The Hell-hound's Mate

9. Back to School

I woke up in the middle of the night again and couldn't get back to sleep. He was yelling at me. I wasn't doing what I was asked. I sat up in bed throwing my head back against the head board and closing my eyes. Today is the day I go back to school. Melissa tried to convince my dad to wait until i was more comfortable around men. Hell, I've only been sorta myself for four days. My dad just doesn't want me to miss anymore school, since I missed the end of my junior year. I understand his worry for my education, I really do, but I wish he'd understand how I am feeling. What that man did to me and how he messed with my head not that long after the Nogitsune. Sighing I just got ready for school since there was nothing I could do about it. 

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I arrived at the front do the school just kinda standing there. My anxiety is really high and I'm terrified. Too many people. They're going to be starring at me. I can't do this. I was about to turn around and walk home because I'm not allowed to drive, when Lydia hooked her arm through mine. 

"Breathe Stiles. If you don't you're going to pass out and make it worse." 

I closed my eyes and did as she said then allowed her to drag me inside. 

"You've got a member of the pack in each of your classes, including the werewolves. They can help with your anxiety and panic attacks." I just had to trust her. First up is Economics with Coach. 

Walking in the room without Lyds was hard. Hopefully Scott was already inside so I could at least see a familiar person. 

"Stilinski, good to have you back. Where've you been? You're trying out for Lacrosse right!" Coach all but yelled hitting my shoulder causing me to flinch but I don't know if anyone noticed. I found and empty seat next to Scott and sat down. 

"You okay?" He whispered concerned.

I could only shake my head no in response. 

"Stilinski? What's wrong with you?" Coach asked seeing it odd to why I didn't respond with my usual sarcastic charm. 

"Coach, just leave him alone for now." Scott defended.

"Fine McCall." and he began teaching. I really don't want to be here. 

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Classes went on like normal and when lunch came I couldn't be happier. Lydia linked arms with me again dragging me to a table/bench outside where the rest of the pack was. She allowed me to sit on the outside so I don't feet so trapped. 

"Stiles are you going to try out for lacrosse?" Scott asked and I shook my head no.

"Would you like me to let Coach know?" and I nodded yes to his question. They smiled and wen ton holding a conservation with each other. They tried to include me in it, but I was mostly just sitting munching on some fries. 

"Bilinski!" Coach shouted across the field. I turned to him with the rest of the pack.

"You're trying out yes?" 

"Actually Coach, Stiles mentioned that he's not going to this year." Scott tired explaining for me. 

"Bullshit. Of Coarse he's trying out. You can't tell me no Bilinski. You, McCall, Whitmore, Lahey and Dumbar are my best players. I'm not losing you."

How am I one of his best players? I warm the bench. I just started at him confused. 

"How is he even one of your best players? Coach he sits on the bench the whole season." Jackson stated. He apparently came back sometime while I was gone. I'm still not fond of him. 

"He might not be good on the field, but he's good at motivation. Bilinski if you aren't going to play you're still coming to practice. Understood?" I nodded still confused, but it seemed to satisfy Coach for he walked away with a smile on his face. Once Coach left my head hit the table ad a sound of distraught left my mouth. 

"Hey look at it this way. It could help you adjust back to things." Lydia said trying to be optimistic. Though, I just glanced at her sort of panicked. 

"Shit. Boys locker room." She sighed. 
"Just don't change. He just wants you at practice." Kira suggested. I just nodded as the bell rang. Can this day get any worse?