Not your type >< Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 23: Something new

The familiar sound of the bell called out to the students as they exited their classes and headed towards the car park. Shortly the four friends were all leaving together as they met up from their separate classes, as they all walked out the double doors to go home, a single blue jeep awaited by the curb. Leaning against the hood with his arms crossed, Stiles smiled at the three of his friends who were in immediate view, but as Sienna emerged from behind them all, his eyes travelled along to meet hers, and when he finally saw her, his smile disappeared.

Sienna had noticed the dramatic change in his attitude but refused to acknowledge it, she didn't want to ask because she was afraid of his answer. Just a day ago they were in a position that some would say could be closer than just friends but now they would look like nothing but strangers to one another. Instead of thinking too much about it, she simply pretended to ignore his demeanour and pray that he could soon forget that she was no longer like him anymore.

Walking towards him, alongside the rest, they finally approached Stiles.

The group began chatting however Stiles and Sienna managed to not say a word to each other despite the continuous sidewards glances stolen from each other, however the feelings behind those stares differed greatly. Stiles was still hurt and angry and sad and annoyed and confused, but those feelings mixed together only resulted in an undeniable resentment towards the blonde who now only stood a meter away from him.

Sienna had opted to walk home again today after she politely declined Lydia's offer of a lift, she said goodbye to the rest of her friends, but before she could say goodbye to Stiles, he'd already gotten himself into his jeep and driven off.

Familiarity only breeds contempt, he wanted to know her, but when he finally knew her a little too well, and she was different to what he expected, he no longer wanted her.

Whether out of fear or anger, Dereks influence seemed to have encouraged him to ice her out simply because she of what she was.

And what was she?...
She was powerful.

Siennas POV

Once again, I walked alone along the quiet pavement. As I let my mind spin in attempt to cater to all my thoughts like it usually did, I had a sudden and urgent feeling telling me that that I needed to get more information from Deaton. Telling me that I didn't know enough to settle for the night. Spontaneously, I did a 180° turn as I headed back in the opposite direction and towards the clinic, he should still be working at this time so I hoped could get some more answers to questions I had yet to ask.

Walking quickly, I was there shortly, as I walked through I called out his name, and within no time at all I was greeted with a smile as he let me in.

      " I need to know more Deaton, Stiles has changed since he found out about me. I hate change and I hate that I feel like I'm losing him, like I'm losing one of my closest friends. Im losing control and right now, controls the only thing i need. What else am—" before I could even finish what I was saying, a blinding pain radiated from the back of my head, my legs gave way as I plummeted to the floor. Immediately, one hand shot up in attempt to relieve or numb the pain, and the other attempted to help me regain balance. I knew something was wrong but it felt different this time, I knew the pain wasn't mine. I felt like I was able to figure out what or whose it was, but the pain was too strong and my thoughts were to scattered to become comprehensible.

Despite my eyes being clenched as I tried to succour the pain, I could tell Deaton had crouched down next to me, as he began to speak in a slightly hushed tone. " Sienna, I believe this is one of your powers. You need to focus your mind. Focus your thoughts. One of your friends may be in trouble. Think Sienna, think. Only about your friends, let your powers draw you to which one you're feeling"

I listened to his words carefully but i couldn't act on them immediately, I needed their pain to stop first. I controlled my breathing from rapid to calm but it wasn't enough, I couldn't think straight. I laid sprawled on the floor as Deaton continued to try to help me but it wasn't working, I didn't know what to do.

My mind was blurry and my heart was pounding, but as I was about to give up, until I felt something- SCOTT.

He was in trouble. I don't know how, I don't know why but I had to call him. The pain seemed to disappear almost as quickly as it had appeared, but I didn't even notice as I dialled his number and let the phone do the rest. I heard it ring several times before a voice answered, i couldn't tell if it was Scott or not straight away because his voice sounded like I had just woken whoever it was up, however as he spoke a few more words his identity was confirmed and it was definitely Scott I was talking to.

      " Are you okay? I need to know you're okay?" My voice was rushed and flustered as I urged to get an answer.

      " I'm okay now, I'm healed. I got into an accident, I fell of my bike and hit my head but... what, how did you know?" There was a brief silence between the two before Scott continued, "Is this one of your powers?"

      " I felt it Scott. I felt your pain. I'm with Deaton, he showed me how to channel it. I'm able to know whose pain I'm feeling. I knew it was you, I can't explain how but I just knew. I'm coming over, I need to test something, tell everyone to go to yours. It's important"

      " I'll get them here"

After that, our phone call ended. I gave Deaton a hug and told him how much I needed this, my sadness towards Stiles was outweighed by this discovery about myself and my abilities. In those few minutes, I finally subconsciously accepted that he may not like who I am anymore, but I can't help that. It's his choice, however I won't let how he feels define how I feel. Knowing the danger and potential threats that surround us all everyday, having this ability may help save one of my friends, so I'm not going to let someone like Stiles's decision bring me down. I'm better than that. I'm better than him.

My pace increased until I breathlessly knocked on Scott's door, already unlocked it opened slightly and I let myself into the McAll household. Voices trailed down from upstairs and I gathered that everyone was already there, bursting into the room i quite quickly made myself announced. Sweaty and flushed cheeks, I still wasn't able to quite word anything I was about to say. As I surveyed they room, they all stared at me in shock, confusion and worry. I smiled to reassure them as my words were failing me, slumping onto a chair beside the desk I finally began.

      " I know more about myself now. I know what I can do. Whether it's just this I don't know, but I don't care anymore. Derek may be after me but I can't let him win. Whatever I am, I know I'm not a bad person. I can use this to help you all"

The group was quite clearly still confused, deciding to opt for a physical demonstration, I found a pin on Scott's desk and handed it to him first, as he held it unwillingly in the palm of his hand I smirked in a manner that only confused him more. I was certain he had become part of my pack that i'd somehow formed since being in America just like Lydia and Deaton thought as well, I was also pretty convinced Stiles was to, however I'll test him along with everyone after.

" Without letting me see, prick any of your fingertips with the pin"

I turned away so the group could see both Scott and I however,  I could only see the wall from where I faced. I could only assume Scott was debating on whether to follow my instructions or not, but I took the silence as his compliance and I just waited for him to follow my instructions.

" Your pinky on your left hand" was all i said to fully capture the attention of my friends. I watched their reactions and they all looked intrigued, all except Stiles, he remained interested however he stayed quiet. I didn't bother asking him though, instead I told them to each take pin and asked them to follow what Scott had done, one at a time. However, I'd have my back turned and I would be able to identify who was using the pin and where they were pricking them selves. One by one, they'd all done it and every time my theory had proven correct: we were all apart of my pack. My own pack.

One friend however, remained untested, as I walked towards Stiles he to stood up, we were just centimeters away from each other, despite him being a whole head taller than me, we were still looking eye to eye in silence. Slowly, with no expression I handed him the pin. I let my eyes talk for me, in which he eventually, unspokenly agreed and gently took the pin from between my fingers.

Just like the others, he to was apart of my pack. Our pack.