Stiles was still infuriated. This morning he was hoping to have a calm perfectly plain day. But, of course, Hale and Co ruined his day.
It was two hours ago, and he was still mad. And right now his nerves would be even more crushed as Lydia Martin came to him during AP calculus.
“So I heard you signed your death warrant this morning.” She simply said.
“Hahaha!” Stiles answered. “Don’t start me on this. He so infuriating.”
“Well it’s a werewolf trait. Pretty common actually. Most people just accept and enjoy it. It’s tradition to wish to have strong packs.”
“Well I’m not most people” Stiles grumbled.
Lydia sighted and put her hand on his arm.
“Stiles” she said with that tone he hated. The kind of tone she used when she was giving true, excellent advices that made people question their sole existence. “You may not like them, but there are part of this city. Basically forever. So if you want to have a normal life here, you’ll have to be at least civil with them. Especially with Derek. He’ll be the Alpha after his mother. Or it’ll be a living hell for you. And also for our dad.” Stiles looked at her at that. He did not think of that. Lydia sensed that. “I don’t want to alarm you. But just think about that.” Stiles must have looked distressed because now Lydia Martin was looking comforting.
“Also, I know that the wolves don’t really appreciate that. I mean Isaac just need and want to be wanted and loved. Natural after his terrible childhood. Jackson... well he ma be all arrogant and Le of himself, but he is truly looking for being accepted. And Derek, he’d live like a failure to know that someone of his town doesn’t like him.”
She made it sounds like Stiles was at fault. As if the pack bad feelings were because of him. But no! Scott never had any problem with that. He would have told him otherwise. Stiles was pretty sure of it.
He had to much to think. He just grabbed his his bag and left the class. He ignored the teacher called his name.
When he arrived at his jeep, he felt his phone ringing. Glancing at it he saw it was Scott. He would have certainly smelled his distress. Great!
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