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.
It would be the next day when his life went to hell.
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Stiles woke up on Friday with a bad feeling, his phone had about ten missed calls and twenty unread messages.
The first message is what made his world shatter. There it was, a video of him in his car crying, a video of him mumbling sorry again and again. A video of him wiping his tears and staring at himself with empty eyes and wide grin as he spoke.
Underneath the video it said, saw some kid have a complete breakdown. This is what happens when you live in the hell hole that's Beacon Hills.
Stiles guess that whoever took the video hadn't met for everyone to see it. With a shaky hand he clicked on the other text, and then the next one and the next on and the next.
He read them all, the concerns from others, the ones that said they felt the same, then the ones from the pack.
They wanted to talk with him.
The cherry on top was the text from his dad and Melissa, they wanted to talk with him as well.
He shoved his phone away from him and laid on his bed, he could just skip. Skip school and go off for the weekend. By then mostly everyone would have forgotten.
No, that would only make him a bigger disappointment. He'd go to school and act normal. He'd show everyone he was fine. He'd win them over with his sarcastic charm like any good person would.
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He was wrong. He should not have come and he should have left when he had the chance. He couldn't do this, no one even liked him! Why the hell did he think he'd win them over with his oh, so wonderful personality?
As soon has he was out of his car more than a few heads turned his way. He game the a wide grin, "Don't mind me, just your average high school student who recently had a stony breakdown because, well, high school." Several people gave him small smiles at that but hardly anyone stopped staring.
Well that didn't work.
With a sinking feeling in his stomach he walked into the school and headed towards his locker. Luckily there was no one at his locker.
People, including the pack and his friends, sent him looks all day but no one actually tried to talk to him. Right when Stiles started to think everyone would forget about it there was an announcement made.
"All Juniors please come to the gym." That sinking feeling he had in his stomach all day got worse. He really should have just skipped especially with the guilty looks on some of the students faces.
With the rest of his class he walked to the gym, everyone sat down as several teachers and a few other people stood in front of the students. There was a screen put up and other students were still sending him guilty looks.
"Hello everyone, it has come to my attention that many of you are ah, dealing with more stress than you should among other things. Today we wanted to talk to you about who you can and should talk to, steps you should take, we want to help you after some things have come to our attention." The teacher who for the life of him Stiles could not name looked at him for a moment.
He sunk down in his seat and hunched his shoulders, trying to disappear. And so the teachers talked and they even had a video. A few students even stood up and said something they struggled with, Stiles knew many of the people her had glanced at him.
Wondering if he would speak or hoping he would. "Alright get to your last class. I hope this was helpful."
As soon as the teacher said that everyone started to leave, Stiles could see several people starting to walk towards him. Quickly he backed away and ran out of the gym.
By the end of the day he was a nervous mess, and for a moment, just a moment he thought he was free.
"Stilinski! Don't even think of skipping practice just because you won't confront some teenage angst. Lacrosse first then emotional damage kid!" Stiles snorted as the Coach yelled at him from across the hallway, but he could see the slight concern in the older mans eyes.
Coach definitely cared for them even if he'd never admit it, the man was having trouble hiding it in his old age. With his head down Stiles walked towards the boys locker room, he wouldn't be able to hide from the pack and he knew they wouldn't just ignore it for long.
But he was fine. He was fine and sure he had his monthly mental breakdown but he was fine. He was fine. He had to be, if he wasn't then what was the point? He knows he has problems. He knows that but he'd rather ignore them.
It didn't make sense for them to care anyways, why did they care? They never cared about him before. It wasn't like he was pack. He was the useless human, so why did it seem like they cared?
He got dressed quickly and left the locker room to find coach waiting for them, or well him. "Stilinski, I may not be the best with words but if you ever need to- well you can come to me. Although you better be helping me with the equipment if you do!" Stiles gave the Coach a short nod.
Practice was shorten than usual due to half the team not paying attention. As soon as he could he ran towards his Jeep only to find the pack members that weren't on the team waiting by his beloved Jeep.
"You have got to be kidding me. I'm fine! I'm just a regular teen who had a regular breakdown because school is hell." Stiles moved past Erica to get into his car only to find Lydia sitting in the seat next to him, looking at him with concern. Concern! She didn't need to be concerned he was fine.
"Stiles, don't act like I'm an idiot. I've know you for years, we've had the same classes most of our lives and now we're becoming great friends. I know what different breakdowns look like, I've had enough of them to know. So don't you dare lie to my face Stiles Stilinski. You are not fine and that wasn't just some regular high school mental breakdown. You don't have to trust us, you don't owe us anything but you need to know that we do care about you and that we are here for you."
Stiles blinked back at Lydia who was looking at with such understanding eyes that he couldn't get upset, she got it. She understood it and he loved her for that. Still old habits are hard to break.
"I'm find Lydia, do you need a ride or is Jackson taking you?" She gave him a small sad smile before shaking her head and getting out of the car.
Stiles knew the others probably won't be as understanding, or maybe they'll understand it and push even more.
And then he remembered, fucking werewolves. They didn't just hear lies but they could smell his emotions. They could probably connect the dots now that they've seen the video if they remembered what he smelt like them. Stiles pressed him head against the steering wheel and groaned.
He just had to adopt a bunch of werewolves who apparently might actually give a shit about him. That's fine, this was fine, he's fine.
Took me three or so days to write but I did it! Yay me.
