Feeding |Stiles X OC|

Another Day

My body wouldn't hurt as bad if people wouldn't bump into me so much in the halls. I guess it's my fault for making myself invisible so I really should be thankful. Making it to class was a relief as I sank into the back seat before others came in. Of course Stiles and Scott threw themselves inside just as the bell rang, earning a glare from the teacher. Placing themselves in their assigned seating, I shrunk down and opened my notebook. Doodling was the one way to get through class since the teacher was very strict about sleeping.

"Scott, did you even read any of what I've assigned this year?" the teacher's voice, Mr Harris, snapped through my brain fog.

"Um maybe?" he mumbled in response.

"I guess you have the same answer, mister Stilinski?"

"Oh no! My father the chief of police sits down every night and helps me with my homework,"he remarked. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped and quickly looked up to get the teacher's reaction. Instead I met stile's eyes causing my cheeks to burn up so I shot my gaze back down to my notebook. Human curiosity got me and I looked up again and found he was still looking at me, with a smile. Forcing my eyes down again I smiled to myself and went back to doodling.

As the class dulled and dragged on I kept sneaking glances up at stiles who really couldn't stop talking to Scott. Luckily I didn't have a lab partner next to me because when I finally realized what I was doodling I found my notebook was covered in Stile's name, circling repeatedly around a sketch of his eyes. Shrieking to myself I closed it rapidly which caused everyone to look at me. Instantly my cheeks burned hot cheetoh red as the teacher glared at me.

"Have something to share?"

"Um. No sorry, I thought I saw a bug and tried to kill it," I was surprised I came up with an excuse so fast and to stick to it I kept the teacher's eye contact while sinking into my seat.

"I'll let the principal know we have a bug infestation then," he stated, staring directly at Scott and Stiles. A fly is probably the best bug to describe them, always in your ears and always in your business.

Somehow we made it through the rest of class without pissing off the teacher anymore, meaning no detention for anyone which was unusual. He loves giving out detentions even though he has to stay and watch over if he gives them out. Maybe he does that because he's lonely?

I only had a couple classes with Stiles despite my overwhelming crush on him, It just happened it was gym class and chemistry, both which I struggled in tremendously. I spent most of my extra time trying to catch up on chemistry. Seriously the details in that class are insane and Mr Harris cares not if you need help. This is why I mainly use this as a reason to go hide for lunch so I can study. I choose the library since I can grab some extra study material since what I'm already given makes no sense. I didn't have money for lunch anyways so It was better not to waste time going into the cafeteria.

I sat in the back of the library and snatched my chemistry textbook from my backpack, it slamming onto the table loudly enough to echo. If that doesn't show how stupidly heavy these things are, then honestly I don't know what could.

If I was Mr.Harris I probably would force someone to hang out with me, it would beat sitting alone all the time. I wouldn't even need them to speak to me, just being nearby is enough. That thought kept me up a lot even though I made it this way, it still was consuming to feel so lonely.

Sighing I flipped open my textbook to today's chemistry homework and spent the remainder of lunch to attempt to figure out what it meant. If he explained better maybe I would understand what it's looking for.

I barely was halfway through the required chapter questions by the time the lunch bell rang. Chemistry won the battle but I had to win the war, my grade depended on it. I shoved everything back into my bag and dragged myself back out into the halls of bodies, attempting to weave my way through without making contact.

Walking all the way across campus to the gym lockers felt like walking through a herd of wild animals with how intense everyone was acting. Finally I could relax when I hit the staircase to go downstairs to the locker rooms.

"Stiles," I heard a voice snap, almost causing me to trip on my own feet down the stairs. I pushed myself to act like nothing happened as the top of the staircases stairs slammed shut.

"Lycanthrope isn't too crazy of an idea hear me out," Stiles babbled on. Wasn't that the term for werewolf?

"No Stiles seriously. You've gone off the deep end. Have you even slept?" Probably not, he slept in class almost as much as me some weeks.

"Not the point Scott, seriously the details-"

"No!" Scott snapped back, my shoulders flinching inwards as my body hurried forward into the locker room to avoid any further interaction.

I snuck myself around the lockers to the back corner where I threw my backpack in and grabbed out my gym clothes. They consisted of a long sleeve shirt and some workout leggings, I swear they make this school below freezing. I would prefer to wear sweatpants but coach did not take to that kindly.

We all began making our way into the gymnasium where everyone grouped off on the bleachers to chitchat while coach stood up front, whistle already in his mouth. I hugged my arms close prepping for the shrieking of the sound.

There it goes- "Listen up!" he yelled almost as loud as the whistle was. "Team up time, I need two captains!"

Hands shot up before he was done and I was surprised by how many people wanted to be in charge. His eyes scanned the groups as every one sat in silence.

"MCcall and Jackson!" both of them stood and threw themselves down the bleacher stairs to stand in front. I could already feel the tension between them. I knew they both were on the lacrosse team but I didn't realize they were so against each other. I swear it wasn't this bad a few weeks ago.

"Pick your teammates and lets get going. We're playing basketball today!" He blew his whistle again and everyone sat in anticipation to be picked. I slowly scooted myself away from their line of sight to try and avoid being picked, not like they knew my name anyways.

They took their time till coach yelled at them and the groups began increasing in size. Our gym class wasn't too large but it was enough where there were a little under 10 on each team.

"Long sleeves," a rough voice snapped and I looked up to find Jackson staring right at me.

"Okay," I mumbled, getting up and standing behind the rest of the group. I had no chance of helping in this but at least I could look at the other team that of course contained both Scott and Stiles. I'm surprised coach didn't separate them yet.

"Alright pick starting players and grab some jerseys. Jackson your team is red, MCcall your team is blue," once again he uses the whistle. We should be deaf with how much he uses it.

I grabbed a jersey and stood off to the side as Jackson mumbled off to the people surrounding him, pretty obvious who the starting players were. All the other players lined up at the side as the players moved into their spots in the gym.

Jackson and Scott faced off and coin tossed to which resulted in Scott starting the game with the ball. Off they were. The teammates were trying to get the ball to Jackson and Scott as much as possible as they kept getting layups almost each time the ball switched teams. I looked around to find stiles pacing back and forth at the edge as he watched the game unfold. I never knew he enjoyed basketball so much.

As the game counted down most people hadn't been substituted into the game as the guys kept hogging the ball, probably going against the whole point of the game. We all stood in anticipation as the teams were tied. Jackson now made a cut through and was dribbling down the court. Before we knew it Scott was next to him and had tossed him before he could get towards the hoop. Jackson flew backwards airborne into the hoop and dropped back down onto the ground, smacking hard enough that it sounded like it was his head.

Scott stepped back unsure as everyone ran up to Jackson who laid motionless. Coach was by his side as everyone scattered, including Scott and Stiles who moved themselves back towards the locker rooms. I stared as Scott threw open the door roughly, stiles right behind him looking more scattered than his pacing from before looked.

Authors note:

Hello! So as you can tell I am not following the show exactly, I'm gonna keep to the timeline of events and how things happened but I'll change a few things and add my own spin. Thank you for reading! :)