Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Part1

Another shitty term at Beacon Hills was drawing near, I literally couldn't handle school any longer: the self centred popular girls who got laid every night, the jocks who's faces you can't tell from their ass. See my problem here?
As I walked through the battlefield known as the school corridor to my locker, I noticed that Kira, Scott, Lydia and Stiles were surrounding my locker; all with looks of worry plastered on their face's.
"Ugh guys, what's so interesting about my locker?"
"Y/N, where have you been, we've been worried sick" Scott pleads.
"You could of been dead" Kira always overreacted at situations like this.
"I'm pretty sure Lydia would of known if I was dead, hello she's a banshee," I stated with utter sarcasm.

The only person to laugh at my witty sense of humour was Stiles. We've always got along like a house on fire. Stiles was the only person out of our pack that I opened up to. Sure Scott knew when something was wrong due to his wearwolfy powers but even Scott wouldn't understand. Nobody understood, apart from Stiles.
"Guys, Y/N's fine, stop pestering her" Stiles stated.
"So long as you're okay Y/N" said the rest of the pack in unison.
"Im fine" however I could tell by the look on Stiles' face that he knew I was lying. However even Stiles couldn't fix me now, I was too broken.