werewolf himself.

Erica and Boyd had each other, and they were sat slightly further inward on the table. They didn't need a third wheel, and ever since Isaac stopped playing lacrosse to join the track team, he instantly lost anything he had in common with the rest of the table. His popularity dropped, and he only sat near Erica and Boyd at lunch as he just had nobody else to sit with. He moved to the end of the table before Stiles did, but he soon joined him. For the past week, and a few extra days, Stiles had been getting to know him. Surprisingly, they had quite a lot in common. From their love of running to the types of games and anime they enjoyed.

Stiles was finding a friend in the curly haired boy.

They were too deeply engaged in a conversation to notice the slowly growing amount of eyes that were upon them. They both stopped talking when they noticed, and turned to look at the rest of the table looking back at them. They were smirking. Jackson and Erica. Heck, even the usually quiet and collected Boyd was smirking. Lydia, Allison, Danny and Scott didn't look as impressed though, when Jackson began speaking.

"Wow. The nerd fest is finally over. You'd think the little faggots would stop talking about fucking Final Fantasy long enough to notice that NOBODY GIVES A SHIT." Laughter then erupted from the three aforementioned individuals whilst Stiles, Isaac and the other four just glared at Jackson. He didn't seem to notice though, as he was paying too much attention to the guys at the other end of the table.

Stiles got up, and Isaac followed suit when Stiles nodded his head towards him.

"Oh, just leave like the little bitches you are then!" Erica piped in. Jackson laughed at her joke as Stiles led Isaac out of the cafeteria, and towards the library; trays in hand.

They found a secluded table at the back of the library, surrounded by bookcases and out of view of the desk where the staff usually stood (who were never on duty at lunch anyway, since nobody bothered to come to the library at lunch).

"Are you sure that it's okay to eat in here?" Isaac asked, smiling. Seemingly forgetting what happened moments ago. Or at least, trying to. Stiles didn't want to bring it up if Isaac was trying to move on, so he didn't bother.

He went along with it.

"Sure! The staff are never here anyways… And considering how old this carpet is, a few crumbs won't make that much of a difference to the design that looks like it's been ripped from the stone age." Isaac chuckled slightly at Stiles' words, and they ate their meals in silence until Stiles turned saw the clock in the library. Lunch period was almost over.

"Don't worry about what they were saying, you know. They're jerks." Stiles told Isaac. He looked up from his food and smiled through chewing. He swallowed before replying.

"It's fine, Stiles. At least they can find something else to do if we come and camp out here from now on." Isaac stopped to speak to look around for a bit. "It's quiet here. I could get used to his. Heck, and nobody could interrupt our talks now!" He spoke and smiled enthusiastically.

"Heck yeah! Nobody gets in the way of us and Final Fantasy." They laughed loudly before piping back down, remembering they were still in a library.

"Whoops." Isaac said quietly, finishing his meal and heading back towards the cafeteria with his empty tray before Stiles tucked his chair in and quickly followed suit. They laughed a little more on the journey back. It was relaxing, and different.

But different wasn't always a bad thing.

Author's Note:

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-Zharrk