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Stiles POV:
Ever since the nogitsune Scott has been ignoring me. But it's not just scott, everyone has. Even my own father. The only person that talks to me now is Peter. How sad is that? Most days I can't even bring myself to care because of how tired I am. After all its not like the nightmares stopped after we trapped trapped that stupid fox. They just changed. They changed to my dad kicking me out or the pack abandoning me. At least Peter is good company, he can actually keep up with me when I ramble about different supernatural creatures. That's probably what will happen tonight at the pack meeting. I'll go in, everyone will ignore and I'll talk to Peter for an hour, then go home to a father who will ignore me. Good times.
I snort to myself and get out of my Jeep, Roscoe. Yep, she's still kickin even after everything things that's happened to her. Kinda like me. Anyways, I walk up to Derek's house and open the door. I hear it go quite like it always does when I show up. The difference now is that nobody usually makes eye contact with me now but somethings different because Derek is looking directly at me.
"hi? I'm not late am i?"
Derek speaks up,
"no.sit down, we need to talk."
I do as he asks, sitting next to Peter on the stairs.
"Whatcha need sourwolf?"
"Don't call me that. Look I'll just come right out and say it. We're kicking you out of the pack."
I freeze. I think about laughing. I mean this has to be a joke right?right? I look at Peter.
"I'm sorry Stiles, I swear I don't agree with them but you know they don't listen to me."
I look over at Scott who stands by the door.
"Derek's right. We're kicking you out."
I manage to choke out a question, "why?"
Scott answers,
"Because Stiles, you're human. You can't fight, you always mess something up so that we have to save you, and now that Lydia can do research we don't need you anymore."
I stare at him in disbelief. He's my best friend, my brother. How could he treat me this way? I guess I said that last one out loud because Scott said,
"Because you're useless. And you killed Allison. Honestly how did you expect us to react?"
I look at him angrily,
"you know damn well I wasn't in control. You know the nogitsune was the one who killed Allison so don't you dare try to blame me for my friends death!"
"Friend?! Friends don't kill other friends! But the point still stands you're useless to this pack."
I feel anger well up inside me. No, not just anger. Rage. Pure unbridled rage. I jump up and stalk towards the middle of the room.
"Useless? USELESS?!" I'm only slightly aware of a light bulb in the kitchen shattering.
"I'm more useful than any of you ungrateful mutts! I've saved your asses more times than I can count but why don't I go ahead and count them anyways, huh?! First I helped Scott after he was bitten, saving him from himself and Derek. I held Derek up in a pool for HOURS, saving his life. I've saved Lydia and Liam countless times. I've research, planned, and gathered weapons for all of your ungrateful asses and did I ever get a single thank you? A single well done Stiles? NO! I DID NOT!" Suddenly a glass on the table explodes but I keep going.
"Then I get tortured by a monster for months and he murders one of the only people in my life who actually recognized the work I put in and now you peace of shits have the audacity to abandon me in my time of need?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!"
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I look around at their shocked faces. I'm not sure if they're more shocked from my rant or my powers but I don't really care.
"Stiles... what was that?" Scott asks.
"That was me letting my feelings out for the first time in a very long time Scott mcall."
"No, I mean the glasses exploding. How did you do that?"
He looked almost hopeful for some reason. I sigh,
"Because I'm a spark Scott. I can use magic and I've been practicing with deaton, I was just waiting to tell you until I had it under more control."
Scott suddenly looks very happy,
"This is great Stiles! That means you can rejoin the pack now that you're not useless!"
I freeze once more. "What?" I say quietly, bit quite believing the words coming out if his mouth.
"Yeah! You can rejoin and it will be just like old times! And you can help us fight-um Stiles? Why are your eyes glowing?"
Everyone looks at me and I catch my reflection in the black tv screen. Huh, my eyes really are glowing. Probably because of how PISSED OFF I AM. who does this son if a bitch think he his?! I narrow my eyes,
"Listen here you mother fucker," I see his expression drop, "how dare you? Honestly how dare you think you have the right to abandon me, call me useless, then the second you deem me not useless you try to get me back. As if I'd ever want to come back. No, Scotty. You've ruined this friendship, this bond we had. I will never join this pack again, bit with all you backstabbing mutts in it. I'm done. I'm done being walked all over and discarded. I'm done being used and abandoned only to be picked up again when you think I'm useful to you. What's about to happen is I'm going to walk out that door, drive away, and never see you mutts ever again. Except Peter if course."
I start walking towards the door, ignoreing the sounds of disapproval from my forward pack mates. However, before I can cross the threshold Scott steps in front of me, stopping me from leaving.
"Stiles please! Look you're not useless anymore and we could really use your powers in a fight. Don't abandon me please, I'm your brother remember?"
I scoff, "brother? We stopped being brothers that night in the woods when you got bitten. After that we were friends up until you KICKED ME OUT! Not to mention you only want me now for my powers not even for me so no. Scott. I'm not abandoning you because you've already abandoned me."
I channel my powers and use it to push Scott out of my way. I walk out the door and can hear the pack of bitches clamoring to help Scott up. Pathetic. I can't believe I ever trusted them. As I get in my Jeep to leave I see Peter run out of the house and up to my window.
"Got room for one more?" He says.
"For you? Always, sweetheart." I unlock the Jeep and he gets in the passenger side.
"So where we goin?"
"Well I'm eighteen and my dad could care less about me right now so I'm thinkin... new Orleans. That work for you?" I say with a tilt of my head.
"Anything you want, stiles."
I smile and start the car. Cant wait to see what happens in new Orleans. I heard witches cant do magic there. Sounds like a 'dictator' kinda situation. Or more accurately, a 'dictator I can crush' kinda situation. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I pull out of Hale's driveway and take off. Time to start my new life.