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“Leave.”
Stiles tensed at the harsh tone Derek used. This wasn’t the usual aggression that the wolf usually displayed with him, no this was serious. The silence from the pack confirmed it. That simple word told Stiles everything he needed to know. They were officially done with him. Stiles had somehow deluded himself into thinking that he was actually pack. That he had a family he could rely on. Family was meant to be there for one another, through the good and bad. They were supposed to stick around even if they thought of you as annoying. But this wasn’t a family and it sure as hell wasn’t his.
“You’re done here.” Derek snarled, eyes blazing red, “Don’t show up here again. Don’t talk to me or the pack again.”
Stiles eyed the pack that stood behind Derek. None of them maintained eye contact with him.
None of them defended him. Not even Scott. They were all letting him get verbally assaulted by someone he thought he could trust. For what? Because he got hurt? Well, it happens! Not everyone has the luxury of super durability.
Stiles forced his way past the Alpha and the pack cleared the way for him. Stiles grabbed his backpack from the ground of Derek’s loft. He eyed the research papers he had worked on for the pack on the coffee table before turning to look at Derek once more. “This goes both ways.
Don’t bother me and stay out of my life. Nothing I do concerns any of you anymore, including anything supernatural.”
“Stiles-” Scott spoke, but the look Stiles gave him left stopped Scott from continuing. Stiles threw his backpack onto his left shoulder and started to leave the loft. He stopped at the door and looked toward the coffee table once more. The papers lit up in flames, turning into nothing but useless ash.
He didn’t want to be a part of a pack that was dumb enough to get rid of a badass spark, like himself, anyways. They were the fuckups and they were the ones missing out.
✧☽✧
Stiles hated Mondays, especially the Monday after winter break. Those were the days when his teachers decided to go full force with preparing the students for various standardized tests. He walked into his first class with a groan. English was alright, but he had the majority of the pack in this class, and it hurt. Instead of sitting next to Scott, he sat in the back. On his left side sat a guy that Stiles was pretty sure was high, while his right side was an empty seat.
Scott, Lydia, and Jackson entered the room not too long after he did. They all paid him no mind as they took their seats next to each other. Allison entered the classroom next. She made eye contact with him and nodded before she sat next to her boyfriend. The two immediately began whispering amongst each other in a cute yet nauseating way. Lydia was talking to Jackson, only stopping to partially turn around and eye Stiles briefly. He gave her a tight smile in response, that she ignored. Stiles rolled his eyes and took his journal from his backpack and began to doodle in it. He didn’t need them anyway. Besides, he had an amazing personality to keep him company.
“Mr. Stilinski please raise your hand.” The teacher’s request jostled him from his thoughts. Stiles scrunched his face up in confusion as he raised his hand. There was a girl he didn’t recognize, walking toward the empty seat on his right. She had long blonde hair, smooth skin, and piercing blue eyes. She was gorgeous, to say the least.
She sat down and immediately turned her gaze to him. “I’m Rebekah Mikaelson.” She introduced herself in a somewhat arrogant manner. Stiles already had mixed feelings about this girl. The school didn’t need another popular diva in its midst. She may be new, but her accent was going to give her a lot of positive attention.
“You’re British.” He commented.
She rolled her eyes and huffed, “The proper thing to do would be to introduce yourself back.” She narrowed her eyes, eying him in a scrutinizing manner. Fair enough.
Stiles blushed, “You’re right, sorry. I’m Stiles Stilinski.” His hand caressed the back of his neck.
Her eyes flashed in brief recognition, “The Sheriff's son?”
He nodded, “That’s me.” He looked away uncomfortably. “Can I see your schedule?” Rebekah fished the paper from her bag and handed it to him. The wrinkled schedule threw him off. Perhaps he judged her character too soon.
Stiles nodded over it approvingly, “You have History, Gym, and this class with me.” He grinned, “You can sit with me at lunch too if you want.”
Stiles heard Jackson snort from his seat in the room.
Rebekah smiled rather sweetly, “That would be lovely. Oh, I hope you don’t mind if my brother joins us.”
“The more the merrier.” He shrugged. It’s not like he had anyone to sit with anyways.
✧☽✧
Meeting Kol was the most stressful thing that Stiles had ever had the displeasure of doing. Somehow Stiles had been stuck in a Mikaelson sandwich, with each sibling sitting on either side of him. Then they decided to argue over whose friend he was, despite knowing him for way less than a day. According to Rebekah, Stiles was her friend because she met him first. Kol decided that Stiles was his friend because he was the more interesting sibling. At some point, Kol got bored with the argument and decided that it was a good idea to fling a paper airplane at the back of Ms. Smith’s head.
Stiles had been blamed and given detention. He didn’t think he liked the siblings too much.
Now it was lunchtime and the Mikaelson siblings started bickering again. The three sat in a reserved corner in the back of the cafeteria. Rebekah had decided to drop her pointless argument with her brother, much to Stiles’s delight. Instead, she chose to change the subject to lunch.
“Do they expect us to eat this...slop?” She gave to food an experimental poke with her fork, clear disdain marking her features.
“Why?” Kol gave a mischievous smirk, “Afraid it’ll go to your thighs?”
Stiles noticed how Rebekah's hand flinched and how her eye twitched. He instantly interjected, "Let's get some food from the diner later!" He mentally slapped himself. That’s not what he wanted to do. In fact, he actually wanted to be far away from them. Maybe he was just acting out against his best interest because of his growing abandonment issues? Yeah, that had to be the reason. Not because he’s lonely or anything…
Kol gave Stiles a flirty smile, “If this is your way of asking us out?”
Stiles flung some of his slop at Kol in response.
✧☽✧
The pack sat at their usual table as they discussed a new issue. The new students were off-putting and the way they attached themselves to Stiles was suspicious. The wolves immediately noticed their lack of scent, which was alarming, to say the least. Jackson made an off-handed comment about Stilinski being desperate for friends, which resulted in Scott flashing his eyes dangerously at him in warning. Lydia and Allison managed to keep their boys from ripping each other apart. Fighting was going to get them nowhere. Especially with how fractured the pack already was.
“Do you think he would say anything about us?” Erica glanced back towards the direction Stiles sat with the new students. She was lazily moving her food around with her fork. Boyd eyed her actions with a frown and handed her his container of applesauce, which she accepted with mild interest. A look of hurt crossed Scott's face, but before he could protest, Allison asked why he would do that.
“We don’t know if they’re a threat.” Erica looked back once more.
Surprisingly it was Boyd who spoke up next, “That won’t happen.” He shared a heavy gaze with Erica, “He would die before he’d give anyone information.” He looked at the pack with certainty.
Erica’s face paled, “You’re right. Sorry.” She responded meekly and decided to distract herself by actually eating the applesauce.
Isaac narrowed his eyes at the couple, “You two are hiding something.”
“It’s not our secret to tell,” Boyd responded simply. The rest of the pack looked at him curiously.
Scott glared at the couple, “He’s my best friend. I have the right to know.” He demanded.
Jackson snorted before giving McCall a condescending look, “Maybe before, but definitely not now.”
“What the hell are you on about?” He growled out defensively.
“When was the last time you hung out with him? Or even talked to him?” Jackson challenged.
“When was the last time you hung out with Danny?” McCall countered smugly.
Lydia rolled her eyes and responded with an annoyed sigh, “They talked last night and they hang out every Tuesday and Thursday.” She gave Scott a pointed look.
Scott had the decency to look embarrassed. Had he and Stiles really grown so much apart? When was the last time they hung out without it being supernaturally related? Scott laid his head on the table and groaned, “I’m a shit friend.”
“Doesn’t really matter now,” Isaac muttered in response, earning him a glare from Erica and Allison.
No one tried to refute it.
✧☽✧
“How in the world did you become a cheerleader without having to try out?” Stiles' eyes were wide with disbelief. Katy Bell, the head cheerleader, was vicious when it came to recruiting. Her domineering personality rivaled Lydia’s, which automatically put the two at odds. Katy wanted her team to be the best 24/7 and didn’t just accept anyone onto the squad. So, Rebekah suddenly being able to convince Katy to let her on with no trial was suspicious as hell. It honestly rang alarm bells in his head. He mentally filed this situation away.
Rebekah shrugged, “I’m persuasive.” Her gaze switched to eye the approaching figure behind Stiles. She narrowed her eyes at the figure immediately.
Stiles squinted his eyes in confusion, before turning around and seeing who his new friend (when did that happen?) was glaring at. He was even more confused when he saw it was Danny. Hell, even Danny looked confused. Everyone loves Danny! Stiles wondered what about him was setting her on edge. Danny was as harmless as could be.
“Uh hey, Stiles.” Danny greeted nervously. He gave Rebakah a small smile as well, but she rolled her eyes in response.
“Hey, Danny.” Stiles smiled, hoping to clear a little of the tension. “Have you met Rebekah? She and her brothers just moved here.” He pointed to the said girl warily.
Rebekah checked Danny out with a sneer, “Pleasure.” She responded dryly. Danny took an instinctive step back but was stopped when he bumped into another body.
“Don’t mind the she-witch.” Kol helped Danny stay steady. “She tends to get a bit bitchy when- well actually she’s always bitchy.”
Stiles’s heart sped up when he saw the girl’s features start to twitch.
“Kol I swear to God I will-”
“SO-” Stiles frantically interrupted her, “What’s up Danny boy? What can I do for ya?” Kol stepped away from the popular teen and moved next to Stiles. Kol casually placed his hands above his head to rest against them.
Danny eyed Kol and Stiles for a second before answering, “There’s going to be a project for physics announced soon and I wanted to recruit you for my group.”
Stiles didn’t even attempt to hide his shock. Danny wanted to work with him? He was used to people groaning when partnering with him, but Danny had just come up to him willingly. “Group?” Stiles wanted to hit his head against the wall. That definitely wasn't what he was supposed to say.
Danny nodded, “It’s going to be the infamous bridge project. I usually work with Lydia or Jackson for my projects, but both have a different teacher. I know that you’re smart and won’t drag me down and I could use your creative input too. We’re supposed to have up to four people-” Danny stopped to eye the Mikaelson’s and his demeanor opened up more as his expression brightened, “-are you two taking physics and who do you have?”
Both siblings nodded, “Ms. Kelley” They spoke in unison and then gave each other looks of disgust.
Stiles followed Danny’s train of thought, “We could all work together on it and it works better since Kol and Rebekah have class at different times than us, so we can work on it more.”
Rebekah perked up, “You want us to work with you?”
“Of course!” Stiles gave them a genuine smile. Maybe they weren’t so bad? The four of them exchanged numbers and make plans to meet up over the weekend.
✧☽✧
Stiles's dad had told him many times not to take rides from strangers. Never give them control willingly. Maybe if his father was around more, he would have listened to the little voice that told him this was a bad idea. Besides, when has Stiles ever listened? Instead, he smothered the voice until there was nothing keeping him from having fun. Screw safety, he was rebelling. Plus it didn’t help how intriguing these particular strangers were, they were like a puzzle that desperately needed to be solved. The more little details he learned, the more invested he became in the two. He couldn’t help it, curiosity was in his nature.
Stiles had found out that Kol and Rebekah live with their two older brothers, Klaus and Elijah. Elijah had picked the two up from school and decided to join them at the diner, offering Stiles a ride. Stiles had hesitated once he remembered that he had detention, but Ms. Smith had strangely decided to not go through with it. Another bizarre thing happened that day, but he wasn’t going to complain. There was nothing stopping Stiles from celebrating his freedom with a shake and some curly fries.
Now he sat in a booth next to Kol and across from Rebekah. Elijah sat on Rebekah's left side, looking elegant to the point of drawing minor attention. Stiles understood why people were sneaking glances at the man; Elijah was daddy material. He casually wore a crisp suit, his car was obviously expensive, and his accent was absolutely mouth-watering. He played the big brother role perfectly and didn’t give in to his sibling's teasing. He did his best to keep them from bickering but mostly failed miserably. Stiles noted how Elijah’s eyes shone with pure love for his siblings regardless. Stiles couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.
He had always wanted siblings, especially after his mother died. He practically lived alone until the age of eleven since his father was either at work or the bar. The deputies noticed how little he went home and Noah just decided to drink at home. After that, his father spent many nights blacked out in front of the television. He’s only calmed down on drinking once Stiles’ got into high school, but it’s been slowly building back up once the supernatural started being more of a problem than usual. Especially as of late.
Not wanting to linger too long in his thoughts he asked, “So what do you do for a living Elijah?”
“Lijah here is a professional stick in the mud.” Kol hummed from behind his menu. Stiles had a feeling that Kol wasn’t really reading it.
Rebekah attempted to hold back a snicker as Elijah somehow reframed from hitting Kol. He must have the willpower of a saint in order to not to go through with it.
“My family and I are very well off, so I don’t find the need to work, but I used to be a History teacher.” He answered smoothly. His accent melted Stiles's numb heart.
“I hate history.” Stiles unintentionally muttered. His thoughts went back to the hell that was the third-period class of the day.
Kol rolled his eyes, “I would too if I had to sit next to a bag of hair like my dear sister.”
“She’s not the one who got me detention,” Stiles muttered.
“Did you just call me a bag of hair?” Rebekah eyed her brother with disdain.
“My mistake, a beautiful bag of hair.” Kol flashed her a smile, before turning his attention toward Stiles, “You can’t be mad considering that you didn’t have to go through with it!” Kol winked.
Stiles paused momentarily in thought before responding, “That’s so not the point!” Stiles put a hand through his hair and narrowed his eyes at the young man. How did Kol know about that? Stiles never informed the family about that little bit of information.
Kol simply stuck his tongue out in response.