Whump at every turn- Teen Wolf Oneshots

Weaponized- Just Breathe

   Exams were bad enough without variations of smallpox and guns pointed at his head. But it was all over now.

Malia was sitting on the floor near where Scott and Kira were standing so he went over.

"Hey" Stiles placed a hand on her shoulder but she didn't react except for her brows tightening.

He was just about to ask what was wrong when she pulled his hand off of her shoulder, stood up and stalked away.

As he looked after her he noticed her shoulders were hunched, Scott looked behind him at where his girlfriend had been sitting so Stiles turned around. There was a piece of paper: the last third of the dead pool.

He shouldn't have hidden it from her. She probably thought he was ashamed of her being related to Peter.

No, he thought. It's because she realised who you really are. Stiles felt a pang in his chest. So this was what a breakup felt like.

Malia hadn't said anything but her posture and the look in her eyes was enough. Stiles was surprised that it had taken so long for her to break up with him. She was beautiful and amazing and could probably have whoever she wanted as a boyfriend and he was just Stiles. The hyperactive, spazzy and paranoid human whose weakness had caused close friends and many more people to die. Who tried to help others but just ended up making them angry. Who would want Stiles?

He felt cold and lonely, in his empty house that night. His dad had to sort things out and he had only seen his son for a few minutes after the false alarm at the school.

He should have told Malia and not been so selfish. He shut down any thoughts that told him otherwise.