you smell...good

9. I need some space...

~hello~

it's currently 3 am and instead of sleeping, I'm going to start this chapter because apparently, I hate myself.

~ Hope you're all doing well. Let's get into it~

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Stiles. Exhausted, fell asleep despite the pain he felt both mentally and physically. 

he was woken up by the sound of someone knocking on the front door.

"Stiles? You home?!"

Scott. Stiles sat up and wondered if he should answer the door or not. Still upset, Stiles turned around and pulled the covers over his head. Wincing in pain as his bruises and scrapes from being pushed into the floor and collapsing onto a cement footpath, rubbed against the mattress. he covered his ears to drown out whatever Scott was saying.

Eventually, the knocking stopped and Scott left. Stiles tried to sleep again but his eyes wouldn't stay shut and his body couldn't stay still. he peered over at the clock on his bedside table, 4:47 pm... 

Stiles felt sick deep inside and wished he could go back to sleep. Was his dad home? no... Stiles had gotten up and opened the front door. his dad's car wasn't there...but Stiles Jeep was!?... Scott must have brought it back. Stiles didn't know how to feel about Scott right now. He was mad that Scott ditched him at that party, 'did he have any idea what happened to me...' 

Stiles sighed and went out to sit in his Jeep. he rested his head on the steering wheel and closed his eyes.' i wish mum was here...she'd know exactly what to tell me.' Stiles clenched his fists and held back tears. He missed his mum and in this moment, he felt entirely alone...

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(A/N ok its almost 4 am now lol, I'll come back to this...) 

It was the next day and Stiles' dad had come home the evening before. Stiles didn't want his dad to know what had happened, so he got up and went to school like nothing was wrong. It was chilly, driving to school and the jeeps heater was currently on the list of things Stiles needed to get repaired. He had woken up early in an attempt to avoid Scott and his dad, though his dad was probably going to sleep till lunch time, so he wouldn't have seen him anyway.

Parking his jeep in a corner where it was hard to see, Stiles clambered out of his precious car and took a deep breath, he clenched his fist, clawing his palms. " it's gonna be fine...hopefully". Stiles let out some nervous laughter as he made his way into the school.

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Stiles' POV
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My fist tingled after I had to bash my locker just to get the damn door open. This school can afford to buy new chairs that were just a crappy as the old ones but can't even consider  getting new lockers that can actually open and close.

First period was maths...great. I am pretty good at maths but I struggle to focus and with all that's been happening I'm so gonna fail this terms math.

Scott is in the same math class as me so that's just peachy. But it's not all bad, I mean...Lydia is also in my math class...with her gorgeous strawberry blonde hair and...and...and what. What? I trailed off for a second there. Oddly. Thinking of Lydia isn't as...joy bringing as it usually is. What is wrong with me today.