Next thing i knew i was on a bed. My vision is fuzzy. I start to cough and then moan as the coughing starts to hurt. When my vision starts to focus I look around.
"Stiles... Stiles I'm so sorry." Then I start to remember what happened and my heart starts to beat 10 times faster. Not from panic but from anger. "I'ma kill you Scott. Ima kill you!" I get up of the bed and punch him in the face. It looked like it hurt him alot. Then I felt sorta bad. But i dont care he deserved it.
"Asshole... I trusted you." I say, anger still radiating off of me. "Look, I know Stiles I'm sorry okay." Scott whispers. I walk to the bathroom and pass a mirror. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I say looking at the huge bruises on my neck. I barge out of the bathroom. "You see this! Do you see this! How the fuck am I supposed to explain this to my dad huh Scott!" Now anger is surging out of me. I let out a frustrated filled noise.
"Just tell him you got beat up at school by some assholes." Derek concludes. I jerk my head towards him. Usually that would hurt but I'm to angry to feel it. The adreniline taking any pain away.
"Oh yeah. That makes sense just tell him I got beat up at school. You know what he'll do... He'll freaking go crazy trying to finding the kids who did it. He'll look through every security camera the school owns just to find the kids who supposedly did this to me... Fuck you guys dont understand."
I punch a wall near Scotts head and the wall shadders into a fist size hole. "God.. I need to get out of here... I'm going for a walk." Scott quickly grabs my hand in attempt to stop me but I give him the Stilinski death glare and he lets go. When I get to the front door I whisper... "you ruined my fucking life." and then quickly exit the apartment.
I start to walk when I'm hit with a surge of guilt, but I walk it out. "Stupid werewolf crap. Stupid best friend. He's a horrible friend. Asshole deserved the punch. Always with Alison or Isaac or Derek never me. Nope not once me. Promising me shit he can't keep."
"I know I'm sorry." I jerk up suddenly out of my thoughts. I moan as the pain starts to settle in. "I said I wanted to take a walk to be alone."
"I know but... Look I'm sorry Stiles okay I'm freaking sorry and I know I deserved a punch more even and I'm sorry I've been hanging out with everyone but you and I do owe you. I owe my life. Just please dont be mad at me. You don't understand how much it kills me when your mad."
"I wont be mad at you if you can tell me what tomorrow and October 31 is."
Scott winces at the questions. "Um, well I know what October 31 is. It's your birthday but I dont know what tomorrow is."
Now I want to kick him in the balls. How could he forget what tomorrow is. That's the most important day of me and my fathers life. I litterally feel like I just got stabbed in the heart.
"Oh My God I seriously wanna kill you get the fuck out of my face you dick. You-You ungreatful piece of shit." I scream at him and he stops walking but I dont I just keep walking. I'm like so frustrated right now I cant even deal.
After my long walk I go back to Derek's apartment. I slam the door and walk to the living room. Not giving any type of contact with Scott. "You alright?" lydia asks taking my hand and drawing circles with her thumb. "Yes, Im fine." I say through my teeth. They all know I'm not.
