~ Monday morning ~
Loud beep of the alarm clock really made Scott pissed off this morning; he really wasn't ready for the new day to begin. Not ready for going to school – and meeting Stiles. It felt like boy had suddenly turned against him, even he tried to tell himself boy really didn't do anything wrong. He was possibly also just waking up under his own sheets, couple of blocks away. Feeling mad at the alarm still beeping, he angrily slammed the button with his left hand, before sitting up. "Do I really have to go?" he asked himself, gently rubbing his eyes with his hands and getting off of his bed. He took a look at himself in the mirror and checked out his backpack before getting down to the kitchen, where his mother was already enjoying her breakfast. Scott was able to see how his mother waited for him to act like he did every morning after her nightshift, but he really didn't feel like talking to her about the previous day at school, or about the night he spent home all alone. There was nothing to tell her anyways, so he just ate his breakfast cereals in quiet.
He watched his mother getting off the table, putting the tableware she used into the dishwasher. Scott was following him with his eyes, when she turned to face her son with a worried look on her face. "What's wrong, my son?" she asked, while she kneeled next to his boy and carefully felt his forehead with her hand, thinking that he might be having a sore throat and didn't like talking because of that. Obviously, his forehead didn't feel warm enough for that theory as she stood up seeming even more worried. "Scott? What's the matter?" she asked again, taking a seat next to him on the table, just to watch how her son get off the table, filling the dishwasher before picking up his backpack and leaving the house. He got no change, promise was always promise.
Stiles woke up before his alarm was able to go off, he was feeling good after having such of a nice dream and giving himself some pleasure to start the day with. He was sitting on a breakfast table with his father, having interesting discussions about all the things man had seen during his workday last night. Boy was smiling from one ear to another; it was obvious he was having a good day.
Knock on the door made his smile grow even wider, as he remembered they had been planning on going to school together with Scott this morning. And yes, indeed, as soon as Stiles' father got to open the door, boy saw his best friend walking into the kitchen. "Hey, mate!" he mumbled with his mouth full of pancakes, covered with strawberry jam. He knew it looked too delicious for Scott to just stand there, watching him eat all of the pancakes, so he gestured towards the table, suggesting him to take piece or two as well. "They're delicious, just take one!" Mr. Stilinski said, as he watched Scott staring at the plate full of pancakes, clearly hesitating if it really was alright for him to eat their pancakes. "We will never get them all eaten by ourselves…" man added, when Scott gave him a glance clearly asking, if he was sure about what he said. He gestured towards the table, watching how Scott sat down next to Stiles and picked up his first pancake.
Silence was killed by Mr. Stilinski picking up the all the three plates from the table, singing his favorite song out loud. Stiles raised one eyebrow as he looked at his father, then shaking his head and leaving the table. "Better not stay here until he begins with Opera… Let's go, Scott." he said, picking up the green coat from the rack before opening the door and stepping into the fresh air.
~ Monday afternoon ~
Scott was really tired as he got home from school, deciding it was time for a nap, he climbed up in his bed and dived under the sheets. He knew fallings asleep would feel so good, but it seemed like he couldn't push his thoughts away. One of thousands thoughts he couldn't stop thinking about was how Stiles had been spending all the breaks texting with someone – they hardly got time to chat with each other as the boy seemed to have his phone attached to his hand. What if it was Derek he was texting all day? What if Stiles would, one day, come to him and tell they were seeing each other in romantic way? His heart couldn't probably handle it.
Repeating his own story, how he told Allison to never talk to him again, just for being able to take a step closer to the love of his life, he had ended up in a awkward situation watching how his crush was – probably – all over someone else. Of course, he had never seen them together, he had never seen if it was really Derek Stiles was texting, and he had never really even heard people talking about it. He was sure he would hear the loudest rumors about the new gay couple of the town, if something like that was happening… Maybe he should just calm down and forget about it.
He closed his eyes, falling asleep with lights on. In his dream, he saw himself hiding in light green bushes near Derek's house. He was listening closely, and soon enough he was able to hear a sound of a familiar car – Stiles was coming there. There was no doubt about that. Scott leaned his back against the old, dead tree behind him and let the backside of his head hit into the tree for couple of times. "No, no, no." he repeated while banging his head against the tree, knowing Stiles could possibly hear the knocks of his head hitting the tree, if he didn't stop right now.