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As per usual Stiles was quickly and spastically setting his books and notebooks in his locker and as per usual Scott was behind him throwing with impressive force his stuff messily on top of it. Hungry teenage boy mixed with werewolf could be a dangerous mix.
“You’re going to dent my locker one of these days.”
Scott ignored Stiles, “How was the game?”
“You’ll be paying for it mister.”
Stiles didn’t want to talk about lacrosse. Scott and Isaac weren’t there, Danny was sick, and they did miserably. In fact, Scott and Isaac hadn’t been in school all week.
“We can’t go to finals now, can we? Gah! Stupid...” He muttered.
“And then I’ll make you put your shit in your own locker.”
They walked through the propped open door of the cafeteria. The lunch room wasn’t bustling like it was yesterday. In fact, it was rather gloomy since the game. Allison sat in her regular spot waiting for the line to die down and was talking to Lydia who was opening her packed lunch and neatly laying it out.
He smiled and waved at Allison, “But my locker is on the second floor!”
“Yep.” Stiles entered the line. He took a dinner roll, munched a bite out of it, and then set it down on his tray.
Scott stood from hunched position and left his arm hovering under the sneeze guard, “If Derek didn't call all of us out...”
“It’s not that hard to say no.” Stiles abruptly dropped the scoop he was holding. He forewent the mashed potatoes and left the line to just pay for his food.
He was feeling annoyed with Scott today and he knew he shouldn’t be so irritable or moody. It shouldn’t have gotten to him like that, he was just talking. All Stiles could think was how much he hated the full moon and how it took every ounce of strength not to puke on the field when someone with extra bad B.O. or was wearing too much cologne blocked him. He was trying not to think about Derek and he had been making progress since that night he had been drinking with Danny.
Stiles sat down and nearly screamed and started to cry when his milk carton wouldn’t open. He paused for a moment to regain his composure and stared at Lydia meticulously peeling an orange. He knew she was listening, but something about her had changed. Almost softened. She barely made snarky remarks unless the statement was truly absurd and really needed to be corrected. Scott plopped down at the corner of the table by Allison, who lovingly grabbed his arm.
“It was supposed to be a gathering thing, but we just ran. And- and- said he was leaving Beacon Hills for a while.”
Stiles shrugged and crumbled his cookie into little bits. Allison nodded and acted like it was really puzzling. Stiles could feel Lydia glancing at him every time she picked a piece of her orange apart and he tried not to look back. He didn’t want to see the accusations that she was making with her hazel speckled eyes.
“Hellooo? Stiles?”
“I auh think Stiles is giving you the silent treatment.” Allison giggled at the thought: Stiles being silent.
“You’re- you’re acting like Derek right now!” Scott had a devious grin on his face, waiting for a joke back.
“I’m really beginning to wonder if you have the deepest anus in the world, Scott.” Stiles glared at him and the smile dissipated his best-friend’s face. The whole table stopped moving and became incredibly still.
“Stiles?” Allison forehead was covered in wrinkles of worry and inquiry.
Lydia had stopped peeling her orange and cocked an eyebrow at him. Stiles finally acknowledged her looks. She gave the smallest shake of her head with her mouth open and eyes wide. Despite his best efforts his lips twitched just enough and his head cocked to the left. Lydia broke eye contact and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear.
“You’re head seems to be pretty far up it.” The metal chair’s feet groaned against the linoleum as Stiles stood abruptly.
“We could get that checked out by The Guinness Book of World Records.” Danny added. He’d been standing there for quite some time. He chuckled trying to break the tension. Stiles was almost about ready to throw up again. He took a deep breath and marched out of the lunch room.
“Stiles!” Scott called after his best friend. “Stiles...” He said quietly and apologetically to himself and sat back down.
“What is wrong with him?” Danny asked with a small amount of food in the side of his mouth and leaned back in his chair.
“I’ve never seen him like that.” Allison crossed her arms.
“Maybe you mentioning Derek wasn’t the brightest idea.” Lydia said quickly and with plenty of sass that everyone at the table felt stupid.
Danny acted oblivious and tried not to picture the things that Stiles had told him about Derek. He wished he could be surprised by Lydia figuring it out in a split second, yet it was Lydia. She was a discreet wunderkind.
Scott knit his eyebrows together and pouted his lower lip, “But why? Stiles and Derek aren’t exactly friends, but...”
“Yeah, they aren’t exactly friends.” Lydia repeated and tried to make a physical motion with her arms to represent how obvious it really was.
Allison brushed it off and went to the lunch line, Danny had gone to chewing the bite stored in his cheek and had let his mind wander to his boyfriend to block out scarring mental images, and Scott concentrated on the lunch table.
“I guess...I mean I did ditch him and the game for Derek.” Scott concluded it to be jealousy and felt a little bad. For, of course, the absolute wrong reason. “I wonder if he’s going to practice today.”
Lydia rolled her eyes, which went unnoticed by Scott and then she mentally hit her forehead. It wasn’t really Scott’s fault. They’d gone to great lengths to keep it from everyone, especially Scott, and that meant from Allison as well.
Danny, like Lydia was dying on the inside, “Yeah I’m gonna guess that’s a no.”