Goner

Somebody catch my breath

He took a deep breath as he sat in his jeep. The parking lot around him was quickly dispersing, students deciding it was better to get to class before the bell rang then to hang out when they'd see each other in an hour or text during class.

He counted his fingers before opening the jeep door and standing outside. His back pack was hanging low on his back, his jeans loose and baggy on his narrow hips. His shirt hanging off of him though it's one of his smaller ones. He wore a dark blue jacket, instead of his usual red one.

Too many memories.

He started on his trek into the school, passing students that just ignored him. He didn't mind that at all. He liked it. Better then having to face someone who might notice his lacking of health.

He opened his locker taking out what he needed for his morning classes  he had Scott in his first hour, Kira, Lydia, Malia and Scott in his second, Issac and Kira in his third And Lydia and Malia  in his fourth. It seemed like he wasn't going to be able to get away from them.

Even though they don't talk to him, he can feel their gazes through each class. He can see the tensing of their muscles when he passes them. In Biology when Scott sits next to him he can practically feel the anxiety rolling off the werewolf in waves.

He sighs and closes his locker glancing at Scott's locker down the hall, he stand there with Kira smiling and talking, probably flirting.

It's been two months since Allison's death.

Scott and Allison weren't dating when she was killed. She actually was with Issac who seems to be taking her passing in strides.

Sometimes the beta is happy and cocky like he was back when he was first turned. Others, he was the shy, timid, afraid like he was when he was with his dad.

Stiles could see the anguish and depression coming off Derek's beta when the blond thought no one was looking.

He walked past them, totally ignored, as he made his way to first period.

He sat in the third seat back in the side row nearest to the door. Mainly because it was secluded, the teacher tended to call on people in the front or back, so he chose the middle seats in each class. It was also close to the door and away from Scott, who hadn't even bothered to ask why he'd moved from his spot next to the True Alpha near the windows.

He sat slumped in his seat, the first person in his class, with ten minuets before the bell rang.

Their new English teacher, Mr.Tennant, who had taken over for Mrs.Blake after she'd "resigned", sat at the desk in the front, his glasses at the end of his nose while he made a constipated face as he read something on his computer.

Stiles liked Mr.Tennant, he was awkward and said "um" a lot. Poor guy was probably fresh out of college.

He didn't mess with Stiles and Stiles didn't mess with him. He let the teen hang out in his room during free period and at lunch. Stiles couldn't stand sitting alone at a lunch table while his old friends sat together.

He watched as the class filled up, Scott sliding in through the door minuets before the bell rang.

Stiles raised an eyebrow when he saw Scott sit in the seat next to him that a girl named Susan usually sat in. Susan though, didn't look like she cared too much that Scott had taken her usual seat.

Stiles ignored the werewolf for the class, though he could feel the puppy faced boys gaze on him multiple times.

Mr.Tennant gave them a few minuets of free time before the bell so Stiles pulled out his phone and headphones. He'd taken up the habit of having ear buds in his ears and all times that he deemed worthy, which was and almost always. Listening to a flurry of songs that showed up on Spotify.

But, unfortunately, before he could put in the headphones Scott leaned over, and said, "Hey, can we talk?"

Stiles gave him a look and leaned back raising his eyebrows in a 'continue' motion.

He wasn't meaning to be an asshole. He was just tired and wanted to ignore the world while he tried to drown out the voices.

Scott swallowed and Stiles watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, "So, uh, we need your help. Research."

Stiles blinked with a stoic face, just staring at his best friend.... Was he even still his best friend? It sure didn't seem like it.

He shifted to look forward and put his headphones in his ears, "Sure, text me the topic and I'll text you what I find."

He turned on his music, some indie rock song blaring into his ears, as Scott nodded.

He knew the were-wolf could hear his music, and knew the conversation was over.

Stiles scoffed in his mind. Of course they would still want him to do research for them. Even though they ignored him for months.

He sighed though.

Of course he'd still do it for them, even if they ignored him, and made him feel insignificant. Which they did.

But again... he couldn't blame them.