Calypso's Never Ending Adventures

5

Stiles knew something was going on with Scott ever since he met him at their lockers as he took his History book from his bag and shoved his backpack inside. He seemed more on edge than usual and kept glancing around at the slightest of noises. Stiles attempted to think about what could've caused this change and attributed it to last night when they went searching for the body.

"What's up," he asked as he leaned a bit closer to be heard over all the chattering going on in the hall.

"Well, last night, after you left, I found that body," Scott whispered back nervously.

"Awesome! Was it mauled by an animal? Or like, strangled by a pair of pantyhose? A drunken man who ran into a tree branch that was sharpened at the end? Skewered like a shish kabob?!"

His voice had gotten progressively louder in his excitement.

"Shhh!" Scott quickly glanced around before grabbing Stiles arm and dragging him into an empty alcove.

"No, none of that," he whispered hissed before saying, "And where do you even come up with these ideas?!"

Stiles shrugged as he glanced around the little alcove and wondered why he hadn't ever seen it before. He hadn't been paying attention to where Scott had dragged him since he was coming up with wilder and wilder theories about how the corpse had looked.

"Nevermind. What I was trying to tell you was that it was a woman and she looked like she was cut in half by something or someone. But that's not the important part," he said but was interrupted by Stiles exclaiming 'How is that not important?! How could someone just bisect-' he was cut off again by Scott.

"Not important! After I found her body, I tried to leave as fast as possible but a damn wolf attacked me!"

"You were attacked by a wolf?!" Stiles begun looking at Scott for any damage but there wasn't anything visible as far as he could tell and so he begun to reach out to lift up Scott's shirt.

Scott smacked his hands away, which Stiles pouted at, before he continued, "Yeah, it bit me. But when I woke up this morning the bite was gone!"

His eyes had blown wide at his increasing alarm at the situation he had found himself in. He had either hallucinated the wolf or something supernatural was going on. He had never wanted to be turned by anyone of the supernatural community. In fact, he slightly detested those that he deemed 'unnatural'. Which is why he was currently freaking out.

"Oh! Could it have been a Werewolf? But we haven't had any Alpha within Beacon Hills since the Hale pack disaster. Could it have been a Feral Alpha?"

"Stiles! I need your help! I can't be a Werewolf! It's unnatural! I don't want to be even more of a freak than I already am with having to use an inhaler!"

Stiles stepped back a bit at the vehemence in Scott's voice. He hadn't realized how bigoted his best friend was. It kind of hurt actually to know that there was this kind of side to him. How had he never known? Didn't being a Werewolf kind of negate him needing an inhaler? Should he ask such an incensitive question though?

"Do you have asthma still," he asked gently, trying to keep out his curiousity.

He had a million questions about whether he was showing any other symptoms. Stiles was also worried about if Scott would go feral with all of his denial. It couldn't be good to hate who you are. Maybe he would turn into one of those psychotic feral wolves who killed others of its kind due to self hatred.

"I don't know. I haven't had an asthma attack yet. I lost my inhaler in the forest when I was running away."

Stiles nodded his head thoughtfully but the bell rang and they hurriedly left the alcove to make it to their first class. 

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After school let out, Stiles and Scott headed to the locker room to change into their lacrosse outfits for the practice out on the field that afternoon. 

Jackson, as usual, made some snide comment to the both of them before pushing his way between them and out the door. Scott growled lowly at his back which drew Stiles curious gaze. When he noticed the slightly golden tint to Scott's eyes he shook his shoulder to get his attention. 

Scott's eyes blazed angrily back at him before he seemed to snap out of it in slight confusion. A dawning look of horror rushed over him as he recalled what he had just been doing. Scott looked to Stiles for some kind of reassurance but he merely gave Scott a grimace and shifted his eyes away. 

Stiles wasn't disgusted with Scott being a Werewolf, far from that! He was actually pretty excited about the entire thing! Nothing ever happens in Beacon Hills that's this exciting, except for the dead body last night. He was grimacing because he was trying desperately to staunch all the excitement and questions that seemed to want to burst from him at the proof laid out before him.

"We should get going before the Coach comes looking for us," Stiles said as he begun walking to the field. It was utter bullshit. They both knew that the Coach would probably not even notice them being gone if he was being completely honest but he didn't know how to react to Scott being a Werewolf without possibly losing his best friend. Should he be happy for him? Sympathize? Be angry? It was just best all around if he just stayed silent on the matter. 

They made it to the field and sat down on the bench that had their names literally carved on it by Jackson. Jackson had regaled everyone about how Stiles and Scott might as well have their names engraved on it since that's the only place they'll be the whole season. 

Surprisingly, the Coach called on Scott to join the game and Stiles eyes widened in worry for the newly made Werewolf. He still had until the next full moon before he shifted fully but he could still beta shift during this time. It was commonly know that no known supernatural creatures could participate in school sports due to their unfair advantage. Stiles knew that if Scott was kicked off the team he would absolutely lose control. 

He prayed to whatever God out there that Scott kept his shit together. 

..... All things considered, Stiles realized that people were blinded by their own sense of reality. No one suspected Scott at all, even though quite a few things were practically thrown in their faces. Scott was excited and happy though because he hadn't had an asthma attack during the entire game. One thing Stiles had noticed was the sharp suspicious glare that Jackson had shot at Scott as they packed their bags and left to the parking lot.