Suffering//void!stiles

Four

Stiles pulls away from my face and sends me a wink before making his way out of the classroom. I take a few breaths to steady myself before I slowly turn in my chair towards the door. Scott, Lydia, and Allison are all standing and staring at me with wide eyes and I cringe when I realize that they probably witnessed the entire situation. I rub the back of my neck anxiously as I bend down to grab my bag. The three of them are still standing there anxiously when I straighten up and I walk over to Lydia before giving her a tight smile. "I have to get to chem." I sigh, knowing that she had history on the other side of the school.

I give one last glance to Scott and Allison as I leave the room and start walking down the hall. After what just happened, I find it hard to keep my posture perfect and my smile on my lips, but I force myself to push my shoulders forward and let a knowing smirk play on my features. There was no way that I was going to let some 5"8 boy ruin my reputation, especially if it took me years to build it and I've only known him for hours.

The room is almost full already and I rush to get to the stool beside Isaac before Mr.Harris can walk into the classroom. The blonde boy presses a quick kiss onto my cheek before smiling at me with sparkling eyes. "I'm so glad we have almost all of our classes together." he sighs, lacing his fingers with mine. "Me too." I mutter as I absentmindedly playing with my pen. Isaac senses that something is off, and instead of ignoring it he wastes no time in interrogating me about it.

Mr.Harris walks in and begins to call out attendance, and Isaac lays off with the questions until his name is called and he can talk to me without worrying that he'll be missed. "What's bothering you?" he inquires, his voice laced with worry. "Just that new kid, he's creeping me out." I reply, not really in the mood to go into details. When he hears who I'm complaining about his eyes flicker to the other side of the class. I follow his gaze and my mouth drops slightly when I notice that Stiles is in this class too. His name is called and he raises his hand quickly, but instead of looking towards the teacher, his head snaps towards me and his eyelid drops in another seductive wink.

"Do you want me to kick his ass?" Isaac grumbles, unhappy about having to witness the douchebag on the other side of the room. I shudder uncomfortably at the thought of my boyfriend getting hurt and I shake my head quickly before squeezing his hand tightly. "I'll be fine." I mumble, trying my best to keep him from getting worried about me. He seems unconvinced but he can tell how uneasy I feel and he finally decides to just drop the subject.

The rest of the class goes smoothly and I find myself breathing more evenly when I finally get out of the cramped atmosphere. Isaac entangles his fingers with mine and I catch him glaring at Stiles as we leave the classroom. Lydia is waiting for me by our lockers and I pull Isaac in for a chaste kiss before he waves awkwardly and makes his way down the hall to his locker. "You need to do something for your birthday Cal." Lydia says, not even bothering to greet me or talk about what happened in english class this morning.

"What type of something Lyds?" I ask teasingly, already knowing that she'll want a full blown party. "Something that we'll invite everyone but Stiles to." she giggles. "We need to show him that he can't stop us from having a good time". Her words have a slight edge to them as we make our way towards the cafeteria. "My parents are gone this weekend." I suggest, the gears in my head are already turning and I feel as though I have the entire thing planned out. "Great! Your place at 7, I'll send out the texts now." she replies brightly as she pulls her phone from her purse and starts to type out a message.

I know for a fact that Lydia has the cell number of literally every senior student, so I'm not surprised when suddenly the entire lunch room simultaneously fills with various ringtones. People pull out their phones and read the text before sharing smiles with each other and glancing over to where Lydia and I were standing at the entrance. Out of the corner of my eye I see Stiles reading the text over Scott's shoulder and pulling out his phone to check the screen.