Iris ➳ Stiles Stilinski

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Chapter 3: Angry Stiles

"Scott, gonna tell me why?" Stiles says, shrugging his shoulders, disappointed that his best friend had kept this big of a secret away from him.

"stiles- I-" Scott says hesitantly, unable to find the right words to explain to Stiles why he didn't tell him this. Stiles raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer, but finally speaks.

"Scott. tell me the truth." Stiles says, an anger in his voice, that I haven't heard before, and apparently Scott and Alison too, taking in the look on their faces. "I just can't believe you would keep this important piece of information from me!" Stiles says, throwing his hands in the air. He tends to use his hands when he talks, and when he's angry.

"Stiles." Scott says quietly.

"No Scott! I don't wanna hear it. I mean I do, but i'm mad at you. So i'm gonna walk away now."Stiles says, while pushing himself out of his chair, and walking out of the cafeteria, saying maybe a bit too much than needed.

I sigh. "Really Scott? Keeping this from your best friend? One of the only people that doesn't rude things to you and mean it? Good going man." I say, Pushing myself out of my chair. "I'm going to go find your best friend now, that is, if he still considers you his best friend."I say, matter-of-factly, whilst pushing my chair back in to the table, along with Stiles'. Scott just looks at me with a stunned expression on his face, the same one that he had given Stiles.

I briskly walk out of the cafeteria, thinking of where Stiles would have gone. As I exit the cafeteria, I pick up his scent. He's always smelled good. The bleachers. I jog, so I can catch him before he goes somewhere else. I reach the doors of the school, and see him sitting on the bleachers, his elbows resting on his thighs, and head in his hands. I Quietly walk over to him, making sure that I'm stealthy so he doesn't hear me. Stiles is sitting on the top row, the highest from the ground, the quietest place. To make sure he doesn't catch sight of me, I climb up the side of the bleachers, so he doesn't see me walking up to go sit with him. Once i reach the top, I use my strength to pull my body weight up, on to the bleachers.

I quietly walk over to Stiles, and he doesn't look up as I get closer to him, so either he doesn't know i'm coming, or he's just ignoring me. I take a seat beside him. He jumps a little, so I take that as he had no idea that I was there, coming over to him.

"Hey." I say, looking straight ahead.

He looks up at me. "I wouldn't have expected you to come talk to me."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I ask, sort of confused by what he had just said.

" I mean, you. You like just came, after like I don't know how many years, I would've just expected you to not give a damn, and you're like pretty! Why would you want to come talk to me?" Stiles asks, all in one breath. I stare ahead, trying process what he had just said. Did he just called me pretty?

" Okay, let me just have a moment to process that ramble of words."I say, then pause for a moment. "Ok, first, Derek basically hunted me down, so I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for him."I blame Derek. " Second, why would you think I wouldn't give a damn? Because I had an attitude as a child? I'm a completely different person than I used to be. I, actually like you, unlike a lot of people in this school. I Don't think you're weird, well maybe a little bit, but I'm at the same level of weirdness as you."I say that sentence quickly, hoping he didn't hear the 'i like you' part. "Third, thank you for calling me pretty, and last but not least, you seemed kinda....." I say, but pause, searching for a word to use. " tenebrific." I say.