The Outbreak

Chapter 12

Scott POV

About an hour later, I finally leave the supply room. Well, more like storm out. I know it's not the best way to behave, but I'm jealous and in a bad mood, okay? I walk past everyone and back to near the entrance of the hospital. I lean against a wall near the corner, giving myself some space from everyone else. I cross my arms and stare at the floor in annoyance, letting my annoyance and jealousy bubble up inside of me. I can't get the images of Stiles and Meg kissing out of my head! I hate it! I wish that Stiles would kiss me instead of her, but why would he want to do that? I'm pretty sure he doesn't like guys. Besides, that time I tried to confess to Stiles how I felt and the time I tried to kiss him both ended up in epic disasters. That's probably telling me that it won't work, but I don't care. I like Meg, she's a very nice girl, very beautiful, but that's just the problem. I can't compete with that. She has been with Stiles through probably the toughest times of his life. He tried to look for me, but I did nothing to find him. I know I thought he was dead, but still. I could have at least looked for a body or something. I huff in annoyance and frown at the floor, images of Stiles and Meg continuing to float around in my mind. My imagination keeps getting more vivid and detailed until someone taps me on the shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts that are spiralling out of control.

I blink in surprise and look up to see Stiles standing in front of me, a shotgun slung over his shoulder and a hand gun resting in its holster by his hip. My hearing suddenly comes back to me and I can hear Stiles repeating my name over and over in concern. "Scott? Scotty, are you okay? Can you hear me? Scott?" Stiles asks, his voice rising with a bit of panic. "Yeah... Yeah I'm fine." I eventually reply.

"Well, you don't look fine. You were spaced out for ages and staring at the floor angrily. I've been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes. From the moment that I got back from the patrol, I saw you standing here against the wall." Stiles bites his lip slightly.

"It's okay, Stiles. I'm fine. I was just thinking about things. Don't worry about me." I say, trying to hide my jealousy as much as I can as I look back up at Stiles and smile. I just want to kiss him and hold him in my arms, letting the world know that he's mine, but I know I can't do that. For one thing, Stiles definitely is not mine, as much as I wish he was. From what Mitchell told me, his heart seems to belong to-

"Well, okay then. Anyway, the patrol was pretty fun today actually. We goofed around a little more than we should have, but thankfully nothing bad happened in the process. Meg and I had this contest where we tried to climb to the top of a building first using the small ladders, hand railings, window sills and anything else that would provide footholds and handholds. I won, but not by much. I may have teased Meg about it a little too much because she tackled me to the ground and stated that I must have cheated in some way. I told her how the hell could I cheat? I would never cheat. When she tried to stand back up, I knocked her leg a little and laughed as she came tumbling down onto me again. It didn't hurt, she's actually quite light. Our legs got tangled up and we just started laughing about the situation as hard as we could. Being pressed up against a girl like that, especially in a situation like this is a rare occurrence for me, but it was surprisingly pleasant. She told me that she thought that I had definitely gotten more muscular and stronger since the last time we-" Stiles explains to me, but I refuse to hear anymore. I know exactly what he's about to say and I don't want to hear it. I found it hard enough to hear the story from Mitch, but hearing it from Stiles? That would hurt too much. And make it more real.

"Yeah, yeah, I get the point. I hope it was good fun for you." I roll my eyes and push past Stiles and storm out of the hospital to get some fresh air. Again with the storming. Ugh, I wish I could stop, but sometimes my emotions get the better of me. I can hear Stiles rushing after me. "Scott, wait! Where are you going?" Stiles asks in a rush from behind me.