The Meetup

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Stiles currently hating himself for what he did, he slowly was walking outside, hands in pockets, a hum passing by his soft brims. "Fuck." He suddenly whispered before sitting by a wall and leaning against it. He was tired. Nightmares again. Like, he'd tell his best friend he just had sex with and broke his girlfriend's nose. "Holy hell, I'm a freaking physco!" He screamed out, his digits taking a chunk of his hair in his hand.

Scott had calmed down. Yeah, he was being a little rough on the teen. Yeah, he was a major dick to him. He didn't exactly notice that by himself though. Letting out a small sigh, walking outside, hearing the screams of the paler teen. Great, now he was gonna have to deal with this. "Hey, bud." He was now in front of the teen, gripping his jaw. "Please look at me. ."

Stiles looked up at him, eyes red. He'd been crying. Fuck, he the wanted all this to end. Right now. Pronto. Right. Now. "I'm a fucking physco, Scotty. I'm a motherfucker." This made his heart sink. He'd never sworn this much. Hell, he'd never want to. "I-I'm so fucking crazy, Scott, why do you fucking like me?" He screamed, then grabbed Scott's hand. "Get your fucking ass in my fucking Jeep so I can fucking fuck you!"

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