A Call From Newt

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CW: Anxiety, panic attacks, mental illness, PTSD, depression, self harm/suicide, mentions of past trauma

     A Skype notification popped up as I plugged the HDMI cord into my laptop. ShuckingNewt212. Shit. Decline, decline, de-. My shaky hand hit accept and Newt's face filled the laptop and projector screens. No, no, no. Scott doesn't even know I'm bi, let alone all the WICKED shit.

     "Newt I gotta-"

     "No, this is important. That voicemail was...I know it's been hard since the maze, but killing yourself-" I exited the call and plastered my face with a faux smile.

     "My presentation is on-"

     "-Mr. Stilinski, can I talk to you in the hall?" Coach said in an unheard-of serious tone. My head swum and lungs rejected each breath.

     "Stiles breath," Scott said as he stood from his seat and approached me.

     No this isn't happening. This is my secret they can't-I turned and ran from the classroom.

A/N: I'd love any feedback. Thanks.

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