𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Stiles Stilinski: Batman, Yoda, and Werewolf Extraordinaire

[Majorly edited]-8/1/21

I

"You're an ass." Stiles pushes himself off my desk and back into his as I examine the badly drawn wolf-like face now permanently inked into my cast. "What even is this?"

He leans over as I point out a long, aggressive squiggle that stretches above the wolf's eyes. "His eyebrows, he's angry."

"Right. He has a very menacing... unibrow." Stiles laughs, but his lips quickly straighten, a sullen gaze in his eyes as Scott steps into History class.

He steps between our desks and sits behind Stiles. His backpack slinks to the floor as he glances at both of us. I smile thinly at him; he does the same. "So, how do you feel?"

"A little sore, I guess. My side is pretty sensitive and I'm gonna have this on for at least four weeks." I raise my navy-colored cast up. "Oh, and thanks for the takeout the other night, I forgot just how much hospital food sucked."

"No problem, man."

I nod towards Stiles as he stares straight ahead, waiting for class to start— or daydreaming of ways to chastise Scott—motioning for the latter to strike up a conversation.

He opens his mouth a few times, looking for the right words, before finally rolling his eyes. "So, you're still not talking to me?"

Silence.

"Can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? It's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothing that big?"

The tension was beginning to physically hurt.

"You know I feel really bad about it, right?" I glance to Stiles to see his nostrils flaring.

"What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out and that I went to Derek for help?" Stiles purses his lips before letting out a heavy sigh.

"If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously, I'm not talking to you."

The bell rings, signaling the beginning of class. I turn towards the chalkboard with a deflated sigh, flip open my black notebook, and begin whirling a pencil between my fingers before Stiles spins around in his seat.

"What did he say?"

II

"What? He wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that you try to kill people. Those people usually being me and Wes."

"I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it."

I pull the arm of my backpack over my shoulder as we pass the hallway of windows. "So, so far, the only thing he's done to help you is break your phone and tell you to stay away from Allison?"

"Well, throwing my phone into a brick wall was a bit much, but he's right about Allison. I can't be around her."

Stiles rubs his forehead. "When are you seeing him again?"

"He just told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day—"

Stiles slaps him on the chest, visibly annoyed. "When?"

"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work."

"After work, alright, well that gives us till the end of the school day, then."