One shots of Stiles Stilinski BOOK 1

What's this? The monthly mental breakdown?

Guess who's about to get real angsty on y'all because of the newest supernatural episode? This author! I'm not even crying I'm so freaking upset and happy. I physically cannot cry because- ah no. This is not about that and I'll rant later on my profile. Anyways I hope you enjoy whatever I do end up writing.

Stiles had a breaking point, everyone had one. But no one expected Stiles Stilinski of all people to just break out of seemingly nowhere.

But if they were being honest with themselves they should have seen it coming, should have seen all the ways he started to become different.

But they didn't pay attention and now they were all faced with the reality that anyone can break, even Stiles Stilinski.

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Stiles walked out of the classroom with quivering lips, he didn't know why it hurt so much. He pushed the school doors open and walked towards his car.

He couldn't leave, he wasn't sure if he could even drive out of the parking lot without crashing with the tears already building up.

He ran his hands through his hair while biting the inside of his cheek, he had no reason to cry so he really shouldn't be this close to breaking down in his car.

His nails scratched at his arms as the tears started to fall. He tried, he tried so hard to stay quiet but he couldn't stop the noisy sobs from escaping.

He leaned his head against the steering wheel as his shoulders shook. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel.

He just wanted to protect them, all he wanted was to keep the ones he cared for safe and all he did was become more unwanted and an even bigger disappointment.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorryimsporryimsorry" he sobbed those two words again and again. His cheeks and nose were red, tears and some snot dripped down his chin and onto his shirt.

He was miserable but it didn't matter, it wasn't like the movies where you mattered enough that the world responded to your pain.

It was annoyingly sunny and bright like nothing was fucking wrong. Stiles slammed his hands on the steering wheel as he sobbed. Why couldn't he do anything right?

Why did it seem like as untrusting as he was the people he did trust couldn't even be bothered to give him the time of day if they had a choice? What was wrong with him?

Stiles wiped his face with some napkins he had before looking at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red along with his face. His hair was a mess and his lips were still quivering. He gave himself a weak smile, "C'mon Stilinski, can't mope around in the car forever, put on that smile and tune on your sparkling personality that everyone loves. Fake it till you make it, right?"

Taking in a deep breath he got out of his car and walked back towards the school. If he talked enough about nothing then anyone who did notice he was probably crying would forget.

It truly was am how you could get so many to stop paying attention to you by being in the spotlight. He could help but to feel like as bad as a lair that he was he'd be a wonderful actor...probably.

His next class would be starting in about fifteen minutes, he had around ten-five minutes until other classes would be let out.

If only he had seen that a student had been by his car with their phone out, sure the student didn't know him but by time that video went around people who did know him would definitely have seen it.

But he didn't see that student. Instead he went to his next class with a smile on his face and million thoughts in his head as he started to talk to Scott and the others who soon forgot about his red eyes and shaking hands.