Losing my Mind

Chapter 3: Meeting

The day went by fast, faster than Stiles could even comprehend and soon the final bell of the day sounded out, symbolising the end of the school day. Stiles had successfully avoided everyone the whole day... especially the pack. He couldn't face them in this state, all he wanted to do was crawl into a ball and cry. Cry for his loss, for his life...

After a quick stop at his locker, he proceeded to the boys locker room as the note from earlier had instructed him to do so. An eery feeling gripped his throat, he held his breath and cautioned himself as he walked in, he caught a glimpse of two figures before hearing the door bang shut behind him and feeling himself being pushed to the ground. Hard.

Fear hung him like a rope as he felt hands grip him tight and pull him to his feet before pushing him roughly into the lockers.

"What the hell?!" Stiles shouted irritably, two people stood in front of him, two people that he didn't want to deal with at the moment. The twins.

"What are you?"

Ethan

"You know, you guys should really concider getting name tags, or better yet, dog collars, 'cause I can never seem to tell you apart" Stiles lied with a hint of sarcasm, pretending to be his normal self.

Both of the twins seemed to be angered by this remark and growled deeply, threateningly.

"Woah, I was just kidding, name tags are for idiots", Stiles said nonchalantly, a witty smile plastered on his face, "and dog collars are only for dog- oh wait, I guess they both kinda work", he smirked, sarcasm dripping from his curved lips as a slight chuckle escaped them.

Ethan grabbed Stiles roughly and slammed his back into the lockers, holding him there, hovering intimidatingly close to his face.

"Okay, okay, I'm actually joking so you can take it down a notch, incredible hulk, and back the hell up" Stiles said angrily, pushing Ethan slightly.

Ethan moved back but Stiles kept himself pressed lightly against the lockers.

"We're not here for that", Ethan said stiffly, composing himself from his little outburst.

"We want to know what you are, now", Aiden said with his tone becoming more and more menacing by the second.

Stiles' eyebrows ruffled together, "What I am?" he asked in confusion.

"Yes, what you are" Ethan frowned.

"We've noticed something different about you, you... smell different... weird different..." Aiden said curiously with a disgusted look on his face.

"Oh I'm trying out this new cologne, it's called wolfsbane, you should try it sometime, smells like you need it" Stiles bit back at his attackers which only gave them a new reason to hurt him, Aiden punched Stiles.

"Okay okay, no more of that, I'll tell you", Aiden smirked at his sudden change of heart, watching the slight bit of blood trickle out of his nose, "Well, for one, just because someone smells different doesn't mean that they're some supernatural creature, ever heard of chemo signals? Yeah. You guys were Alphas, what the hell happened? I thought you would know all this by now! And also if you haven't noticed, I'm just having a bad day, what you're smelling is all my messed up emotions, today is the anniversary of my mom's death...so yeah, I'm not surprised that you think there's something different", Stiles explained before wiping his nose clean of blood, he then suddenly became consumed by sadness and averting his gaze to the floor, trying to hide this sudden weakness from the two wolves infront of him.

The twins looked at each other quickly and then at Stiles with sympathy.

"We're sorry" They said in unison.

"No, I don't want your pitty and it's fine it wasn't your guys fault... it was mine" Stiles said before looked up at them "Well this was 'fun' but I have to get home to my dad..." Stiles tried to walk to the door but a hand slammed down on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Just in case, we're going to be staying close to you from now on, you know, precautionary measures", Ethan stated, smirking.

" Whatever, as long as your 'precautionary measures' don't invade my privacy, I'm good" Stiles mumbled, shaking Ethan's hand off his shoulder and walking briskly out the door, as if he were a leaf on a windy day.

Gliding... gliding far away...