Hangover

Chapter One - Part 2

Lunch. Food.

Stiles felt like he could eat an entire horse.

He'd tried to get something out of Scott, since he seemed to remember a lot more than Stiles of their previous nights, but he hadn't said a word.

But now, it was lunch, and he was gonna talk, or Stiles was gonna make him! He hated to be kept in the dark.

They found an empty table and sat down, facing one another. Stiles had to move around a lot until he found an angel that didn't hurt. Or, at least not hurt as much. His butt still hurt like a bitch. Scott noticed and raised an eyebrow with an ugly smirk.

"Oh, shut up!" Stiles said, and got right into his food.

"So..." Stiles said, before he took a big bite of his apple. "Tau to ee, Sotey"

Scott and Stiles had known each other pretty much all their lifes, he always knew exactly what he said, even with a mouth full of food.

"Okay..." Scott began, and took a calming breath. "I think..."

Stiles waited and waited, but when he didn't continue, he got frustrated. "Com un, spi ii auu!"

"I think I had sex with Jordan Pa..." Before he finished, Stiles threw what had earlier been i that hungry little mouth of his, directly in Scott's face.

"YOU HAD SEX WITH JORDAN PARRISH!?"

The whole room got quiet as they turned in their direction, looking both shocked, surprised and some like they were about to start laughing uncontrollably in any second. Stiles didn't seem to give a shit - but he never really did seem to give a shit. About anything. Of course, Scott saw none of this since he had his eyes closed to avoid getting sour apple juice and saliva in his eyes.

"Are you shitting me!? Are you fucking serious!?" He kept shouting, not bothering to notice that Scott couldn't answer. Or even see him. But he bet he still looked like shit.

"Dude..." was all he could say. Stiles stopped talking, and turned his head around, looking att the other teenage high school students currently watching him and his friend.

"What!?" He shouted at them, and they all soon started going back to chatting and eating their lunches. "That's right, carry on!"

Stiles threw some paper towels in Scott's face, and Scott wiped his face clean. Well... almost.

"What the fuck Scott? How do you know you had sex? Any why Parrish? And why was it a guy? Are you gay? Why wouldn't you tell me you were gay!" Stiles just kept throwing him questions. Scott sighed.

"I don't know, okay..."

"Yeah, but WHY don't you know?"

"Because...I can't remember."

"Yeah, but WHY can't you remember?"

"Uhh, the alcohol, Stiles. The ALCOHOL." Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott's answer. "You don't remember anything either!"

"Well, I bet you remember a whole lot more than I do!" Stiles began to shout. Again. "Okay, just... Start from the beginning."

"I can't remember where it began!"

Stiles groaned and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. This whole situation was so fucked up. Then he started sweating, so he took his red hoodie off. He immediately saw Scott's wide blown eyes as he threw it over the chair.

"What? What's wrong?"

Scott was having a really hard time trying not to laugh.

"WHAT!?" Stiles shouted in his face as he got frustrated.