The Badass Running With A Werewolf {Stiles Stilinski Fan Fiction}

We're Not Friends

Once I got into my loft, I sighed heavily, looking down at my shoes. After removing my shoes, I checked my phone to see a text from my mom.

Mom: I'm stuck working at the hospital, bad car accident :( Have a good time sweety, don't forget to eat dinner.

I rolled my eyes, and set my phone on the kitchen counter. Opening my fridge, I grabbed a slice of chocolate pie. That'll have to do.

*****

The next morning, I fluttered my eyes open, receiving yet another text from my mom.

Mom: Working a 72-hour straight shift now, see you soon. Come visit me at the hospital after school? Love you.

I set my phone down and pulled myself into the bathroom, stripping my clothes off and showering quickly. After my shower, I wrapped a light blue towel around my body and made my way into my closet.

After fishing for clothes, I put on a black sweater with a colorful pocket on the front, black skin-tight leggings, and some combat boots. I then went back into my bathroom and applied my regular make-up before pulling my hair back into a professional bun.

I put on a black rosary before grabbing my phone and shoving it in my bag, along with the rest of my stuff and slinging it over my shoulder. Traveling downstairs, I soon made it to my coffee maker where it was freshly made, before pouring it in a coffee cup and escaping the loft.

*****

I pulled up to the school and groaned before opening my car door and walking to a table and sitting down at one of the chairs. I searched in my bad for a small, rectangular package before grabbing it, cigarettes. I snatched my lighter from where it rested in my bag and smiled happily.

Lighting the cigarette, I slowly inhaled the smoke into my lungs and exhaled, breathing calmly now. "Aaliyah? Hey, cutie." I hear a voice that was certainly the last person I wanted to see. Well, actually that's Stiles so the second person.

"Go away, Isaac." I mutter, huffing my cigarette.

"You didn't tell me you smoked." He grins, sitting at the table.

"I didn't know I had to mention everything about me to you." I shrug, clearly annoyed.

"Well, its a detail I would've liked to have known." He informs me.

"Is it too extreme for you, Isaac?" I smirk, "Well, if you want to know extreme, I've been arrested four times." I state before slamming my cigarette on the ground and stepping on it before traveling into the school.

I made it to my locker and shoved my bag in it, taking out my school supplies as the bell rang. I drug my feet over to my classroom and stared at my seat, crap.

Wearily, I soon sat in my seat, and didn't acknowledge Stiles at all and he did the same to me.

..After four minutes. "Hi, Aaliyah." He muttered before looking at me.

"Hi, Stiles." I groan, rolling my eyes.

"So, can we talk?" He whispers, as the teacher starts teaching his subject.

I look at him and give him a you're fucking kidding me, right? stare. "You're funny."

"Cmon please," He pleads, "Please."

"Are you going to tell me why you aren't telling me something I deserve to know?" I question, glaring over at him before scribbling on a piece of notebook paper with a pen.

"I can't." He murmurs.

"Then don't talk to me, alright?" I instruct.

"Why are you being so stubborn about this, Aaliyah?" He becomes angry, "I'm trying to redeem myself, don't you see?"

"It doesn't look like it to me," I snap, "If you were 'redeeming' yourself, maybe you could fill me on the reason that crazy bitch attacked you and why you don't want anyone knowing."

"I can't, okay?!" He whisper-screams.

"Then we're done here." I state, grabbing my stuff and walking out of class.

Stiles' POV

"Aaliyah? Aaliyah? Where are you going?" The teacher asks, but she completely ignores him.

I grab my bag and follow her, to her locker as she's open in, "Are you serious? You're just gonna be a complete asshole about all this?" I grit my teeth.

"How else am I supposed to react when your so annoying and won't tell me?" She interrogates, "Am I supposed to frol through flowers with you and act like nothing ever happened?"

"That's what most would do." I shrug, using it more as a suggestion.

"If you haven't learned, I'm not most, you idiot." She points out, storming down the hallway. She then stops and turns around, "And don't think you can talk to me like we're peachy, because we aren't, Stiles." Just like that, she exits the building.

I looked down and gritted my teeth, clenching my fists, slamming one of them into a locker. "Being peachy with you would be that last thing I want to do anyways."

Aaliyah's POV

I pulled up to the hospital, with my moms lunch and exited my car, walking into a train wreck. There were patients waiting everywhere and my mom was overwhelmed with all the people trying to sign in. I scurried over to her and waved, handing her lunch. "Thank you, sweetie." She smiles, happily, "So good to see you, but why aren't you in school?"

I gulped and bit my bottom lip, arching my eyebrows. "Aaliyah, did you leave class?" She sighs, "I asked you to not behave like you did last time and you promised."

"I was only dropping off lunch mom, I'm going back right now." I assure her a lie. She then grows a smile on her face before hugging me over the desk before I escape the hospital.

*****

I looked around the alley and smirked with spray paint in my hand. I moved to a wall and starting writing: Escape Reality.I watched parts of the words slowly drip down, making it look even more realistic than I intended.

I slid down in the alley and sighed, I wish I could escape this hell.