Boot Camp

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This has Polish Stiles in it, I don't speak Polish so I'm using google translate-I apologize if anything is incorrect and please feel free to correct it if it's wrong. >>>>> A big thank you to Claudia776 for commenting translations for me. I changed them to what you said and i really appreciate it!! <3

I didn't know how to title this so whateve.

I was requested by stiles_stilinski-24 to do a one-shot based off of that picture so here it is and I hope you enjoy.

Special thanks to this babe>>> Mae_Scarlet_14 for helping me with this because I was really stuck on an idea for this and she helped me out.


Okay, read on.


My dad had started yelling at me the minute I walked through the door and I hadn't even had time to register what he was going on about before his phone rang and he was storming into the next room to answer it. This had been happening a lot lately, for some reason my dad and I were just clashing constantly no matter what we did. We don't normally fight but when we do all hell breaks loose and I'm on the verge of moving in with Scott for the next month. Last night he freaked out on me for my room being a mess, he told me to clean it. The thing is, I was in the middle of cleaning it when he yelled at me and it took everything in me not to scream back at him.

When he was done on the phone he wandered up into my room to continue his speech on how "I need to stop being so irresponsible" and yelled more when I started to tune him out.

"Nie mogę się doczekać, żeby wyjechać z tego pieprzonego miejsca." I muttered under my breath.

("I can't wait to leave this fucking place.")

Unfortunately my dad heard me and got even angrier. This was going to be a long night.

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I showed up to Derek's an hour late with my duffel bag thrown over my shoulder, as I was about to mutter an apology and explain what happened he yelled at me for being late. I stared at him for a moment before I dropped my bag on the floor and walked over to Scott. Grabbing his wrist I led him out of the house and far enough away from the pack it'd be hard for them to eavesdrop on us.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Scott finally asked forcing me to stop walking.

"I'm so close to just saying 'fuck it' to everything and move back to Poland because I can't fucking do this Scott, if one more fucking person yells at me today I swear to god I'm going to shut down completely and I-"

"So, things at home are still bad?"

"So bad, Scott. I don't know why dad's so fucking angry all the time. It's not near mom's death, her birthday, or the holiday's."

Scott nodded. "Derek didn't mean it when he yelled, he's just Derek. Derek likes his schedules, you know how he is."

"I know," I sighed, "But after spending the last four hours being screamed at for the stupidest shit I'm not really in the mood to get it from him too."

Scott nodded again, pulling me into a hug. "Well, you get to sit on a bus for the next five hours and not be with your dad for the next week."

I sighed, "We should head back before Derek's gets any angrier."

"Hey," Scott grabbed my arm. "I'm always here, you know that, right?"

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Derek didn't yell again after we'd gotten back, he told everyone to make sure they were ready because Peter would be here soon with the bus. Because of course they rented a fucking bus. Derek knows this guy a few hours away who runs boot camps for the military and he's going to be helping us train privately for the next week. Derek trusts him, so we should too, right?

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