Chapter two.
At 16 I thought I wanted a more exciting life then the one I was living in the monotone city of Beacon Hills. I wanted adventure, drama, something different then school, home and Scott's house. Don't get me wrong, I loved my life. After everything I lost, I was thankful for the things I still had and treated them as so, but the urge for more was overwhelming and I would do anything to just have something to talk about that's different, that's new. Thats why when the new school year started, when Scott was bitten, when my life changed, I embraced it with a smile. Sure I was freaked out a bit, and sure I was pissed that I was so clueless on all these things happening in the place I grew up in my whole life, but this is the excitement I craved.
By 17 I have been pushed around a lot, beaten, hurt and belittled by pretty much everyone I have been in contact with. I don't mind though, because I'm helping Scott and Derek with their problems... Which include death and mayhem. Not quite the excitement I was looking for, but I can't exactly back out now, unless I want to be ripped apart by pissy werewolves.
At 18 our little group of werewolves has grown to six and we even have several humans running around. I shouldn't say 'our' I should say 'their' because Derek has made it perfectly clear that I am not one of the pack and never will be. He has even thrown me against a few walls over the years to get it into my head. After saving his life a few times you would think he would be gentler, but I guess Derek is never gentle.
It's not just him though, over the last year I've had Scott, Isaac, Boyd and even Allison tell me that I'm not apart of the pack, they, of course, were more friendly about it, like we were discussing math instead of the supernatural.
I never believe it, since I'm still included in pack night and am a regular asset in missions; I just assume they are playing around.
Its pack night, tonight, and as per usual I bring the snacks and movies while everyone else just brings themselves over to the big Alpha's house.
"So, Allison said this thing yesterday that made me laugh..." Scott drones on about Allison again, not noticing that I'm long past caring or listening to his repetitive musings.
"Uh huh..." I say, the line becoming almost a chant when talking to Scott now. Come to think of it, talking to Scott now is just plain dull. All he ever seems to talk about is Allison, well, to me anyway. I hear him have full conversations about irrelevant things with Isaac or the others, like we used to. We've been becoming more distant in the past year then we ever have been before in our lives, we only seem to talk when no one else is around for Scott to converse with, and when we do talk, it's about Allison. I can never get any words in.
Normally I wouldn't mind if I had another output, another source to communicate to as people need to socialize in order to be healthy and content within themselves. Now, put the ADHD on top of that? And you have a recipe for an over active, twitchy ball of conversation that needs some way to relieve the tension in the vocal cords... you know, by talking. Which I do a lot. Not lately though, due to the fact that everyone is scared to tell me to shut up anymore.
I don't mention by ADHD, or the fact that holding things in like that is like an orb of stress and nerves in the pit of my stomach that needs to be released, Instead I shut up.
"And her father walked in..." Scott was saying as I finally pull my Jeep into the driveway of the Hale house.
"We're here!" I say, truly happy to have a chance away from Scott's babbling about his one and only. I quickly reach behind the seat and snatch the plastic shopping bag full of tonight's treats and entertainment. "C'mon, the packs probably already here." I turn off the engine and step out, slamming the door in sync with Scott's side. We let ourselves into the house and I hear the chatter of Erica and Isaac from the other room. Scott and I walk over to the living area, a place we know too well from all the other meetings there, and are greeted with a few smiles.
"Hey, Scott. Stiles." Boyd greets from the couch, his arm loosely hung around Erica. Allison is seated in the love couch, waiting patiently for Scott no doubt, my suspension is confirmed when she bounces up into his open arms when he appears in the doorway. They settle down on the couch. Isaac is sitting on the floor by Erica's feet and Jackson is squeezed in on a chair with Lydia that is placed beside the couch on the far end by the wall, a book is in her hands. I don't bother looking to see what it is called, but instead focus on the way the light from the lamp seems to only glow when it hits her hair. The vibrate strawberry blond hair falls onto her shoulders in waves only the ocean can master and the pout to her lips, the shiny gloss, only makes it that much more magical looking. It belongs in a movie, a big one, with a red carpets and lots of pictures. I ignore the tan arm thrown across her shoulders in a lazy manner. My always-there smile turns down into a small scowl.
"What are you doing, Stiles?" A deep voice asks behind me. I swing around, my heart seeming to jump out of my chest. The plastic bag I forgot I was holding drops to the floor and the contents spill out.
"Holy fuc- What? I was, fuck." I yelp out, and then bend down immediately to pick the items up and put them back into the bag. "Don't scare me like that, or next time I'll hit ya." I snap at Derek, not meaning it of course. I don't have a death sentence or anything. He snorts back and steps around me, opting to sit in the open space beside Erica and Boyd on the couch. I place the bag on the coffee table when and look at everyone with my signature smile. "What do you guys wanna watch?" I ask, pulling out the small stack of movies from the shopping bag. Most of them are old classics but I always put in a werewolf movie or two, just because I find it hilarious, though no one else seems to.
"We have... Wolverine, Human Centipede," I hear Allison say 'ew' and Lydia makes a disgusted face to the last one, "Underworld, and Godfather."
"Oh! Underworld, she's hot in that one," Isaac states, reaching into the bag to take a bag of sour gummy worms.
"Yeah!" Scott agrees, getting a smack from Allison. "I mean, well, she's pretty, I guess."
"Nice save." I laugh, and everyone chuckles a little, except Derek of course. "Underworld it is then," I say, popping the movie in. I press play when the menu comes up then sit back on the floor by Derek's feet. Someone turns out the light and we are left in the glow of the T.V screen.
A few hours later the movie ends and I am left with an asleep butt. As the credits roll I stand up from the uncomfortable arrangement I was in and stretch my body, hearing a couple satisfying pops in my back. "Wasn't that great?" I grin cheerfully, picking up my small bag of miniature Smarties I had finished. "I mean, the graphics are so wow in that movie. Oh, and the wolves? They're so cool! The girl was hot too; do you think she could be that hot if it happened for real? I mean, she never looked not hot. It was nice. Best part." I babble on, Feeling some sort of relief to being able to just talk like I used to. It's crushed when Jackson speaks up.
"Shut up, Stiles." He says harshly with an annoyed look and a vapid sigh, he earns a few looks of agreement from the others. I shut up right away, of course, but the ping of hurt that hits my chest is almost overpowering. Scott was one to look like he agreed, even nodded. The bastard.
"Finally." Jackson almost growls out, unknowingly sending another ping of pain. I smile, though, and apologise.
"Alright, guys. It's late, lets sleep." Derek speaks up for the first time that night. Of course it's an order, though. He looks to me and I understand what he means, this causes me to look down with a sad frown.
"G'night guys." I murmur, gathering my phone from the table and giving everyone a small wave before leaving. No one says bye as I walk out.
This has become routine; I come, bring movies and food, and leave before they go to sleep. The only human to have to go is me, of course. Scott said it was because I snore or something and they can't angry at all or they could transform. I didn't call his lie. Scott is putting distance between us. A lot in so little time. I don't want to believe it, but it's happening, maybe it's due to Allison, or maybe the pack, or both. He rarely comes over now, and every time I call him he is busy with Allison, even that time I held Derek up for two hours in a fucking pool and called him for help. He doesn't talk to me more then he has to at school, and is pretty much switching me out for the rest of the pack.
Then there's Jackson. He has told me straight up that I am a useless human that should just go home where I belong. They used to never affect me, but like earlier, they are starting to actually get to me. Bring me down, even. I don't think he realizes they do, and I refuse to ever give him the satisfaction. He has Lydia, he will not get anything else from me.
I know Derek doesn't like me, even though I saved his ass on more than one occasion, and he has proven this with insults or violent behavior, like throwing me against walls or death threats. It doesn't take a genius to tell that he would be perfectly fine if I were to leave, no matter how much I want him to care.
But as the pathetic loser I am, I stick around hoping that when they finally do cut me off completely, that they will do it with humanity.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf in any way shape or form.
AN: It's... 4am, I think I'm going to sleep now. c: ~~~ Shy.