Warning : Sad Stiles 💔
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The last class before lunch is boring and when the bell finally rang, I practically ran out of there faster than the Flash himself! I really needed to get some food in me and have a nap or something. Maybe get one of Allison's massages.. The thought of massages and naps gives me a spring in my step and I run faster to the pack table, stopping by a vending machine to get some snacks and a drink for lunch, and then only to fail to slow down and crash into Boyd. We land on the ground with Boyd taking the majority of the fall and I immediately get up and off of him to help him up. "Sorry bout that Boyd! I was just so happy it was lunch time and I couldn't slow down. But on the bright side, I managed to save the snacks and my Gatorade from being squished!" I cheer as I hold them up and the pack laughs at me, Boyd included.

"It's ok Stiles. Just try not to break a bone next time you tackle someone. You may be human but damm! You're a force to be reckoned with!" Boyd jokes and I shrug. I may be human but I'm still strong. Before Scott became a werewolf , I was actually the stronger one of our duo and did the heavy lifting most of the time. I was the Batman and he was robin. I'm still Batman but only in the Brains department now , no longer Batman of the Muscle department. I'm actually happy that the pack agrees that I am the smartest of all the pack members, even Lydia! I sit next to Allison and Scott and turn my back towards her, she raises an eyebrow but I pat my back and she immediately understands me. I look at Scott. "Scotty, you don't mind turning around right? I just need someone to lean on before I get pushed off the bench by our resident Ms Huntress over here." I say sassily and I can practically feel Allison rolling her eyes. Scott just nods and turns. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I note how he smells like the woods, probably because he's a werewolf and spends half his time in the woods. I snort at the thought but it was true. The guys, ever since they've been bitten, spend most of their day there. Either training or occasionally hunting animals like a rabbit or a deer . I'm pulled out of my thoughts as Allison starts her massage. I groan and bunch up Scott's shirt into my fist.

I hear low growls from all around but it must've been a trick of the mind or something cause if there was someone or something growling, the guys would then be on high alert by now. Allison finishes her massage off with a
rub down of my back. I turn around and thank her for the massage. "Thanks Al, I owe you a massage too, two of them in fact. You can come and collect it anytime any day." I grin and she smiles and nods. "Stiles, since I have nothing to do today do you wanna come over and play video games with me?" Scott's insecure look on his face makes my heart fall and I just wanna do everything in my jurisdiction to make him smile again. I'd do anything to let my friends be happy and Scott's my bestie since we were little, I'd die for him just for him to be happy again. "Sure thing Scotty. I'd give up any time of the day to play video games with you and you know that!" I give him a side hug and ruffle his hair. He just blushes and grins. "Can I come too? I wanna game with Stiles too." Issac asks shyly and I look at Scott with my puppy dog eyes. Knowing him he'd break down and cave in. Scott looks conflicted before looking at Issac with a smug grin. "Don't you have to help Derek with his Camaro today?" Scott's smug grin wipes off the shy smile Issac had and his smile is replaced with a scowl. I look between the two of them and notice the tension between them both and I try to think of something to break the ice but a large crowd gathering at the doors to the school catches my eye. I turn in my seat again and just stare at the crowd. Then Lydia catches me staring and follows my line of sight.

We both stare in what seems for forever before the crowd parts and out come walking twins. Really hot twins. Does the mean I like guys now?. "Woah.." I breathe out and I catch my breath as I make eye contact with one of the twins. I guess I'm Bi now, I think as I bite my lip. He says something to his twin and they head over here. I stare at them and one of them winks at me while the other smirks. I see Lydia checking them out with Erica while Allison just bites her lips with hooded eyes. "Hey, I'm Ethan and that's Aiden." Ethan introduces and I wave at both of them. "We're new around here and could probably use some friends! You could be our first. What's your name?" Aiden enthusiastically says and I laugh at him. I stand and shake their hands, "I'm Stiles. These females over here are Lydia, Erica and Allison while these fellow males are Scott , Jackson, Issac and Boyd." I grin and let go of their hands, they seem to be dazed as they stare at their hands for a while. Issac coughs, causing them to snap out of it and Jackson snickers at them, insulting their fashion sense under his breath. I roll my eyes at him and motion for him to be nice. He just sticks his tongue out and grins. I face the twins again and they scowl in Jackson's direction. "Don't worry about that asshole over there, he's  being he's usual dick self. Although he has yet to insult me on my clothes though.." I murmur and eye Jackson suspiciously. Now that I think about it more, Jackson has never been nothing nice to me before and today's a start. Earlier on, I thought he had changed but maybe he has something up his sleeve and is just waiting to lash out at the right moment. I turn back to the twins and ask them if they needed a tour around the school.

They give me sheepish nods and take me on my offer. "Wait—let me check what I have now..It's history now.. yup let's go! History is nothing!" I drag them both back into the school and start showing to them the classrooms for each subject taught to us seniors. After that, I bring them to the cafeteria and then back to the benches outside the school . I'm pretty sure they're exhausted from having to run after me but I couldn't care less. I always get excited for an opportunity for making friends! "You sure know how to make a guy run after you!" Ethan pants as he catches his breath , slumping onto the ground with Aiden. Aiden is busy drinking a Gatorade I bought him before he passes the rest to his twin. I shrug and smirk at him, "Well , what can I say? I tend to have that effect of people running after me." I wink at them and laugh as they blush. Aiden sputters out words and it makes me laugh harder. I am pretty sure my face is red but it gets hotter and redder with embarrassment as I snort. I immediately stop and cover my mouth. The twins just gape at me before laughing. I chuckle along and shake my head at our antics. I haven't laughed this hard after mo—  I stop chuckling and look at the ground. The memories of mom come rushing back, back to the times of our laughter before she..died. I sober up and look around, not meeting the eyes of the twins as they stop laughing and look at me with curious eyes. I scan the woods near the school and immediately meet two pair of eyes. One flashes red and the other flashes blue. Derek and Peter Hale? Together alone without trying to kill each other? My eyes widen as I thought I'd never see the day to happen before I die.

They motion me over and I raise an eyebrow at them. Looks like the big bad Sourwolf and his beta Creeper Wolf wants to talk. I grimace as I think back to when I've had 'talks' with them. Derek only threatens me with death and Peter is only interested in all the harm I can do and wants me in his own pack. Ever since he found out that I managed to kill Donovan and the Desert Wolf all by myself — while still recovering from the Nogitsune — when I was at my weakest , he kept coming up to me with the offer of joining his own pack when he becomes alpha again. The old creeper should just give up, I'm not even supernatural so I'm nothing special. I only killed those two as self defence! One, Donovan tried to kill me and two, the Desert Wolf was going to kill Malia. I mentally snort at the memory of Deaton who kept saying she was going to be safe and to let her deal with her Mother alone. I am so glad I followed her, even though she hates me now and hasn't spoken to me at all since then. Earlier on I could've sworn I saw her glaring at me from beside Erica. I guess that's what I get for killing her Mother. I regret nothing though . I'd die and kill for my pack, no matter how many times. I stand up and gather my stuff. "Welp, it seems I have to go now. I just remembered that I have to get lunch ready for my dad. Bye and welcome to Beacon Hills! Hope you enjoy our school!" I smile and wave as I head to my Jeep. I don't stop and look back because I know that they'll have questions for me and I don't think I'm ready to answer any of them . Not yet at least. I reverse from the school's carpark and head to Derek's loft. He probably wants to talk to me there and not in the middle of the woods where we can be attacked at any time. At least I hope so, cause I really don't want to be killed by him. I know these woods like the back of my hand but Derek and Peter probably know it better. They could just dump me somewhere and leave if Derek is starting to go through with the idea of killing me! I gulp down my fears and put on a brave face. I stop by my house first and get my steel bat. Just in case, y'know? Scott may trust him but I'm still a little wary. Just a bit. I arrive at Derek's loft and my grip on my bat relaxes. This bat has saved my life countless times and if the meeting with the two Hale's starts to go into the direction I think it would go, I can at least protect myself. I take the lift up and my whole body feels jittery, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I feel like a high school girl meeting her crush but on crack! Or in my case, Adderall . I grin when the elevator doors open and I walk in. I see Derek facing the windows, back to the elevator and Peter just siting on the couch and playing with his phone. "Hey Sourwolf! How's the big bad Sourwolf and one of his betas Creeper Wolf doing? Everything fine I hope?" I smile smugly as my words sink in and they growl at me. Their growls turns to snarls when they see my smug face at how easily I can get them irritated .

"Stiles. Hello to you too." Derek grits out and motions for me to sit . I look around and spot Derek's favourite armchair. I grin and plop my butt onto it. He growls but says nothing and I hear Peter softly snickering on the couch opposite me.

"What were you doing talking with the two Alphas today? Did you tell them about us? Tell them about the pack weaknesses ?!" Derek shouts and I freeze. They wanted to talk to me because they thought I betrayed them? The hurt flashes through me and I try and keep it contained but seeing Peter cringe and glare at Derek, I guess I was too slow to keep it in. "Nephew please. Stiles wouldn't do that to us, would you?" With that Peter stares at me with such distrust that I gape at him. The nerve of this guy! He's the psychopath of the pack and he can stare at me like I'm the one that killed people instead of him!

"You..you actually think..that I'd betray the pack—just by seeing me talking to the twins?! Is that how much this pack distrusts me? Just because I'm human and have nothing to lose —except for my dad— that I'd reveal to other supernaturals of the pack's weaknesses?"

"Yes! You're human, you can be easily manipulated! Who knows just how much information you gave them while they eased into your good side. Now tell us what you told them and I won't have to kick you out of the pack. If you don't tell us, you're out of the pack and once out, don't even think of talking to us anymore!" Derek growls and I resist the urge to punch him in the dick and castrate him. I look to Peter. "Do you agree with him? About me betraying the pack?" He's hesitant but nods and all I see is anger but I control it. I will not do something stupid until I hear everything. "It's just that...you're the human of this pack. You're not as mentally and physically strong as us supernatural..you could've given away information about us without even knowing you're doing it. You're the weak link in this pack , Stiles, and we just wanted to make sure that you didn't do something stupid.." is this guy shitting me? This is coming from the same guy who went on a murder spree?

"Fuck you. Both of you! Just because I'm human doesn't mean I'm weak! I may not have as much muscles as you guys or be as strong but I'm the smartest! I'm mentally stronger than any of you! After the Nogitsune, I had nightmares for weeks! I even went a bit suicidal crazy and just thought of ending it all so I wouldn't hurt anyone anymore! But I survived and I got over it. All by myself. None of the pack came to ask if I was fucking alright after everything! They just went back to normal.." tears streamed down my face but it wasn't tears of sadness, it was tears of anger. Anger of being thought the weakest member, the weak link. Anger of being accused of being stupid enough to betray the pack. Anger at being ignored for so long. I am so close to killing these dogs and I don't think I'd regret it. My death grip on my bat has my knuckles turning white and I start shaking. The self control I have right now is slowly slipping. "Y'know what? I guess you guys are right about me being the weakest link . So since I'm the weak member, I'm doing you all a favour now;" I take deep breaths and calm down slightly, just calm enough to get my heart beating steadily. "I'm leaving the pack. I refuse to hold any of you guys down with me being the weakest link of the pack. Good luck finding another human to deal with your shit. Goodbye Alpha and beta of the Hale pack." My voice ice cold and my face blank. I smirk internally at having caught the flinch of the two Hale's with how my voice turned icy and leave, not even looking back at them. My heart didn't skip a beat when I told them I was leaving, showing them that I was serious about it . When the elevator doors closed, I could've sworn I heard whimpers from the loft.

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Derek whimpered at the lost of a pack member. Usually it wouldn't hurt when a member leaves, either because the Alpha kicks them out or because the Alpha gives consent and allows them to leave willingly. But this pack member left willingly, without the Alphas consent. He didn't think Stiles would leave. He thought that Stiles would talk with threats of being kicked out of the pack, instead of threatening with death for a change. He didn't think the teen would react that strongly. He had to admit that the teen looked hot when angered but when he left, Derek immediately felt a bond being severed and he clutched at his heart. He wanted to howl but his pride wouldn't let him. Neither would Peter's. They were Hale's after all, pride was a thing in their family. If you didn't have it, you didn't make it.

"Stiles.." Derek whimpered. He ached for the teen. He wanted him to come back into the loft and tell them that it was all a joke but when Stiles had said that he was leaving the pack, his heart didn't blip and Derek immediately regretted pushing his human member to his limits. A realisation dawned on Peter on what they had done after the teen left. Whatever bond he had with the sassy sarcastic teen was gone, broken and it would probably stay that way forever until Stiles forgave them. Which was like never. He cried. Peter fucking Hale cried. Harder than a new born baby. His face turned red and ugly sobs left him. How would he survive without the sassy sarcastic teen? There was Jackson but he couldn't replace Stiles. No one ever could.

The two Hale's sat there in the loft, crying for what felt like hours before Derek called for a pack meeting. They sobered up, occasionally letting a sob break through but they sobered up. The pack arrived minutes later, laughing and shoving each other. The loft reeked of sadness, regrets and anger. Their gazes fell onto the two werewolves on the floor by the couches, doing a hundred yard stare. The pack rushed to them and tried to get them out of their stupor. It worked but Peter went immediately back to bawling his eyes out while Derek stood and let alone tear trail down his cheeks. He wiped it away and took a deep breath . Time to face the music.. he thought as he cleared his throat. "Everyone, sit." He ordered and everyone obeyed. Derek was surprised that his voice didn't give out on him with all of his crying. He opened his mouth and was about to speak again when Erica called him out. "Derek, where's Stiles? I can smell his scent. What happened? Why isn't he here?" She questioned and he let out a shaky breath.

"Stiles left the pack." There was an uproar for a second before Derek shut it down. No wonder the weres in the pack felt a sudden loss. They had lost a pack mate. And all because of what? "Derek, why did Stiles leave?" Scott asked calmly, secretly wanting to rip his Alpha to shreds. Derek almost broke down when Scott asked him the question. He drove the heart of the pack away because of his arrogance— because he thought that the most loyal person of the pack betrayed them. Derek bit his lip and contemplated whether or not to tell them what had transpired earlier on. He finally came to a decision and told them everything. Besides, what's a good pack without honesty? Also, if Derek had decided to lie , the werewolves and wercoyote could tell when he'd lie and it would just push them away if they thought their Alpha couldn't trust them with something as simple as a pack member leaving. So Derek told them all about why he had a meeting with Stiles, how he thought he had betrayed them to the other pack, about Stiles' nightmares and how he'd even consider suicide to stop himself from ever hurting others ever again, how the teen raged and left in the end. The pack was sobbing when Derek finished. Hell, even Derek himself was crying. Again. For the second time today. When everyone had stopped crying , Derek told them one last thing to finish off the day.

"I'm sorry for doing this but none of you can ever acknowledge Stiles. Ignore him. I know it hurts but you have to listen to me and follow these instructions."

What?!

Derek wanted them to do what?! They couldn't just ignore Stiles now! Not after hearing how he'd suffer alone after the whole ordeal of the Nogitsune. Not after hearing how he wanted to kill himself to prevent  others from  hurting. They wouldn't do it! Lydia stood up and stomped her way to the elevator but a hand grabbed her by the wrist. She turned and glared at Derek. "I'm going to comfort Stiles whether you like it or not." She snarled and yanked at her hand but Derek didn't budge. He looked at her pleadingly, hoping she'd at least hear what he had to say before she left. She just glared but huffed, showing she was willing to listen to what he had to say before leaving . If she didn't like what she heard, Lydia was going to bitch slap Derek all the way to hell.

"I know you want to go to Stiles but you can't. It's in the rules. Once the Alpha says that the pack member who is leaving can't communicate with their former pack, said former pack has to ignore them. Unless the pack member comes back into the pack, no members of the pack are allowed to talk to them. No matter what , unless the situation is dire." Derek almost whimpered when he told them. He wanted to go to Stiles but unless he came back, they could do nothing but ignore him. Everyone was just shocked. Unlike Peter because he already knew of that. He had been Talia Hale's second. Meaning he'd clean up messes and be included in Alpha meetings. He wouldn't be surprised if Stiles didn't came back to the pack. No, he'd be actually surprised if Stiles did actually came back. 

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I unlocked the door to my house and slammed the door shut behind me. I slid the lock into place before dumping my body onto the couch. I stare blankly at the ceiling. What the hell am I going to do now? I thought as I scratched at my head. I guess I have to get over it. Like always. I sigh and sit up. "When have I become such a liability.." I tear up and finally let them fall. I sit there for hours until dad comes in. He finally finished his shift.

"Hey Son! I was thinking—what the hell happened?! Who made you cry! Tell me and I can go and shoot this Son of a bitch!" Dad rushes over and I grab at him, pulling him into a death grip. He rubs my back and I cry harder. The pack thinks I'm useless, that I'd be pathetic enough to betray them for a stronger pack.. I sob into his uniform. "The pack finally kicked me out Dad. I was wrong about our pack bonds being strong. I was so very wrong! I thought they trusted me—but they accused me of being weak minded and stupid enough to hand information of them over to the enemy.." I let the sentence trail off and I finally let go of my dad. "I'm sorry Son. Do you want me to get rid of them? If not the pack then at least Derek and Peter Hale. I'm pretty sure they don't any family left to avenge them.." Dad chuckles darkly and I can't help but snort at him. I'm not going to make him a target anymore, not after Theo Raeken.

"I'm fine Dad," I grin at my old man and pat him on the back."see? I'll get over my breakup!" I dramatically clutch at my heart and pretend to die. I hear Dad laugh before picking me up from the floor. "Ok ok. Just go get a bath, I'm thinking maybe we go out for dinner tonight. Maybe McDonald's?"

"Sure sure. Just this once then it's back to healthy food for you old man. I don't want to lose you too soon!" I peck his cheek and rush up to my room before he can yell at me for the 'old man' comment. I grin cheekily as I grab a towel and finally take a shower, I can still hear him grumbling downstairs that he's not that old. I roll my eyes, old man is an understatement. He's ancient! I laugh and quickly step out of the shower. I change back into my clothes I had on and open my bedroom window. I look for any possibilities of me getting down safely and not die before proceeding. I scale down the roof before dropping down onto the ground. I brush off any dust on my shirt and head for the front door.

"Hello? I'm here for a date with Mischief!" I say in a deep voice and I snicker when I hear my Dad scramble around before opening the door. He points the shotgun barrel right up my face and I breakdown laughing again.

"Stiles? Damm it boy, you had me scared to death! Are you back to your 'parkour on the roof' phase again?"

"Hey! Parkour is cool! Which reminds me...hmm.."

"No! Whatever it is, no!"

"What?! I was just thinking not actually doing it.." I shrug casually and head for the Sheriffs car. We hop in before driving to McDonald's. I order a McSpicy with a side of medium curly fries and a McFrappe. Dad orders a BigMac and a coke with medium fries. We eat at a small both in a corner for a few minutes, ok maybe 30 minutes , then head home. Once home, Dad goes for a shower and I jut change into my Batman pyjamas pants and flop onto the bed. I bounce a bit before going still. "Tomorrow's going to be shittier than ever but I'll survive." I repeat it over and over to myself like a mantra before finally going to sleep.