The next morning when Stiles woke up, he had a raging headache and a large welt on his cheek, from where Theo had hit him the night before. He was sure that the headache was also because he'd been hit but he couldn't be sure. He didn't feel one coming on last night and to wake up with one that seemed like he got it from partying too hard was a little weird and annoying. So on top of taking his Adderall for the day, he popped two Tylenol and grabbed a Gatorade out of the fridge after getting dressed for school.

Stiles was grateful that his dad had the night shift, which meant that he was in his room sleeping and he wouldn't have to explain how he acquired the bruise on his face. Things would not go over well if his dad found out that Theo attacked him and threatened to kill him; someone would be getting shot with wolfsbane and mistletoe. Before he left the house, Stiles made breakfast for his dad using the turkey bacon and eggs in the fridge, writing a note that told his father to take it easy and that he loved him.

Walking outside, Stiles locked the front door and got behind the wheel of his Jeep. Turning the key, he took off towards the school. The whole drive to the school, Stiles felt like someone was watching him, which wouldn't be a first but it was still a very uncomfortable feeling. By the time he reached the high school, his headache was almost completely masked by the pain pills he had taken. Parking the car in his usual spot, he climbed out and slung his bag over his shoulders, closing his car door.

As he strode into the school, he caught sight of the chimera responsible for his marred face a few feet away from the front doors. He was standing at his locker with two people Stiles had never seen before at this school. Eyeing Theo suspiciously, Stiles slowly walked past him, trying not to show that he was extremely bothered by his presence.

"Watch your back, Stiles."

Annoyed by his words, Stiles flipped him off over his shoulder and continued on his way. Halfway to his locker, he came across Scott and Liam coming down a separate hallway. Stiles smiled at the two of them and said,

"Hey guys."

Liam, who had been holding a conversation with Scott, paused when he saw the welt on the human teen's cheek. "So it did bruise?"

Stiles gave him a strange look as they reached his locker; putting his combination in, he opened it and said, "Yes, I told you it was going to last night."

"I was hoping it wouldn't," Liam muttered.

Frowning, Stiles decided he would rather remain confused than understand what Liam was going on about and why. He shook his head and stared into his locker as his mind wandered. Liam was handsome for someone his age and to be honest, Stiles had been hoping Liam would care about him as much as he cared about Liam or even Scott. It was a stage that he was going through where he felt like no one was there for him sometimes.

Liam had a bad temper so when he showed other emotions it was strange and confusing for Stiles. It was also really new since Liam had met Scott and Stiles. A lot of things have been changing in the small town and no one notices.

"After last night, we need to have a pack meeting. Let the others know it's at Derek'a old loft." Scott's voice filtered into his ears as he tuned in to what the older boy was saying.

Stiles closed his locker and turned to face Scott, his gaze finding Theo down the hall, still standing at his locker with the two strangers. "And what exactly are we going to be talking about? Theo in particular or just the fact that y'know, he attacked Liam and threatened me?"

Liam's head shot up from looking at his phone, his eyes narrowing. "He threatened you? When?!"

Stiles shook his head. "A few minutes ago, when I walked through the doors. It doesn't matter though, I can take care of myself."

Scott sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That's not the point, Stiles. I know that you're capable of taking care of yourself, but Theo isn't human and he isn't some amateur. If he wants to hurt you, he will."

"In addition to that, he's a fucking psychopath who killed his sister." Liam snarled, his eyes flashing yellow as he turned his head to look at Theo. Stiles watched the chimera as he made eye contact with him and smirked, sending a supercilious wave toward him. Liam growled under his breath at the patronizing smirk and glanced at Stiles.

Stiles huffed and rolled his eyes, ignoring the way the two unknown kids were looking at him. Turning back to his friends, he saw Scott clenching his fists and looking at Theo. Placing his hand on his arm, Stiles drew his attention back to him and the topic at hand.

"I'm well aware of how sick and twisted Theo is, but trust me. . . I'll be okay. What time is the meeting?"

"Uh. . . it's going to be at 8 pm. That'll give me time to go to work at the animal clinic for a few hours."

Stiles nodded. "Okay, 8 pm it is. Now how about we all head to class, yeah?"

🐺Last Elemental🐺

Stiles hated the class he had with Mr. Harris. The man was constantly riding on him about benign things. Like not being satisfied with what Stiles did his research papers on or if he walked in a minute after the bell rang. He was always singling him out for no reason at all. Stiles had a feeling that Harris had it out for him from day one. Today was no different.

"Mr. Stilinski, is there a reason you're late today?"

Stiles sighed. "I'm late by a minute, Harris. Please don't give me strife about it."

Mr. Harris just stared at him for a few moments before waving his hand. "Fine. Have a seat and pay attention. There's a pop quiz today."

Stiles nodded and went to sit down at his usual desk. A few moments later, however, Theo entered the classroom and sat down in the empty seat behind him. Stiles had forgotten that Theo had this class too and he silently cursed. He just hoped that the guy would leave him alone for the duration of class; he wasn't going to be responsible for his actions if he started messing with him.

While Harris started explaining the pop quiz, Stiles tried his best to listen. And he was doing a good job at it too, until Theo leaned in close from behind him, placing his lips by his ear.

"I meant what I said, Stiles. You're dead."

Stiles ignored him and kept his eyes forward, seeing the moment Harris saw Theo trying to get a rise out of him. He snickered when Harris scolded Theo about talking in class, feeling satisfied when the chimera sat back in his seat, most likely scowling with his arms crossed.

After Harris passed out the pop quiz he gave them all fifteen minutes to complete it. Stiles picked up his pencil and started reading over the questions; There were thirty. Most of them he knew but the others he had a hard time trying to figure out the answers to. As the minutes ticked by, Stiles found it increasingly hard to stay focused as his sight blurred in and out, and he blinked a few times to clear it. It cleared for a few moments before going blurry again and he felt the headache he had earlier coming back with what almost seemed like a vengeance.

Squeezing his eyes shut momentarily, Stiles opened them again but the blurriness was still there. The lights in the room were sending sharp stabbing pains through his retinas and he let out a short exhale. As he stared down at his quiz, something red landed on the paper. It was followed by a few more drops and frowning, Stiles slowly reached up towards his nose to see where it was coming from. When he drew his fingers away from his nose, they were covered in a red substance.

Staring at his hand like he'd seen a ghost, Stiles tried to understand what was going on. A nosebleed? He's never had one before unless he'd been punched in the face. But to have a nosebleed out of nowhere? It wasn't normal. Stiles could feel the blood leaking from his nose at a slightly faster rate as more of the stuff dripped from his nose. Raising his hand, the one not covering his nose, he waited for Harris to see him.

"What is it, Stilinski?" Harris said monotonously.

"Can I go to the nurse's office?" Stiles asked, his voice muffled by his hand.

"Why? You still have a quiz to finish."

Stiles grimaced as his stomach rolled with a sudden stab of pain. Moving his hand so Harris could see the issue, he said, "I think something's wrong."

Harris saw what Stiles had been hiding with his hand and his face went from the usual bored look to concern as he stood up from his desk. "Of course, you can go. Mahealani, can you please escort Stilinski to the nurse's office? You two can make up the quiz later."

"Yeah, sure."

As Stiles stood up, he could feel the whole classroom looking at him and he covered his nose again out of embarrassment more than anything. Taking a few steps toward the door, he was overcome with a bout of lightheadedness and he nearly lost his balance as the room spun. If it weren't for Danny, he would've fallen.

"Is he okay?!"

The voice came from one of the other students who was watching with concern. Stiles was hit with yet another stab of pain shooting through his body and he grimaced, a quiet groan escaping his lips. Danny looped his arm around Stiles' waist and draped his arm over his shoulders before helping Stiles out of the classroom. Before he left the room, Stiles saw Theo watching him with an unknown expression on his face.

As they walked down the hall, Stiles paled as his legs became weak and he dropped halfway to the ground, only being held up by Danny and his sheer force of will. The Hawaiian native was struggling to lift him back up and Stiles couldn't do much to help make it easier. His head felt like it was about to explode and he couldn't find the strength to move his legs.

"Stiles, you gotta help me here. I can't lift you on my own." Danny said, his voice laced with concern.

Stiles groaned. "I can't. . . Danny, I don't know what's happening to me."

"It's okay, Stiles. I'm going to call Liam. He has a free period."

Stiles didn't know how long he was sitting on the floor against the lockers before Liam showed up. All he knew was that time seemed to be moving weirdly for him right now. He didn't even realize he'd closed his eyes until he felt someone shaking his shoulder gently. Opening his amber eyes, he was met by Liam leaning over him, his blue eyes wide with worry.

"Stiles, Danny told me he needed help getting you to the nurse's office," Liam said, doing the same thing Danny had done in the classroom before pulling him to his feet. "What's going on?"

"I don't know. He got a nosebleed in class and then he almost passed out when he tried to walk on his own." Danny explained.

Stiles remained silent as Liam helped him down the hall to the nurse's office, listening to both of the boys talking. By the time they reached the nurse's office, he was almost dead on his feet, his weight dragging as Liam guided him onto a bed per the nurse's orders when she saw him. As he lay on the bed shifting uncomfortably, he tried to listen in on what was being said but gave up after it seemed to make his headache worse. Closing his eyes, Stiles fell into a deep sleep, his body telling him it was time to rest.