Change

Gym Part I

Stiles P.O.V.
After yesterdays training session, I was sure that I will be able to control my werewolf urges. I woke up, and decided that this year might be a change for me. I won't have to worry about my friends to protect me from anything now. I can protect myself, no more having to worry about me dying.

I went to school, with a smile on my face, and my fears way behind me. I sat in first period, not worrying what Coach was saying. I am already making A's in all my classes.

When it was time for gym, I was so pumped.

"Phatiec people we call human beings," that's Coach, always complaing about high school kids," we have a change of plans today. Mrs. Martin's 5th period will be joining us today, in a game of dodge ball."

I had a grin on face once he said that, I knew Lydia and Jackson were in that class. Once all classes were combined on to the bleachers, Coach assigned us into teams, thank God I wasn't on Jackson's team.

"And girls, you can just sit on the bleechers and watch, I know you won't do anything, like always. Now boys get dressed."

I went to my locker, and changed into my gym clothes. I could hear Jackson talking on the other side of the lockers, and decided to listen on to it.

"Are you going to tell us what happened?" That was one of the members of lacrosse team, I couldn't tell who it was, but I was patiently waiting for Jackson to say something.

"All I got to say is she gave me head. She's a bigger slut than I thought." I could already hear him smiling to that comment, and some high fives.

I wanted to punch something, anything, but instead I walked straight to where Jackson was.

"What did you call her?" Jackson's posse, was surprised at my attitude, but just snickered. They still think I'm that pathetic little wimpy kid.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" Jackson's jaw was clenched, and his hands were forming into fists.

"I'm talking to you Whittemore! What, can't hear now? Or maybe it's your lame ego that's blocking that." I knew this situation could go wrong in matter of seconds.

"And who do you think you are Stilinski?" He came closer to me, and started to poke me at the center of the chest.

"You're just that wimp," poke," pathetic," poke," weak Stiles that everyone knows." I got tired of him, but I was more pissed off of how he treats Lydia.

"I don't give two fucks about what you say about me, but don't dare call her a fucking slut!" My voice was getting louder and louder, I swear the people on the bleachers heard me.

"What are you going to do about it? Are you going to punch? Go ahead do it. We all now you're too weak to do it." Jackson said in a mock tone. He kept pointing on his cheek, wanting me too punch him.

And so I did, I punched him square hard in the face. He fell back to his posse, and had a shocked look on his face. There was a clear bruise showing on his left cheek.

He was about to do something else, until Coach came in.

"What do you guys think you're doing? If you want to fight, don't fight here. Go into the gym, and play dodge ball so I don't have to fill out an accident report."

That's where I wanted to prove that Lydia wasn't just some toy, she's my world.