Losing my Mind

Chapter 8: Cold

Stiles had stayed up and made a lunch for his dad once the twins went back to bed.

They had clothes for school so they didn't need to go anywhere to get some and they kept the essentials in their bags just in case of a situation like they had with Stiles.

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Ethan and Aiden road to school with Stiles, in his jeep. They stayed silent all the while as they parked at the schools entrance and got out. Stiles felt kind of uncomfortable as the twins walked on either side of him, it made him feel like the center of attention, which he hated, or like he had bodyguards, which he didn't need.

" Can you guys please leave me alone?" Stiles frowned, his eyes lowered as he tugged on his one backpack strap.

"No" They said together. Stiles groaned and walked to his locker.

"Don't you guys need to go to your lockers or something?" Stiles asked, knowing they would have to leave him.

They looked at each other.

"Fine, we'll see you in class" Ethan said while frowning. Stiles smirked as they walked off.

He sighed in relief, resting his head against his locker with his eyes closed. He jumped as a hand touched his still bruised shoulder and hissed in pain.

"Are you ok?"

Scott

"Yeah, perfecrly fine" Stiles lied.

"Why were you with the twins?"Scott demanded, accepting Stiles' answer even though he knew it was a lie.

"They came over yesterday and demanded to stay the night when my dad said he was taking a 24 hour shift, it actually wasn't that bad having them over... oh yeah uhm... they said they we're going to keep close to me to protect me for some reason..." Stiles said, hoping that the sooner Scott came to accept them, the sooner they would be off his back.

"You look pale" Scott stated out of the blue, looking intently at Stiles.

"I'm always pale, that's my designated skin tone, but anyway, that doesn't matter right now ...how are you?" Stiles asked changing the subject.

"Good, but the real question is; how are you? You look like you're going to pass out...let me help you Stiles, talk to me" Scott said stretching his hand out to Stiles.

As his hand got closer to Stiles' arm, his veins turned a threatening black and he was immediately engulfed in a white hot pain. He took a step back as Stiles did the same thing.

"You're in pain..."

"It's fine, don't worry...only a little pain, no biggy" Stiles lied looking everywhere but Scott.

"That didn't just feel like a little bit of pain" Scott said before he grabbed Stiles' arm to stop him from backing away once he noticed he actually was but let go immediately as winter traveled up his arm.

"You're cold Stiles! Ice cold..." Scott stated, disbelieving.

"It's nothing" Stiles said shakily while fidgeting.

" Ok Stiles how much pain are you really in? Tell the truth" He demanded.

Stiles stayed silent looking at the floor. The bell sounded, saving him from the confrontation.

"I'll see you later" Stiles said sighing in relief and walking past Scott after quickly grabbing his books.

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Stiles got to class just after the bell had rung and as he walked in everyone started whispered hastily.

"Take a seat Mr Stilinski" Mr Harris said looking nervously at Stiles.

He looked around the class intending to sit alone but the twins called him over. He sat down while everyone stared.

"Why is everyone whispering and starring?" Stiles asked looking deeply at the desk trying to not show his nervousness.

"If you haven't noticed, you're still bruised and beaten, so... people are still gonna wanna know what happened" Ethan commented.

"Oh, god, I forgot..." Stiles whispered, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head.

Stiles noticed out of the corner of his eye, someone plopped themself down on the seat at the table next to him.

"Hey Stiles" A deep voice sounded.

Stiles raised his head only to find Shawn smiling at him.

"Hey Shawn, what's up?"

Before Shawn could reply, Ethan cut him off.

"Who is this guy?"

"His name's Shawn, he's a friend of mine" Stiles stated, Shawn smiled at the prospect of being called Stiles Stilinski's friend, and after only one day of knowing him.

Shawn felt a wave of gratitude and acceptance crash into his soul and his smile widened.

Stiles quickly looked away from everyone and softly touched a bruise on his face, he silently hissed in pain and immediately let go. The twins looked over at him, questioningly.