~Previously known as I Wanna Be Yours~
Being a teenager, for an adult means to be a narcissist, depressive, and hormone-high human being.
For a teenager, it means living a stage of full emotional rollercoaster and pressure to be cool and be prepared...
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(Stiles's POV)
"You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out. It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. But then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's- it's actually kind of peaceful." I explained as I fixed my lacrosse stick.
"Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments? " Ms. Morrell asked
I scoffed, "I don't feel sorry for him,"
"Can you feel sorry for the nine - year - old Matt who drowned?" She asked making me look at her.
"Just because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't really give him the right to go off killing them one by one," my voice came off a little snappy, "And by the way, my dad told me that they found a bunch of pictures of Allison on Matt's computer. And not just of her, though. I mean, he photoshopped himself into these pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. You know, like he had built this whole fake relationship. So yeah, maybe drowning when he was nine years old was what sent him off the rails, but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train"
"One positive thing came out of this, though. Right?" Ms.Morrell referred to my dad getting his job back.
"Yeah. Yeah, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us," my brows furrowed, "I don't know. It's just like tension when we talk. Same thing with Scott"
"Have you talked to him since that night?"
"No, not really. I mean, he's got his own problems to deal with, though. I don't think he's talked to Allison either. But that might be more her choice, you know. Her mom dying hit her pretty hard. But I guess it brought her and her dad closer. Jackson? Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. Actually, the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia is the one who seems the most normal," I chuckled bitterly.
"What about Emily? You two got close, didn't you?" At the sound of her name, my head shot up to look at the woman in front of me.
"She's confused. I'm helping her figure it out," I sighed.
The past week has been... different. And while I couldn't say I didn't like it, I wanted everything to be normal again, as normal as can be. But the time that I've been spending with Emily has been the best thing I could ever imagine. She was finally noticing me, and she laughs with me and... I don't know, maybe now I finally have a possible chance with her. Even if as a friend.
"I notice she only talked to you today. She's ignoring Allison or Lydia?"
I shook my head, "She's just confused. It's just a stressful time"
Ms. Morrell nodded. "And what about you, Stiles? Feeling some anxiety about that championship game tomorrow night?"
"Me?" I asked taking the mat from the stick out of my mouth "Why would you ask that?"
