Okay first off, if you haven’t been keeping up with @jessicapupo13 ‘s Don’t Let Me Go (which by the way is the original) then this will not make sense at all because I am skipping to the point where her latest chapter started. So on that note. I am very very very very very very very very very very (i could continue) sorry that I have not been writing for you guys lately. I will try to keep up with my stories. Anyways I apologize if this does not live up to your expectations seeing as I haven’t written Scott’s POV in a very long time. Please enjoy <3
NEXT TIME IM TYPING IT ON THE COMPUTER. MY GOD IPAD I HATE YOU
What did I even feel anymore? Sadness? Anger? Betrayal? Hurt? Regret? I honestly didn’t know anymore. I could barely think anymore. The only thing that was on my mind was Allison, the things I wished wouldn’t have happened, the things I regretted. And then I thought about Stiles and I wondered if he actually cared about me at all? I mean, how could he do this to me? I didn’t understand why he would even try. Kissing her the first time was one thing but what’s happened now is… wrong. I should’ve probably blamed Allison for some of this as well, but how could I? I just didn’t see how this could be her fault. Stiles could have told her no even if she did come on to him. Ugh.I didn’t want think about this, I couldn’t. I was in class. This was not the time.
History. One of the most boring classes of the day. i really hated going. I never payed any attention anyways. Needless to say, that was one of the many reasons I was completely failing in school. What was the point of that class anyways? I mean, I already knew this stuff. World war 2…. nazis…. hitler… blah blah blah. It’s not like I had already heard these same facts over and over again for the past 5 years or anything. God, I really hated that class. Usually I spent my time listening to people talking outside or in the hallways. So, thats what I was doing. Just sitting and listening when I heard a familiar voice. Oh Stiles… how pleasant to hear your voice again. My body almost started shaking out of anger towards him. Part of me wanted to just get up and yell at him but that wouldn’t turn out well. I sighed and looked down at my hands when I heard another voice, way too familiar to me. Allison. Great. They were together? ‘Wow maybe they are just going to start making out right there in the hallway. I know that’s what they both want.’ I thought to myself. That was until I heard what was actually going on.
“Are you having an anxiety attack? Is it from your PTSD?” Oh great. Stiles sounded really worried… But I couldn’t get up. No i couldn’t just leave and Stiles could take care of her anyways. She wouldn’t want me there right? But it was Allison. How could I just sit there and listen to this happen and not do anything about it. ‘No Scott. Stay. They don’t need you.’ I told myself and then closed my eyes, trying to keep their voices out of my head. I couldn’t listen to this happen.
“I-I… c-c-can’t b-bre- eathe.” I let her voice in and I couldn’t just sit there anymore. My heart was pounding and i needed to find her and help her. I wouldn’t just let her suffer. That is just wrong.
Before I knew it,I was standing up and bolting out of the door, too concentrated on finding them to understand what they were saying to each other. My breathing was having and my hands shaking. I’m not going to lie, I was scared. Why couldn’t I find them?! Finally, I saw Allison on the ground and Stiles holding her hand, looking at her. Oh god. Was she okay?
