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There is indeed something worse than being alone and having no friends. It’s being constantly surrounded by people and feeling no connection. When those who claim to be your friends fall short of even your lowest expectations.
That’s the life I live, Stiles Stilinski, surrounded by pack yet feeling like an omega. Don’t be confused, I’m no wolf just supposedly part of a pack. The more they call me pack, the more I feel like it doesn’t mean much at all. It’s like I’m invisible on the most important of days
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“Hey Stiles, can you grab me a soda while you’re up in and in the kitchen?” Isaac asks me using his puppy eyes against me
“I guess I can goldilocks” I playfully tease him. As I reach into the fridge to grab Isaac’s soda and my water bottle I notice the pack calendar on the front of the fridge. My heart swelled in excitement as I noted they had tomorrow circled several times with exclamations. They remembered my birthday!!! I thought.
I had been sure they’d forgotten because they hadn’t mentioned it at all. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to be ‘that person’. My happy thoughts, however, are cut off my Isaac yelling for me.
“Stiles, how long doesn’t it take to grab a soda and a water? Hurry up! I’m thirsty” he says
“Settle down!” I yell back “If you really need it so soon then get off your ass and get it yourself.” I don’t get a response back so I open up the fridge again and grab a sandwich from yesterday’s pack meeting to munch on.
I sit back down and hand Isaac his precious Dr. Pepper.
I sip on my water for a while and unwrap the sandwich I had gotten earlier. I take bite a grimace as I remember I needed mayo for it. SO I set it down and get up to grab the mayo. When I sit back down the sandwich is gone. I look around and see that Erica has grabbed it.
“Dude! That was mine!” I tell her
“Yeah well I got hungry so deal with it” she retorts
“Rude Beyotch…” I mutter
“Damn Straight Batman” she teases back with a smirk.
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The evening goes on and I stand up to stretch out to head home. I grin widely at everyone and say goodnight.
They give me slightly perturbed looks at my wide smile but say goodnight none the less and I head home.
Dad was on a night shift but he’d be home tomorrow to wish me a happy birthday in the morning
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I wake up earlier than normal so I can take the time to look nice and for once comb my unruly hair.
I decide on a pair of skinny jeans Erica had thrust upon me last month that I never wore and a plain black tee with a teal plaid shirt over it.
For me, this was Oscar’s fancy. The girls will be proud.
I head down the stairs to see my dad sitting at the counter with a stack of pancakes and an ‘18’ candle stuck through the middle. I get a little excited and trip
He looks up as he hears me trip and fall down the stairs
“You okay buddy?” he asks looking only mildly concerned as I tend to fall a lot.
“Yup! All good daddio” I respond
“Well happy 18th birthday bud. I’m so proud of the man you’ve become, and so would mom” he says, his eyes glazing over at the mention of mom
“Thanks dad” I respond gruffly and give him our famous manly (read: big bear) hug.
“You’re mom wrote you a letter before she passed in the hospital. Here you go. I’m gonna go catch some sleep before I go in later. It’s a school night so don’t stay out to late celebrating tonight. It can wait for the weekend.” Dad reminds me. I take the letters out of his hands gingerly and put it in my backpack.
I dig into the pancakes and before I know it, it’s time to leave for school. I can’t wait to see what Scott did to my locker this year.
Last year, he literally tied 30 balloons to my locker. It got us detention but it was really nice of him.
When I walk to my locker I’m disappointed to see nothing there. But perhaps Scott just isn’t here yet.
I get more and more antsy as I don’t see any of the pack as the first bell gets closer to ringing.
At some point I give up on seeing them this morning and resolve to see them at lunch.
However, at lunch I don’t see any of them and end up sitting by myself. I can see Danny shooting me weird looks and gets up to come to my table.
“hey Stiles, what’re you doing over here alone man?” he asks gently
“Um, I don’t really know where they are” I reveal
“They’re in L.A. remember? Jackson told me about the trip 2 weeks ago. How come you aren’t with them?” he asks curiously
“Umm.. I, uh, wasn’t invited” I say
“Well….” He says awkwardly “That’s strange. Well, there’s an open spot at the lacrosse table if you want it” he offers walking away. He turns back around and says “Oh, and Happy 18th Stiles. I hope it’s a good day”
“Thanks Danny!” I smile and whip out my phone to see if I got any messages from the pack,
There ones from Scott :
Hey man, I ttlly 4got…. Can u pck up da hmwrk 4 da pack? Thanks! See you Friday!
And one from his dad:
Hey Stiles, just wanted to say Happy 18th again and I hope your friends are treating you well. See you later. Love you.
I sigh and text Scott back :
Rn’t you 4gettin smthn imprtnt?! Lke 2day Scott?????
My phone buzzes a minute later with his response:
O ya!!! Thnks 4 da rmndr! Moms wrkin evng shft. Can u drp her some dnnr? Thanks! Gtg pck bndg now! TTYL
Wow, not only was I not invited to their trip, they all completely forgot about me and my birthday and are just asking favors of me left and right, assuming I’ll say yes.
If this is was being pack for humans is supposed to be like… I’m not sure if I want to be pack.
To be continued, I promise J