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On a typical autumn morning, birds chirping happily outside and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. This bright and cheerful setting is quite the opposite of Stiles’ mood, he lay in bed contemplating if school is even worth going to. The smell of bacon filling his nose causes him to sit up right in his bed. If anything can get Stiles out of bed in the morning it will definitely be his need to give his father shit for his unhealthy food choices.
With his hair displayed in all kinds of wild directions he stands up and makes his way downstairs to crap out his father. He walks into the kitchen with a hand under his shirt scratching at his strange birthmark just above his pj pants, the mark stands out more than all his beauty spots as it is in the shape of an upside down heart. Stiles was always teased when his classmates saw the girly mark while in the changing rooms.
"Morning dad, so I see you snuck bacon into the shopping basket again". Noah sighs and replies, "Once again Stiles, I need my fat and I have a long shift coming up, and on the topic of my shift; I won't be home until tomorrow morning." Stiles nods and the Sheriff turns back around to flip his sizzling bacon.
Stiles sighs and takes a seat at the counter. "Well since you're making I'd like a piece of that bacon dadio", Stiles smirks. His dad scoffs a laugh and says, "That's going to be a no Stiles, it's unhealthy remember?"
Stiles raises an eyebrow at the reply and says, "I just don't want you in the grave before your due date". His dad sighs and says, "It's bacon Stiles I'm not going to drop dead from a bit of grease and fatty oils, you can't deprive a man from his fatty goodness." That results in a laugh from them both. "Ok well I'm going to get ready for school then, I'll grab a snack later.". "Oh Stiles, I’m leaving soon but I'll see you tomorrow, enjoy school". He works up a smile and wishes his father a safe shift and then heads back upstairs.
Once upstairs he hops into the shower then pulls on his usual science pun T-shirt accompanied by an unbuttoned flannel shirt on top and his worn out red zip up hoodie. He slips on his everyday baggy jeans and sneakers and grabs his backpack. When he is dressed he makes his way downstairs, not bothering to make up his bed. He grabs a muesli bar from the pantry and then gets his keys from the table at the front door. He makes his way out of the house, not forgetting to lock it behind himself and then walks over to his blue Jeep.
There is the creak of the metal door and squeaking of the springs as he climbs into the old car. With a slam the door is closed and he turns the key so the engine roars to life, well more like stutters as it struggles to start up… Again… finally it starts and he reverses out of his driveway and down towards school.
His window down and he relishes in the autumn breeze. His car, to his disappointment, has no functioning AC so this is the best he's got. He enjoys driving with the windows down, not only for the fresh air but for the smells of the forest. This time of year is his favourite because of the different colours and smells the weather brings. He makes his way alongside the preserve filled with tall orange and red leaved trees. Those trees remind him of when he used to wander through the forest and watch the squirrels play in the bed of leaves on the ground. He hasn’t done that in quite a while, he makes a mental reminder to do that sometime soon.
He arrives at school, sadly, and parks his car in his usual far back corner where it is as far away from him as possible. He walks over to where the bicycles are kept and just like every other morning he sees Scott locking up his bicycle. He smiles as he spots the chocolate haired boy with his rusty bicycle.
"Hey Scotty boy", Stiles greets his best friend. They've been friends for sixteen years now, ever since they could crawl. Their moms used to be inseparable and so they became attached too. "Morning Stiles", he greets back. "So my dad is running a late shift again if you want to come over and play Xbox or just, you know, study?" Stiles suggests. Scott beams back with a wide smile and says, "Only if that includes a ride to yours!" Stiles nods with a small chuckle. They both make their way up the path towards the school.
They got inside and made their way over to their lockers, Scott's was just across from Stiles', Stiles opened his locker to switches out his Chem books for his History books. Before he can close the door it suddenly slams closed. Stiles sighs as he knows what's coming next, next minute his head is slammed into the closed locker door and through the ringing in his ears from the impact he hears Jackson snicker and say, "Morning Freakinski". Stiles pushes his head off the locker door and brings a hand to his temple, he opens his eyes to see Scott staring wide eyed on from his locker. Stiles give him a half smile through the sting and swings his bag over his shoulder. "You alright dude?", Scott asks through a whisper. Stiles puts a hand on his shoulder and scoffs, "I'm used to it Scott, you know Jackson, he'll get bored eventually." Stiles knows that won't happen, Jackson Whittemore has had it out for Stiles since day one. The guys got a screw loose, probably dropped as a baby.
Back when Stiles first started at Beacon Hills High School he ran into Jackson in the hallway which seemed to piss the teen off and from then he constantly threw rude comments or tried him up here and there. Not so bad, he could cope with it but when Stiles fell in love with the gorgeous redhead Lydia Martin, that's where things went downhill. Stiles being who he is didn't hide that he had a crush on Lydia, she pretended that he didn't even exist but he still worshiped the ground she walked on. Jackson was dating Lydia (and currently still is) and he didn't like the fact that Stiles fancied her, not like he was any competition. Jackson used that as an excuse to beat Stiles up halfway through that year, it happened when Stiles tried out for lacrosse along with Scott, he just wanted to make his dad proud. Stiles didn't actually know that Lydia would show up to the try outs and Jackson caught Stiles staring at her (he literally just spotted her and was caught by surprise). Filled with rage as he assumed Stiles' ulterior motive for trying out, he gather one or two other players and they ganged up on him after practice. They were smart enough to not leave any bruises on his face as his father was the Sheriff after all, but he was left with multiple bruises all along his torso, legs and arms. After that Stiles didn't make the team and he avoided any contact with Lydia or Jackson. So far it had been going well but now Jackson goes out of his way to shove, trip or smash his face into lockers. Scott has stuck through with Stiles as the best friend he is, he got a few shoves and trips when he stood up for Stiles, he loves the dude but he can't stand to see Scott get hurt because of him. So he told Scott not to worry, it was stupid horseplay anyways, he just kept the fact that it was a little more than just horseplay a secret… He could handle it, he always has.
Besides, Jackson is just a jock with a peanut for a brain, he'll get bored at some stage, although it has been a year and a bit already. Jackson only picks on Stiles because he sees him as weak and a freak, hence the nickname 'Freakinski.
Oh well. Shit happens, at least he still had Scott as his best friend. Stiles snapped himself out of the memory and swung his arm over his brother's shoulders and together they walked down the hall to their first class.