The Secret Lightwood

Chapter Seven

A/N: I would like to make a disclaimer. In this chapter Stiles uses his depression to get in his sister's office. In no way shape or form am I making fun of depression or suggesting that you use it to get out of situations. This is just a story, and if I offend someone let me know and I can change it. - Kayla

Stiles POV

So things have been going good actually. For the last couple days Isaac and Lydia have become closer with my group. Scott seems really jealous. I am absolutely loving how jealous he can get. Maybe I can make it worse.

My siblings have been my teachers for the past week, and I am loving every bit of it. I finally noticed the problem with my classes though. One how is Jace teaching an AP class? AP math of all classes. And two how are Scott and his pack smart enough to be in these classes. That's right they aren't. So how did they get in the class?

"Mr. Wayland may I go to the office?" I asked very sweet and politely knowing that Jace would know I was being sarcastic. He just waved his hand in the air and I left. I have to find out why they are in this class. Scott is an idiot.

"Hey may I speak to Mrs Wood please?" I sweetly asked the secretary.

"Do you have an appointment?" Okay rude. How nice was I going to have to be to this lady.

"Look if you tell her Stiles Stilinski is here to see her she will drop whatever she's doing to talk to me. I'm a risk student." That sparked the lady's attention. A risk student at my school is a student that is having thoughts. Not good ones. Bad ones. Suicidal thoughts. Of course I'm okay now, but that excuse works everytime.

"Oh of course Mr. Stilinski. I'll be right back." She then scurried off into my sister's office. It's funny. They gave my sister a temporary office because they like her so much. I don't see what's to like. That might be my brotherly instinct kicking in though.

"Hi. Mr. Stilinski you may go right in." I silently thanked her and went into my sister's office. It was actually pretty nice. For a school office I mean.

"Hi Mr....Stiles..." She looked surprised to see me. I mean I didn't have an appointment.

"So how did you get the grouch up there to let you come in here?" She asked curiously. I sat down in one of her chairs and put my feet up on the desk.

"Easy. I told her I was a risk student." She didn't laugh as I was expecting her to. She kept a cold hard face.

"Stiles you can't use your depression to get things. That's not okay. You really were depressed, and badly too. I have a reason to believe that you still are. I'm calling Alec down here. Sit down." I sat, but still begged her not to call him.

"No. You may know but he can't. You're right. I haven't gotten over my depression. Just please don't tell Alec. I'm begging you. As your younger brother I am begging you not to call him." I don't beg so she sighed and sat down.

"Fine but what are you here for then. You do realize I have an actual job right?" That made me uncomfortable. She had that ability to do that though.

"You know what. Fine. I will leave. Even though I came here looking for help from my older sister. But I guess I will just do this on my own because you all seem like you have fallen too deeply into your fake jobs!!" I yelled then left the room, ignoring all of Isabelle's cries for me to come back.

I didn't go back to class. Jace was too into his stupid Math job. I didn't even want to try going into Alec's class. Didn't even want to see what happened there. I did decide to send a text in the group chat though.

Stiles - I'm done for today. Don't look for me I'll be home tonight

I then put my phone in my pocket ignoring the buzzing of my phone indicating the texts as I walked out the school doors.