The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Time Crunch

Don't go now, baby
Don't let me fall asleep alone
She said, 'Oh no no, baby'
I can't do this on my own
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The band had barely gotten over the high of gigging the school dance before Scott got a phone call from Cora Hale. Apparently, since their last performance, people had been asking about them and begging for more. He kept her request for them to himself though, because he wasn't sure if he had it in him to perform. The night of their performance had hit him hard emotionally, and he'd gone back to his pills to help him sleep. It helped, of course. They always did. But when he fell back into the habit, he started to just feel worse.

The following Monday, when Stiles opened his locker, he felt a hand on his back. It was one of the cheerleaders, who smiled at him and chirped out a, "I just wanted you to know, I thought you were amazing on Friday. That face you make when you sing high? Just wow... Orgasmic."

He felt his face turn bright, and then smiled when he saw Lydia in the hallway. "Thanks," he said, and then bit his lip, eyes twinkling mischievously, "Lydia sure thought so, too." He added a wink.

The blonde girl simply gawked at him and Lydia, right on cue, came into his arms and delivered a chaste kiss to him lips. He hummed into her mouth just for affect.

Arms around waists, the two set off down the hallway, and Lydia looked up at him from where her head was settled on the crook of his arm, "Who was that?" Her tone showed that she was not jealous, but amused. She was the queen of that school - classy, sophisticated - and she knew for a fact that whatever-her-face-was was no threat.

"I dunno," his face rearranged into a twisted smile, "Why, did it make you jealous?"

Lydia's emerald eyes flashed mischievously, "Just a little bit."

"What's that glimmer in your eye all about?" Stiles raised a brow and grinned.

"I've just got a few ideas of how to mark you as my own," she snickered, and tugged him forwards into a conveniently empty closet filled with stage props.

He reemerged ten minutes later with a love bite on his neck, and her initials scrawled on his hand in Sharpie.

Meanwhile, in math class, Allison and Isaac were flirting with their eyes. She'd suck on the tip of her pen to watch him stare, and he'd flex his muscles at any chance he got just to watch her squirm. Sure, they didn't have the same deep-rooted passion or mental connection that she and Scott did, but, truth be told, Allison had needs and Isaac was enough to fulfill them.

Scott moved from class to class like a tired, deflated ghost.

The week continued on in a similar fashion, until Thursday, rehearsal day, rolled around.

The ragtag group congregated in the McCall's garage, as per usual. This time though, each of them felt a little bit different.

Stiles was a hero. The girls finally realized that musicians were hot.

Allison was in an empty shell of a relationship. Just like her, it was good on the surface, but hollow underneath.

Scott? Scott was a walking mess. Hell, he was practically the walking dead. He'd binge and then not eat for days. His stomach ached with constipation. His head swirled with dizziness so that he wouldn't be able to stand on one foot. He was so tired from fake, restless sleeps that it was like he was walking in a dream.

At the time that the band was rehearsing, he was starving, but nothing seemed appealing. All in all, Scott was irritable.

But he appeared to be okay - completely normal, actually, except for his clenched jaw.