𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ▷ Stiles Stilinski¹

11|don't get mad

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God, I'm trying to get through all these, because I really want to write the episode 'Night School'. It's my favorite in Season One.

Question of the Chapter: What's your favorite season one episode?

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The next morning I sat in the desk to the right of Stiles in our first class of the day. I had drove to school that morning and actually managed to beat the bell this time. Scott had not yet arrived, so I took that moment to talk to Stiles before the teen wolf got there.

"Hey, how's your dad?" I asked, getting right into it since I knew Scott would be there soon enough. He spun to look at me, a small smile on his face. He looked tired and sad, and I didn't blame him at all.

"He's doing okay. The doctors say that he'll make a full recovery."

"That's great," I grinned widely. He only nodded along with what I said. Sighing heavily, I looked him right in the eyes. "You know it wasn't his fault, right?"

Stiles had let his head fall back, frustrated from having to hear the same line for the umpteenth time. "The mountain lion was there because of the alpha, and the alpha was there because of Scott. It may have been indirect, but he is partially responsible."

I shook my head at the boy's flawed logic. He had been at the emergency room with his father most of the night, so he was clearly tired. Maybe he just wasn't thinking straight. Scott's his best friend, he wouldn't be mad at him for long.

Hopefully.

"Well, Stiles, then you've got to look at it this way; he's alive and there's no permanent damage. Not everyone is that lucky."

Before Stiles could respond, Scott walked into the classroom, causing his mouth to clamp shut and his eyes to focus on the blackboard at the head of the classroom.

Scott walked down the aisle, planting himself in the seat directly behind Stiles. He turned to look at me, maybe in an attempt to feel out the situation. I shook my head a little, glancing at Stiles. They both needed to man up and talk it out.

The boy leaned forward, talking quietly to his friend.
"Still not talking to me?" He sighed. "Can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? I mean, it's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big?"

Stiles remained silent, his lips firmly pressed closed as he played with the pencil in his hand. I could see his jaw repeatedly clenching in frustration.

Maybe this wasn't going to be an easy fix; Stiles looked pretty pissed off.

"You know I feel really bad about it, right?"
Since his current method of persuasion was failing, Scott decided to try out a different path.
"Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and . . . that I went to Derek for help?"

Stiles looked to me, asking for confirmation, and I just shrugged. Unfortunately, Scott hadn't let me in on anything, so I was just as surprised. The boy sighed, still not turning.
"If I was talking to you, I'd say you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you." He clacked his tongue, looking down at his textbook.

I dropped the pen I was holding and looking at both of them in turn. "Seriously? Both of you need to grow up. Stiles, I'm sorry about what happened to your dad, I really am, but can't you see he's trying to apologize? And Scott, you need to take a breath, okay? Stiles's dad got hurt, he's allowed to be annoyed." I sighed lightly, "Now, you both need to swallow your pride and talk, because I don't want my throat ripped out by an Alpha wolf. Neither of you can keep trying to deal with every problem simultaneously on your own. It won't work."