Toxic Waste

18. Dead

"Lydia, wow, I didn't know you wore glasses."
"Fuck off Isaac." She was permanently imbedded in a bad mood. He made a cat hissing noise before grabbing his lunch and heading to the stairs just as Lydia sat in his place. Quickly skipping every other stair, Isaac opened the door to Stiles' room without knocking. Stiles quickly finished his sip before hiding the bottle below his bed again as Isaac let out a laugh.

"Little too early to be getting drunk, don't you think?" He asks.
The brunette rolls his eyes and lays back against the bed. "It was one sip, I'll live." He bites quietly, his voice raw and his breath laced with sleep. Isaac laughed and perched himself on the edge of his friends dresser before digging into his food messily.
"Hey, did you know Lydia wore glasses?" He slobbered, taking in a breath from the corner of his mouth to get the spit off of his lips.

Stiles pursed his lips and sighed through his nose, looking down to the line of clothes scattered amongst the floor. Last night had definitely been something hectic and catastrophic. Mind you, he didn't destroy his room after exposing the truth of his wounds with Lydia. Instead he chose to sleep with all of his lights on. And when he was incapable of drifting off, he blamed it on his shirt not being soft enough or his pants being too tight. The cycle of getting out of bed, peeling off clothes, and rummaging through his drawers continued until the early hours of the morning.

Isaac could see the dark circles under his eyes, the way he wilted at the mention of Lydia's name and there was only one way to cure a sad mood.
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Stiles ducked at his swing and instead lunged at the hologram with his own knife. He scowled and dropped to his knees to block a kick, instead swinging out his own leg to knock the man off his feet before sending his knife into the digital shoulder. It disappeared out from under him and Stiles took a needy deep breath, falling back against the ground with closed eyes in an attempt to stop his panting.

"Want another one?" Isaac asks outside of Stiles' simulation cubicle, hand already perched over the green button. The boy shook his head, sitting up momentarily to peel his sweaty shirt off before lying back against the cool floor. Twenty three seemed like a good number to stop at. He didn't know it, but several of the employees had often stopped to watch him fight, some of them even stopping there own simulations. Stiles was talented with any weapon they produced for him.... Well all except for one obviously.

He had to remind himself she wasn't stalking him and that she actually worked here, turning his head to the side just in time to see heels stroll into the room. Only then did he realize how much his side burned and his throat felt raw from the battles he had just won.
"You look a little dead there, buddy." Isaac informs causing Stiles to tear his eyes from the beauty. His eyes bore into the ceiling, eyes fluttering slightly and he didn't exactly know what to think.

"Can you get Cora? I think I ripped my stitches." He sighed acting oddly calm for someone who had just reopened a wound. Isaac glanced over his shoulder at Lydia just as she had looked at them but quickly averted his gaze. The boy sighed in agreement and went off to get the nurse, seeing a growing splotch of red on Stiles' bandages. He noticed that Lydia was in fact wearing glasses and he only wished she would come close enough so he could see if they made her eyes bigger. But instead she was talking to Derek over some sort of paperwork with nods and stolen looks at the boy in the cubicle lying on the ground.

"Is he alright?" She whispered curiously which begged Derek to ask the question as to why she was whispered. He followed her gaze.
"Dickface is fine, can you focus please?" He snapped in her face and she growled under her breath. For a moment she listened to what Derek had to say, agreeing with the progression of a few workers and injuries that she'd have to confirm with Cora or whoever. But she bit her bottom lip when emerald eyes went back to his cubicle and she apologetically dismissed herself from the conversation.

The heels sounded like a symphony and he hummed as they got louder with every step. He didn't need to open his eyes to know who it was.
"I was hoping you'd come to see if I was dead." There was a grin on his face and she couldn't decide if it was smirky or genuine. Knowing this one, probably smirking.
"Well obviously you're not so I guess I'll be going now." She spits. He waited for her to apologize, but instead her heard her heels clicking again. Sitting up slightly, he opened his eyes just in time to see the sway of her hips pass by Cora's medical box.
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Authors note:

Filler chapter as flying frick but oh well. I PROMISED THIS DID I NOT MY CHILDREN WHO ARE NOT MY CHILDREN?!
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-Chloe