Initiate // Sterek

// three //

"Rise and shine, Stiles..." A voice called, shaking me at the shoulder. It was Erica. It felt like I had only gone asleep, how could it be morning already?

"What time is it?" I groaned, rubbing my eyes. "Five-thirty, time for breakfast, then training." She said, taking a bite from an apple that was in her hand. I just groaned in response. The thought of doing something physical made me want to punch myself in the face.

Memories of the day before came back and suddenly thoughts of the day ahead didn't seem so bad.

I got up and put on the set of clothes that had been left at the end of my bed, a short sleeved grey t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. I looked around to see that almost everybody else had left already except for me, Erica and Boyd.

"When did everyone else get up?" I asked curiously. "Five-fifteen," Boyd told me. "They like getting there extra early or something, I just prefer sleep." I raised my eyebrow but nodded in agreement.

We left the room and began walking down an unfamiliar corridor which must have lead to the dining room. I felt an urge to play a game on my phone or something just the break the silence as we were walking, but I didn't have my phone.

"Is there like computers here or anything?" I asked as we turned another corridor. "There's two in the library." Erica said flatly. "But don't even think about using it to text someone, they've got literally every social media website blocked which basically means they're useless." She said, her lips becoming a tight line when she finished speaking.

We stopped at a door marked "FOOD HALL". When I went in I expected it to be big and full of people but in reality it was like a regular sized kitchen with a big table that the rest of the group were sitting at.

Everybody was in conversation with one another which only made me feel lonely, I had Scott but he didn't even seem to care that much. I don't know what's happened to him, we were literally always together before we got here and know he is barely acknowledging my existence.

Am I overreacting?

Or is there something he isn't telling me?

I shook the thoughts away as I took a plate from the counter and gave myself some bacon, eggs and a slice of toast. I usually didn't eat much breakfast but I decided I'd probably need to have something if I was going to be training for the whole day. I took a seat at the end of the table while Erica and Boyd ended up sitting at the other end. Great.

I ate my food in silence as the others talked to each other. It was weird because usually I could never shut up, but now there was nothing to make me talk. I know I never had that many friends but I still hated being left out like this.

"You get used to it." A voice that hadn't previously been talking said, causing me to look up. Malia. "What?" I asked in confusion. "The ignoring. The being left out. You get used to it." She said, feebly playing with her food. I wasn't sure what to say.

"I don't want to get used to it."

~

The training room was big and had lots of equipment. It reminded me a little bit of the training room the tributes in The Hunger Games used, I thought vacantly. This kind of felt like my own personal Hunger Games, and there was no chance of me being a victor.

Goddammit Stiles, stop thinking like that! I thought to myself. It wasn't helping thinking negatively about this whole situation.

I was stirred out of my train of thought by the noise of the big door slamming shut, causing me to jump slightly. Derek had arrived. I think he noticed my jump because he looked over at me and rolled his eyes, and I couldn't help a slight blush coming onto my cheeks. God Stiles , you're such a dork, I thought to myself getting up from my spot on the floor.