Because I'm human

Like me, Like you.

By now sleep was a foreign concept. Stiles spent the night tossing and turning, he couldn't seem to shut his mind off, he tried counting sheep, meditation, even listening to a recording of crashing waves but all that did was make him want to pee. No matter what Stiles tried he couldn't get the image of Isaac's terrified face out of his mind. He keeps replaying that moment over and over again, looking for something, anything that would indicate if Isaac was lying. Stiles isn't sure what he wants more, to find out if the wolf is lying about his feelings...or telling the truth. Would it really be such a bad thing to have someone care about him, To hold him, make him feel special and loved?

The sound of heavy footsteps jostled Stiles from his thoughts. He glanced up from his folded hands on the tabletop just as his Dad rounded the corner into the kitchen. John startled at the sight of his son. Neither man expected to see each other up this early. "What are you doing up?" The Sheriff sighed. He ran a tired hand through his short hair.
"Couldn't sleep," Stiles answered softly. The airy silence of the house made his voice seem louder. "Brain won't turn off." Thankfully John hadn't heard the commotion from the roof last night. He had been watching a heated game of football while Stiles and Isaac were busy yelling at each other, small miracles he supposes. Stiles paused to examine his Dad. The man was on edge, his shoulder were pulled taunt and he carried himself stiffly like he expected something to jump out at him at any moment, but it was the fact that he was wearing him uniform that caught Stiles by surprise. "Is everything OK?"
"No. I just got a call from the station, a hiker found a mass of bodies out in the preserve."
"Animal attack?" Stiles found himself asking, but for the first time in months he wasn't asking for any reason other than curiosity. There is no pack to run to if the bodies were supernatural related; no reason to get involved. "Not sure," John grabbed his keys from the hook above the counter top and shoved them into his jacket pocket. "I don't want to catch you and Scott running around the preserve-"
"You won't," Stiles cut in, "I need to finish my history project so Danny and I were going to stay late at the library. Can't promise Scott wont though, dude can do whatever the hell he wants, I don't care." His voice dripped with venom, so much so that John paused in his task to finish readying himself. He arched an eyebrow, an uncertain 'humm' leaving his lips. "He's being an ass," Stiles answered, "worse then an ass. I'll tell you about it later." He didn't want his dad to walk out the door and face down an unknown threat but seeing John nod and affirm that he would be home by dinner and that they would talk, it went a long way to ease his heckled nerves. "Be safe." He whispered to the now empty room.

***

Rain fell like waves around the Jeep, pelting down against the glass like gun shots , the sound echoing through the small compartment. Stiles sighed. He tugged his jacket closer to his chest, trying to chase away the lingering cold that wafted through the car. He couldn't bring himself to slid out of the Jeep and make a mad dash for the school entrance. His body ached with a numbing cold already, adding soaked clothes from the pelting rain would only make the shivers worse.

A sudden knock at his window caused Stiles to jump. He flung himself against the side of the passenger seat, a jagged scream leaving his lips. He could feel his heart thud against his rib cage like a marching band had taken refuge in his chest.

A familiar face stared back at him through the blurry window. Chiseled jaw gave way to a row of perfect white teeth and a pair of murky eyes seemed to silently laugh at him. "Stiles!" he could barley hear their voice over the pelting rain and the roaring wind. Stiles contemplated ignoring them and high tailing it out of the school parking lot but before he could reach for his keys the door was yanked open and Danny reached inside yanking his keys out of the ignition. "Hey!" The Hawaiian ignored his protests and slid the keys into the front of his red skinny jeans.
"Get out or I'm keeping your keys. There is no way you are leaving me here to work on our assessment alone. Get out."
Stiles mumbled under his breath, "So aggressive." He grabbed his bag and quickly followed after Danny. Fat droplets of rain fell heavy against his face and neck.
"Someone has to be," Danny chuckled.
"Is that sarcasm I hear? Are we gonna have a sarcasm off, cause Dude you are so going down!" He turned to get a better look at Danny and nearly tripped over the sidewalk. If it wasn't for the Hawaiian's sudden grip on his elbow his face would have met the pavement. Stiles quickly thanked him, his cheeks burned with embarrassment as he ducked through the double doors leading into the school. No one paid him any attention, not even a glance was spared his way, although Stiles was used to it by now. He's not important of impressive enough to warrant any sideways looks. "I'm glad your feeling better," Danny's sudden voice startled him. "You seemed really upset yesterday," he elaborated. Stiles had almost forgotten about his bad mood at lunch the day before; almost.
"Yea," Stiles mumbled, "I mean, I'm still not like...happy but I suppose I'm not as pissed off as I was Yesterday,"
"I knew you and Scott couldn't stay mad at each other for long, you guys are inseparable." Stiles stopped at his locker. He opened the door quickly and shoved his backpack into the cramped space, pulling out his chemistry books in the process. He couldn't help but sigh. A month ago Stiles would have agreed with Danny; Scott and he were like brothers, they were inseparable but now Stiles doesn't even recognize the man he's known his entire life. "I'm still pissed," Stiles replied curtly, "Scott's turned into a...monster," which is kind of ironic really, "he deserves to be hit by a bus and a few other things."
"Stiles that's not-"
"This," he gestured wildly to the still healing bruises on his face, "is his fault, because of him I had the shit beaten out of me and then he has the audacity to play victim and start spreading bullshit around about how I-" he quickly cut himself off before he started to babble about werewolves and creepy old men. "You know what," Stiles sighed, "never mind."
"No," Danny practically growled, "not never mind. Stiles, it's not good to keep all this bottled up and if Scott had something to do with what happened to you, you should tell someone." His grip was like iron on his bicep. Stiles hadn't noticed that his hand was there.
"It doesn't matter anymore Danny, just drop it, please." Today had started out as such a good day and Stiles wants to keep it that way, he doesn't want to think about Scott or werewolves or any other supernatural bullshit, he just wants to have one normal day.