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17. Perfect Laid Out Plan

I was currently binge watching the walking dead, noting to gush over what happened to Stiles when I see him at school. Right now, I was just laying down and trying to recover from the extra hard training. After almost stabbing my boyfriend in the neck for hallucinating Peter, well let's just say I feel like I'm losing my mind. So I was going to do the thing that would calm my mind the most right now, which used to be dancing...

a long time ago. 

My mom used to love watching me dance, it was really embarrassing. I changed into a semi regular outfit before going down to the training room, setting up the bar so I could practice on it. I took deep breaths, slowly moving to do a plie. I kept doing this back and forth, focusing everything I had in my breathing and slow movements. I must have been doing this for who knows how long, an hour it seemed like until I heard someone moving towards the room. 

"I see Stiles sent you here to talk to me instead of doing it himself..Should have known, just like the hat incident all over again." I commented, not bothering to stop my movements as I looked over my shoulder to see Scott entering the room with an apologetic look on his face. 

Scott slowly shook his head. "He didn't, I came of my own free volition..He did tell me what happened though and I think it's time you told him everything that's been happening with you." 

"You think telling Stiles will make everything okay?" I asked him, turning to do my plies so I could face Scott while doing them. 

"Maybe..either way he deserves to know." Scott said. 

I sighed, finally stopping my movements so I could stand up straight. "I know it might make things better or easier for me once I tell him but-...once he hears that I'm not fine after getting bit by Peter..He's gonna be so worried and he's gonna end up getting himself hurt to protect me. I don't want him or anyone else getting hurt because of me. You and him are like my family and I'll be damned if I let either of you get hurt trying to help me cause I can't handle some ptsd." 

Scott rolled his eyes. "He's gonna find out, he'll put two and two together and by then he's gonna be pissed you didn't confined in him. Look, make it easier on yourself and tell him the truth." 

"Noted..anything else?" I said, turning away from Scott so I could lean against the bar. 

Scott walked over to me, gently grabbing my hands and looking at me with a worried expression plastered on his face. "Yeah...are you okay?" Scott asked, concern obvious in his voice. 

I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. "Honestly..I don't know." 

"Just-...don't take adderall anymore..We can figure this out together." Scott begged me, forcing me to look at him confused. How the hell did he know? "I can smell it..and I see how you've been looking. Not to mention the fact that I can smell your chemosignals like crazy..Just don't resort to that, okay?" 

"I'll try but..I'm terrified of going to bed at night.." I sighed, feeling tears form in my eyes. 

"We'll figure this out like we always do. Okay? Together." Scott reminded me. 

I silently thanked Scott, who told me he was there if I wanted to talk. I thanked him, not knowing what else to do because honestly, I am so far from okay. But it was nice knowing he was there. And I hated knowing Scott was right. I needed to tell Stiles what was going on with me, he deserved to know. I was just terrified what would happen when he does find out. 

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"Hey..what's wrong?" Stiles asked me as soon as I climbed into the jeep so he could drive us to school.