A love so hard {finished}

Chapter 2

On the lacrosse bench

"Hey, have you noticed that Stiles has been acting weird lately, Isaac? Just affirm I'm not crazy please" Scott asked. Isaac was quiet for a beat before nodding, looking off across the field.
"Acually, now that you mention it, yeah. Every time I even just mention Lydia he gets kind of... tense, I suppose"
"You really think he's that madly in love with her?" Scott sighed, kicking the grass underneath his feet slightly.
"Scott. Listen to yourself. It's Stiles you're talking about. Couldn't it just be his normal antics? We'll probably have forgotten about it tomorrow. Don't worry, buddy" He said, finally looking down at Scott underneath him.
"I don't really know what to think, I mean he just seems extra bothered, distracted by something. He's just never truly listening to me."
"Maybe, I'm just worried about him not playing, why is it that?" Isaac asked, once again loosing his attention to Scott, looking over the field.
"He said he'd go to Derek's." Scott said, dumbfounded by his own words. It truly was bizarre.
"Excuse me?"

***

I knocked on the door, lightly of course as I knew he could hear me either way and it's not worth risking him killing me for being slightly too loud.
For all I know I could've been standing there for 10 minutes, but it was probably closer to a couple seconds of waiting and rolling on the balls of my feet until he would let him in.
And there he was in all his pure made of muscle, brooding glory. He looked angry (no surprise there)but maybe just not at me. Now, the silence that filled the air was horrible. It wasn't a pleasant look shared between them, not greeting, for sure not welcoming.
"Where's Boyd?" Derek pressed out after what felt like forever.
"Ouch, what a way to greet a guest, and what makes you think I would have a clue? Besides, no wonder he would run away from you" I said sarcastically, but Derek had no time for that, no humor either apparently.
I could clearly see the frustration in his eyes and almost felt a little bad. Was he worried? I unwillingly crossed my arms and bowed my head under his intense gaze, goddamn alpha influence.
"I don't know where he is." I managed to press out.
Apparently he wasn't feeling that either and just opted for the classic take you my the arms and shake you. Unfortunately for me, I have quite a serious case of not being a werewolf so I immediately go dizzy and almost loose my footing.
Without me barely noticing, he stopped and took a silent step back
He slowly stretched out his arm, touching my shoulder and asked:
"Are you okay?"
What. The. Hell? I couldn't do anything but drop my jaw in amazement at the scene playing out right informt of my eyes.
"I'm fine." I said breathlessly after another awful pause... and was he inspecting my arm? I had almost expected him to toss it down and just walk away, or at least blame me for being too fragile to deal with, but instead he just looked at my arm, almost as if he was afraid to look up.
"I said I was fine." I said quietly and pulled my arm away, clutching it with my other hand.
"I thought you weren't stupid enough to think I can't hear when you lie."
"Well. Maybe I just do t want to tell the truth"
"Congrats, you just clarified the definition of a lie" He said and rolled his eyes all the way into his head, wonder if he could see his snarky pea-brain back there.
"You need to leave" He said firmly, reestablishing his presence.
He was troubled, lonely. It was clear as day The was miserable. Wait, did I feel bad?
I didn't feel like arguing, especially since I didn't exactly know what I was doing there in the first place.
"I hope you find Boyd" and I left it there.

***

"STILINSKI! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON YOU'RE LATE! He leaned forward.
"And it has to be a good one, a real good one." coach said angrily.
"While I would love to, I have none" and those, my dear friends, were my dooming words.
"YOURE BENCHED FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK!"
I have been for the past year, idiot,
"Yes coach" I said quietly.
Isaac moved closer to me and whispered:
"What'd he say?"
"Actually, he just asked me where Boyd is"
"He's gone?!" Scott said just a little to loudly and I could feel the stares biting my neck. "Sorry, he's gone?" He whispered.
"Yeah, we don't know if he ran away. I think something bad might've happened to him."
"Stiles, are you absolutely sure he didn't just turn and ran into the forest to shake off or something?" Isaac chimes in once again.
"I'd like to believe so, sadly I know just as little as you guys."
"Hey, why don't you just ask Erica? If anyone knows about him, it's for sure her." Scott said with a look that screamed accomplishment.
"You might be right, any idea where she might be?"
"Biology." Isaac affirmed.
"Yeah no I'm leaving right now" I said and pushed myself off the bench.
"Hey you are benched young man, you're obliged to stay put" Scott said impersonating Finstock, almost perfectly I dare say.
"I'm contributing just as much in biology as on the bench"
You know that moment when you slam dunk the trash can with your paper plane perfectly but no one notices? That's what I felt like as they didn't seem to care about my sick burn. Amateurs.