Weak (Sterek)

chapter two

"Wake up Stiles, cmon, stay with me" a deep voice says patting Stiles cheek, "mm, five more minutes" Stiles mumbles swatting the hand away, the mystery voice sighs, as Stiles try's to roll over, it doesn't feel quite like his bed..
"Wake up!" the voice yells closer to Stiles this time, he sits upright instantly, slowly opening his eyes, he blinks away the tiredness. "How are you feeling?" the voice says touching Stiles shoulder, Stiles snaps his head to whoever touches him, has he been kidnapped? he thinks to himself.
But to his surprise, it's just Danny, "oh uh yeah just peachy, what happened by the way?" Stiles mutters stretching, he looks around noticing he's outside on the bleachers, he had been sleeping on someone's jersey, only noticing now the sun shining down covering the wind that nips on Stiles skin. Danny sighs, "well you passed out after you had a panic attack in front of well like everyone. But not to worry that guys in the shit with the principle, and i think they're gonna contact your dad" Danny shrugs leaning back.
"No, nooo, no! Please tell me they aren't really calling my dad, they can't" Stiles says jumping up, wide awake, he starts pacing on the bench, he's really going to get it this time, he's so weak if only i stood up for myself and didn't have to be such a wuss, oh my god i'm dead, Stiles can't help but mutter to himself in his thoughts.
"What why not? he's the sheriff it'll scare that bully for good" Danny says leaning forward, looking at Stiles worriedly, "you don't understand Danny, you wouldn't" Stiles breathes out, pulling at his hair. "Well then explain to me Stiles" Danny says scooting closer to where Stiles stands, he doesn't understand why Stiles is freaking out over this? He literally just got embarrassed in front of the whole school, he passed out at the worst time so why would his dad be the worst news to him, Danny wonders. "Danny it doesn't matter alright, it's nothing bad i just don't want to cause an inconvenience on him" Stiles mutters looking down awkwardly, "Stiles, don't be silly. Any parent would leave work for a few minutes to check on their kid after having something that horrific happen to them. Why don't you care about being bullied Stiles? That kid was rough on you" Danny says watching Stiles carefully as he takes a seat next to Danny. Stiles checks the time realizing class started half an hour ago, "i have worse things to worry about instead of a stupid rich kid who hasn't got anything better to do" Stiles sighs, "shouldn't you be in class anyway?" Stiles says looking over to Danny who stares at his hand.
Stiles tucks his hand into his sleeve, ignoring Danny's stare at the bruises, "what's up with your hand" Danny says nodding to his fridgit sore hand, Stiles tenses up not sure how to reply, he fell? no unbelievable, he isn't going to dob his dad in, he's all he's got anyway. "Why do you asks so many questions, like yeah sure thanks for dragging me out to the field, but you should stop being so nosy" Stiles spits back, pulling his hoody up, "hey, no, no hard feelings i didn't mean too seem like that i'm just curios is all you seem abit lonely is all" Danny says scratching his head. Stiles snorts, "yeah thanks for pointing that out, it's what happens when your friends get cool and you don't" Stiles mutters. "You're pretty cool to me" Danny sighs, shaking his head, "i'm really not Danny, but thanks for trying" Stiles says standing up, he'd better get to the office and ask them not to call his father.
"I'm off, i'll see you tomorrow.. Thanks for helping though, it means a lot" Stiles says trying to offer a pained smile. Danny sits there confused watching Stiles walk quickly towards the school, he doesn't understand what's up with Stiles, he doesn't seem right, but he supposes it really isn't his issue and he should stop being nosey.

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"Uh hi, i'm Stiles Stilinksi, and i think you may have contacted my my father.. after the incident" Stiles says looking around incase anyone was listening, the receptionist looks sort of of surprised but nods her head, "yes i was informed to Stilinski, he said about twenty minutes ago he would arrive when the bell has gone to take you home, as we do not believe you're in the right state to drive, especially since the nurse is away on tuesdays" The receptionist says looking down her nose at Stiles.
"Are you alright?" She asks, noticing his face color change to a more paler color, "oh yes just fine" Stiles breathes out. He looks at the clock and notices the bell goes in five minutes, oh no oh no.