Unexpected

Chapter Two: Pudge

I'd rather be cold than hot because you can just drink coffee or something but when you're hot there's nothing you can do.
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Stiles woke his alarm clock ringing he groaned and rolled to his side. He slammed his alarm clock shutting it off. The sun shined through his window almost forcing him to wake up, he sat up and rubbed at his tired eyes. His stomach felt as if a pit had rested in the bottom making him feel slightly woozy. Stiles had felt as if he needed to throw up but his stomach was completely empty.

He clutched at his stomach and slowly climbed out of bed. It had been two months since he and Derek had gone on their date and Stiles hadn't felt sick until this morning. Stiles didn't easily get sick either so he automatically knew that something wasn't adding up. He felt warm bile rise into his throat and rushed out of his room and into the bathroom that was right across from his room, he shoved passed his father who was about to go into the bathroom to empty the bile in his mouth.

He opened the toilet and let the bile empty his mouth. He groaned into the bowl the taste in his mouth made him even more sick causing stomach acid to escape his stomach and make its way into the toilet. Stiles hated that he forgot to eat dinner last night too exhausted to go and eat, he went to bed without even thinking about food and now he regrets it completely. He heaved over the bowl no longer able to throw anything up John watched from the doorway with a concerned frown on his face.

Stiles looked up from the toilet the taste of bile still on his tongue. John watched him with an even more concerned frown on his face, he looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. Stiles flushed the toilet and stood up with wobbly knees and heavy breathing, he forgot the last time he had an upset stomach.

"Are you okay?" John questioned finally speaking.

"Yeah, it's probably just because I didn't eat last night." Stiles' voice sounded raspy.

"I'll go make you your favorite breakfast." John smiled softly.

"Thank you,dad." Stiles whispered with a tired smile.

John nodded and walked away from the bathroom. Stiles brushed his teeth trying to get rid of the taste in his mouth, he grabbed mouth wash and gurgled so that he could no longer taste the bile in his mouth. He spat out the mouth wash and sighed feeling a little better.

Stiles trudged into his room and shut the door behind him, he slipped off his pajamas and grabbed the clothes he had ready the night before. He put on his school clothes quickly and found his favorite red sweater, he took off his phone from its charger stuffing his cellphone in his back pocket, he slipped on his converse, and grabbed his book stuffed back pack making his way towards the kitchen.

He could smell the pancakes his father was making and for some odd reason it made his stomach churn with discomfort but he couldn't deny his father's food. Stiles dropped his bag by the table and poured himself a cup of milk to sooth his upset stomach. It helped some but not enough. John served him a large pancake and he thanked his father quietly grabbing syrup and almost flooding the pancake with it.

Stiles bit into it and surprisingly he could stomach it, so only the smell hurt his stomach. He finished it in a matter of minutes and John was satisfied with his son's eagerness to eat, he liked that he was feeling a little better. Stiles put his dishes in the sink while checking the time, school would be starting soon and he knew that meant he had to up and leave.

"I'll see you after school when i drop off your lunch." Stiles grabbed his car keys looking back at his father.

"Okay, be careful." John nodded and Stiles grabbed his book bag rushing out the house.