Be a Lover, Not a Fighter ❤STISAAC/STIKLAUS❤

Unending Darkness

"Hey, Stiles....wanna come over after school? Just try not to kiss me. Or suck my dick." Scott called out from across the school. Everyone laughed at the degrading joke. Tears stung my eyes as I passed everyone.

Never realized Scott was such a fucking homophobe. Didn't even realize that was possible. I trusted him with my life.

Now....I don't know who to trust anymore. Not single person on this godforsaken planet...except my father.

When he found out...he didn't react the way everyone else did. He was proud. And fucking pissed at Scott and the pack. So much so...he nearly went to kill him with his gun after finding out they beat me behind the school.

I headed into the bathroom and quickly entered a stall and sat down on the toilet as I silently sobbed. The squeak of the bathroom door caught my attention before a shadow passed the door. "Hey...is everything alright in there?" Someone voiced knocking on the door lightly. I furrowed my brows. I recognized that voice. I wiped my tears away before rising to my feet and sniffling. "Uh....yeah. Yeah. I'm good." I voiced clearing my throat before opening the bathroom stall to reveal someone that has been gone for a while.

"Isaac??" I asked. "Stiles? Wha—why were you crying in the bathroom?" He asked crossing his arms raising a brow. "What? I—I wasn't...crying. No. I was...getting something out of my eye and it hurt." I explained. "Uh-huh." Isaac sounded. "I'm gonna go now." I stated walking away. "What's this I hear about you coming out?" Isaac called out.

I slowed to a stop and sighed. I lowered my head. "You gonna ridicule me too now?" I asked turning around to face the blonde werewolf. He shook his head taking a step forward. "Why would I harass you? You're my friend, Stiles. What? You think I'm gonna harass you because you're gay? I'm not a fucking asshole like everyone else, Stilinski." Isaac explained as he stood before me and peered down at me. "I would never do that to you...or anyone for that matter." He added. "Why not?" I asked. "Because I would never want someone to do it to me." He answered.

"So...tell me. Who's harassing you?" He asked. "Don't worry about it." I said quietly. "Just tell me." Isaac said. "It's not your problem." I countered. "Stiles." He voiced. "Stop!" I shouted. "Who the fuck is doing this to you?!" He exclaimed grabbing me by the shoulders and looking my eyes with golden orbs. "You're hurting me." I said quietly. Isaac let go with a sigh. "Stiles..." He said in a hushed voice. "This is not your problem to deal with, Lahey. Leave me alone." I said before leaving the bathroom.