Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟐

⚠️trigger warning; attempts of suicide ⚠️

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   THOUGH MY PLAN HAD WORKED, STILES HAD ALMOST KILLED ME AFTERWARDS. He thought I'd genuinely passed out and while his reaction was just what I needed to make it convincing to Coach I did feel inescapably guilty for subjecting him to a fear like that. I couldn't even look at him afterwards and so when we did all eventually get back on the bus I sat down in the same chair I'd occupied all day and averted my gaze out of the window.

I was silently praying for him to come and sit next to me, just to feed the my constant craving for his attention but he didn't. He walked passed me and sat down at the back of the bus, leaving the seat next to him free for Lydia to take.

I was almost sure every supernatural being on this bus bar myself could decipher my chaotic feelings but I couldn't contain them even if I tried. I had to have him and I'd only just realised now how much I needed him. He was like a drug to me and it was so very toxic but I was addicted to the state of euphoria he brought me to. I'd reached highs I'd never experienced before with him and I missed that feeling. I missed him. I missed his body touching mine.

Transitioning into a werewolf had heightened every thought and every feeling I had towards Stiles but today those feelings had been intensified ten fold. All that started it was a simple touch — a slight graze of his finger across my skin and I was undone. He had somehow managed to tear my mind apart from the inside out and I had no idea how to control it.

I had somehow managed to acquire some sleep but I'd spent it all dreaming about him. By the time I'd woken up I felt an more exhausted than before. I'd noticed that darkness had consumed the sky now and immediately I noticed a slight shift in my mood. The dark abyss of the sky changed something in my mind but I couldn't quite work out what. Everything suddenly felt lucid, like I was suck behind a glass wall living an exceptionally real dream.

Coach had returned to the bus, though I hadn't even realised he'd left when he said, "All right, come on." Were his words as he blew his whistle, "Everybody off."

I picked my bag up off the floor and slung the strap over my shoulder as I walked off the bus, my hands tucked deep into my pockets as I stared ahead of me deep in thought. I looked up to our place of residence for the night and suppressed the groan of displeasure from rolling off my tongue. The motel was outdated and run down, in fact it looked like it was about to collapse any second now and I looked to the neon lights that spelt Motel Glen Capri.

"Who the hell is Glen Capri?" Isaac muttered in distaste from beside me then as he piled off the bus.

"Not a clue." I replied as we shared a glance with each other, "But I think I'd rather hitch-hike home than sleep here."

"I've seen worse." Scott said then as he and Stiles got off the bus.

"Where have you seen worse?"

As Coach blew his beloved whistle again I resisted the urge to grab the black string attached to it and choke him with it, "Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up, chose wisely."

"Uh, Coach. How many to a room?" I asked him then.

"Two." He replied simply leaving me to groan under my breath as people began to step forward to take the keys from him.