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Axiety. // Theo Reaken

"Oh god, I'm sorry-"
"(Y/N), I'm the one who bumped into you, stop apologizing."Theo mumbled as he wrapped his left arm around my shoulders.
"Heh, sorry about that- oh god sorry-"I started to say before I saw Theo grabbed my hands.
"Are you okay?"He asked, turning to me.
I shut my eyes tightly, looking down as I steadied my breath.
"Yeah, I'm good."I answered, trying to calm down.
"Are you having a panic attack?"He asked, making me shake my head.
"No, no, I'm good.''I answered, biting down on the inside of my cheeks.
I looked up to see Theo with concern written all over his face.
"Did something happen at home?"Theo asked.
I shook my head no, making him frown.
"Don't lie to me (Y/N)."He warned.
"I had a fight with my dad today. He said I was weak and over exaggerating when I told him that I didn't feel stable enough to come to school. I of course believed him, but I'm not trying to exaggerate."I explained, making his face soften.
"That man still doesn't understand, does he?"Theo asked, clenching his jaw.
"It's our first day of our last semester of high school and that asshole already ruined your morning."Theo grumbled.
I let out a shaky breath as Theo and I walked to our first class. He and I sat in the front, knowing I liked to sit right next to the teacher. He rubbed my back as the rest of the students walked in, making me lower my head. Stiles and Scott stopped in front of our table, making me look up at them.
"Ready for our first class?"Stiles asked, ecstatic.
"Yeah, always ready."I answered, smiling lightheartedly.
Scott frowned, immediately looking at Theo. I watched as they exchanged looks before both looking at me.
"Glad to hear you're ready, wish I had that confidence."Scott spoke up.
"You know me, always confident..."I mumbled, fake laughing.
Oh my god, did I really say that? Dammit (Y/N), now they surely know that you're not okay.
Suddenly the teacher walked in, making everyone sit in their seats.
"Good morning class, I'm Mrs.Bennett."Our teacher spoke up, making me look up at her with timid eyes.
She looked around the class until she looked directly at me, her eyes softening as she realized my tired and fearful expression. She cleared her throat before looking down at the paper in her hands.
"I actually have a seating chart ready-"
"Ughhhh!"The whole class groaned.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry but next month you'll get to choose your own spot."She muttered before walking over to my seat.
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!"Mrs.Bennet yelled, pointing at my seat.
I raised my hand slightly, making her smile gently.
"Perfect, you're already sitting here."She mumbled.
As soon as she pointed at Theo's seat, Theo jumped to his feet.
"Actually Mrs.Bennett, I need to be next to (Y/N)."Theo spoke up, making her furrow her eyebrows.
"Cute, as much as it kills me to keep you two lovebirds away from each other, I have to."She answered, making Theo's smile falter.
"Mam, I mean it. I need to her next to her for the sake of-"
"Look sir, I don't want any trouble, especially not in the first day. Please stop arguing with me and let me continue with the seating chart."Mrs.Bennett grumbled, making Theo glare.
"No, I don't think you get it. When I mean I need to sit next to her, I mean I literally have to be by her side."Theo argued.
Mrs.Bennett clenched her jaw, ignoring Theo.
"Bree Bennett."Mrs.Bennett said, making me freeze.
It wasn't that I didn't like Bree, I just hated being near people I knew nothing about. I've seen her in the halls and she seems pretty nice, when she's not spreading rumors and intentionally ruining lives.
"Yeah, I don't think so."Theo muttered, sitting back down.
"If you don't move by the time Bree makes it to the front of the classroom, you're going directly to the principles office."Mrs.Bennett warned.
"Theo, it's okay."I mumbled, fidgeting with my fingers as my foot moved up and down rapidly.
I hate conflict of any sort, which is why Theo made it his duty to keep me away from the supernatural and protect me. By now Bree was already standing by Theo.
"Cmon your girlfriend can survive 45 minutes without you, and if she can't then I'm sorry she's pathetic because she needs a guy to baby her-"
"If you keep talking, I won't hesitate to shut you up with my fist."Theo threatened, making my eyes widen.
"What kind of guy hits girls?"Bree asked, glaring at him.
"Well I'm not so sure you're a girl anymore, the amount of guys you slept with-"Theo started to say but was cut off by Mrs.Bennett shouting at him.
"Go to the office, now!"She yelled, fuming.
Theo looked over to me and looked to see if it was okay for him to leave. I looked up at nodded.
"I'm sorry."I mouthed, making him pout.
"Stop saying sorry (Y/N)..."He mumbled before walking out the door.
The rest of the class went by slowly and agonizingly. There was tension between Bree and I, so much I felt the need to hold my breath for as long as I could. I tried to focus on what Mrs.Bennett was saying but the thoughts popping up in my head kept distracting me. Theo's in trouble because of me, my dad is becoming more violent and I still have to walk back into that horrible house. I was on edge and anyone who had functioning eyes could see. I was so on edge, Stiles had to throw his pencil at me. Once the pencil hit me, I snapped my head to see him with furrowed eyebrows and a concerned facial expression.
"Are you okay?"He mouthed.
I tilted my head, trying to pretend as if I didn't know why he was concerned. He pointed to my leg which was bouncing even faster than before. It was only then that I realized that I had hurt my thumb by digging my nails into it and sliding them on my thumb.
"Can you please stop?"Bree spat, making me look at her with fear.
"I'm sorry?"I spoke up, confused.
"Moving your damn foot, it's distracting."Bree muttered, making me slide my sharp nails against my thumb even rougher than before.
"I um- I- I'm sorry-"
"Let me guess, you can't. Quit being an attention seeking bitch, people like you disgust me."Bree muttered, making my eyes tear up.
"She's not an attention seeker."Scott and Stiles spoke up.
"The only bitch in this class is you Bree so do us a favor and shut up!"Stiles spat, making Mrs.Bennett turn around.
"Watch your mouth."She warned, making Scott scoff.
"So when she insults (Y/N) you don't say anything but when Stiles defend (Y/N), now you jump in."Scott muttered.
"Sounds like favoritism."Stiles added.
By now my foot was stomping down on the floor so fast that I was starting to get tired. The back and forth bickering only managed to make me more upset, and it didn't help that the words my father told me this morning kept playing and playing in my mind. I needed to get out, I needed air. I suddenly started to gasp quietly for air, slamming my fist down onto my thigh as I looked for the door. Out of nowhere, I felt hands on my shoulders before I was shoved onto the floor. This pushed me over the edge as suddenly the image of my dad standing in front of me appeared, making me back away as I struggled to breathe. My legs and arms went numb as I blinked a couple times. Soon I was met with stares from the whole class. I need to get out now, I need to fucking get out of here. As soon as the door opened, Theo rushed in and helped me up to my feet. He dragged me out of the classroom while Stiles started to cuss at Bree and Scott argued with the teacher.
"(Y/N) what's wrong with you?"Theo asked, pulling me into the nearest empty classroom.
I shut my eyes close as Theo finally realized heard my palpitations. Tears falling as I stumbled into the corner, grabbing onto my hair as I slid down a wall.
"Breathe baby, breathe."Theo whispered, making sure to not touch me.
"Is it okay if I grab your hands or face?"He asked, making me shake my head no as I started to sob loudly.
"Can I rub your back?"He asked, making me nod.
The way he gently rubbed my back made me feel more relaxed and calm.
"Can you look at me please?"He asked.
I ignored him and proceeded to gasp for air as dug my nails into my scalp, my eyes shut tightly.
"(Y/N), please look at me."Theo begged, but I didn't listen.
"(Y/N) I need you to look at me."Theo muttered.
I finally looked up at him with tears bloodshot eyes.
"How many fingers do I have up."He asked, holding up 4.
"4."I managed to choke out.
"Good job, you got it right. Now how many fingers do I have up?"He asked.
"10."I answered, still palpitating.
"Fantastic, you got it right. Of course you would, you're a smart woman."He mumbled as tears stopped running down my cheeks.
"Now I need you to breathe in and then out every time I say a number. I'm going to count to ten, okay?"He asked, making me nod.
"10...9....8...7...6...5...4...3...2... and 1."He whispered as I did as I was told to.
Theo managed to help my breathing slow down, which I was thankful for.
"You're doing great (Y/N)."Theo addressed, rubbing my back soothingly.
"What's your name?"He asked.
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."I answered, calming down.
"Where are you from?"He asked.
"I'm from some fucked up place called Beacon Hills."I mumbled, making him chuckle.
I let out a shaky breath before slowly looking up to see Theo staring down at me.
"How're you feeling?"He asked.
"Ok."I answered, inhaling slowly.
"Good, good."He mumbled, running his fingers trough my hair.
I looked around and started laughing slightly, making Theo furrow his eyebrows.
"I hate being this dramatic, I'm sorry."I muttered, smiling sadly.
Theo sighed and shook his head disappointingly, I didn't blame him. I was disappointed with myself too.
(Theo's P.O.V)
"You really can't stop saying sorry, can't you?"I asked, making her furrow her eyebrows.
"That's what you were disappointed about and you're barely finding that out?"She asked, shocked.
"I'm not disappointed, I just finally realized you physically can't stop saying sorry."I answered, shrugging.
"So you're not mad or disappointed for what happened?"She asked, making my smile falter.
"Anxiety attacks are absolutely awful and hard to avoid, why would I be mad at you for having one? If anything, I'm mad at myself for not being able to help you out as much as I wish I could."I answered.
"You being by my side and helping me calm down is the best thing anyone could do for me. Thank you for helping me through them."She mumbled, resting her head against my shoulder.
"Do you feel good enough to go back to class or do you want to skip school the rest of the day and relax-"
"Skipping class gives me anxiety, skipping school is worse. I'd rather just go back to class."She muttered.
"Class it is."I muttered, helping her up to her feet.
We both walked back to class, (Y/N) immediately tensing up as all eyes landed on us.
"You're okay."I whispered, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"I'm okay."She mumbled, eyes wide with fear.
"I love you."I reminded her as we sat in the back of the classroom.
Her grip on my hand softened, as she looked up at me with soft glossy eyes.
"I love you too."She stated, smiling warmly at me.
Luckily Mrs.Bennett didn't say anything and kept going on with her boring lesson. The rest of the class (Y/N) kept listening to Mrs.Bennet go on with whatever the hell she was talking about while I stared intently at her. She definitely felt better than when class started, better than when she was having her anxiety attack. The girl in front of us passed me a note, making me confused. I opened it and instantly recognized the handwriting. The note asked if (Y/N) was okay, making me look up to the front of the class to see Scott looking tapping his ear. I instantly figured out what he was trying to say.
"She had an anxiety attack."I whispered, only audible for Scott to hear.
"Is she okay now?"I heard Scott ask.
I looked over to see (Y/N) grinning as she laughed at a joke the teacher said. I grinned widely at her, feeling my heart flutter as her grin grew wider, squinting her eyes.
"Yeah, she's okay."