Chapter 19: Stupidity, Anger, and Sass

Summary:

Stiles runs into the pack for some fights.

Peter POV and some stupid Scott.

Chapter Text

Stiles POV:

Two days later, after showing Peter the storage unit…

I couldn't avoid everyone forever, apparently. Not even until the funeral, I got ambushed two days later. I went to school to transfer my schooling to Portland because I was moving there, and I still had to go to school. And that was the time they chose to corner me in the hallway of the school.

"STILES WAIT!" Scott yelled as he saw me.

I tried to speed walk even faster, but soon Allison and Lydia were blocking my path, and Scott was behind me, and I was stuck.

"Hey guys," I said after giving a deep sigh.

"Why weren't you at school yesterday, plus you came in so late today. What's up?" Scott asks, putting his arm over my shoulder.

"I thought Derek may have told you. I was kind of expecting Peter to tell you actually. Since he was there. I'm not living in Beacon Hills anymore, I'm moving out. "

I left out where I was moving because I knew for a fact that someone would come to find me and drag me back to Beacon hills. If something horrible goes on here, Peter could always tell me it's kind of also why I picked someone who is supernatural-ish to watch over my stuff. Because they are always involved with whatever is happening at Beacon Hill even if they try not to be. "WHAT?!" yelled all three of them.

"You're leaving, why?" Allison asks, confused.

"I just can't stay," I told her, I felt like out of all the people in Beacon Hills Allison might be the one who could relate.

She knows what it's like to lose family, and not just one person a lot of family members, even if those family members of hers were psychopaths, she could still feel it. I could see from her face that she did understand my feelings. Lydia also seemed to get what I was saying, but I think it just flew right over Scott's head.

"That doesn't make any sense, Stiles! How could you just leave? I thought we were Bros for life. What the hell, man? You're my best friend, how could you just leave me?" Scott yells in my face.

We're starting to draw a crowd because we rarely ever fight. I mean, we actually never fight. Well, at least we never did before Scott became a werewolf.

"Listen Scott, let's not do this here, okay," I tell him, not wanting people to watch this.

"Well, Stiles, if I don't do this here, where am I going to do it because you seem to be avoiding me. Every time I come to see you, you just disappear and go off somewhere else. Is hanging out with Peter so much more fun now? Why did you come back so different?" Okay, if he wants this done here fine.

"It's what you deserve, at least! I've been gone for three weeks, and to your knowledge, I've only been gone for one. I've texted you and called you so many times, and I've been ignored every single time! And you say I avoided you what the hell? So, yeah, I wanna leave Beacon Hills because you wanna know why? It's a deathtrap, and this place took all of my family from me. My mother died here, and my father died here. Why would I wanna stay? I love you, and I love Melissa, but I can't stay here for you. It's going to kill me, Scott. And I have a place to go now, and I have a future there that I want to pursue. I don't wanna keep fighting with you, but you're making this really hard, dude! I'm trying to just change schools, and maybe we can reconcile before I leave, but you're not changing my mind please get that through your head!" I shook him off my shoulder, and I walked into the school office, leaving Scott, Lydia, Allison, and half of the school in shock at my outburst.

But I really had enough. I walked into the school office, cutting off whatever response Scott had for me. It's gonna take him more than a few days to settle. And I doubt he's going to forgive me if I do leave. But I have to leave, as much as a safe haven this is for me. I want to get out and explore the world and explore what it is to be a Grimm.

The actual transferring of schools wasn't as big of a deal. I said I was moving, and I had to transfer schools, so it was a smooth transfer. Though more than a few teachers present were shocked that I was leaving. I already picked out of school in Portland. It's actually not far from the police station, so when I go back, if everything is still cool, maybe I could do part-time at the station to earn some extra cash.

Though I'll be set for a little while from selling my house and the money that my mother left me, the house was already on the market. I was hoping to sell it before I left, so I didn't have to come back and close the sale later. But I could see why people wouldn't want to move to Beacon Hill's. Hopefully, by the time I leave, it's sold, but I'm not sure I can get that lucky.

Though the offer was still open to Peter or Derek if they wanted my house, I'll sell it to them. Though I really doubt either of them want it.

Luckily class started before I left the school, so when I went to my car, the rest of the pack was preoccupied with class and didn't have the chance to stop me a second time. I don't want to be so cruel and just leave. I'd rather leave on a better note, but I know if I let them in, they might be able to convince me to stay. And I think I need a new start.

So as much as I want to reconcile and make friends with everyone, it might be better to leave on a bad note and makeup when I see them another time. I will come back eventually just maybe I should get a better handle on life so I won't be swayed so easily. Honestly, I kind of miss Scott already, and I don't really have anyone left anymore. At least not in Beacon Hills.

It's kind of depressing, and I really miss my dad.

We left on such a bad note. And now I can't ever change it. I wonder if I told my dad about the supernatural if maybe he wouldn't have sent me away when he was so sick. But he already knew about it. Perhaps he would've trusted to tell me that he was ill. Maybe I should've stopped letting him eat that crap a long time ago. Maybe he wouldn't have had a heart attack if I had just done something…. damn it.

Stiles sits outside his house crying in his car for a few hours, morning the loss of his father again.

Peter's POV:

I was just sitting in the loft, reading a book. How the hell did I get involved with this crap situation that I am currently in? At the moment sitting around me are Derek's old/new/whatever the fuck happened pack. Who knows who's in charge right now? Derek's the alpha, but nobody listens to him, and they still meet up at his house.

Scott is definitely in charge of the conversation right now. He invited over to the huntress and Miss Martin. Isaac follows him around like he's the alpha. And Derek and I were here the whole time. I sort of wish I read my book somewhere else.

They were currently talking about Stiles. Scott wants him to stay in Beacon Hills. And everyone else really doesn't seem to care. I have no opinion on the matter. We already have our own side deal going on right now. I'm quite content. I could betray Stiles and tell them everything. But his book collection is just too good.

And he was honestly the only entertaining one in this group. At least he was smart enough to keep up with me. It's a shame that he has to leave, considering we're gonna be left with idiots trying to manage this town. But, hey, that puts me in a better position because they'll have to come to me for knowledge. And then they'll have to owe me. Everything's looking up on the bright side for me.

Well, that is until Scott gets this brilliant idea. Truly masterful, only he could've thought of something so utterly stupid. At least I'm not the only one who thinks it's ridiculous.

"We just have to delay him from getting on the plane, and then he won't leave," Scott says, turning to Derek like he actually cares.

"If he wants to leave, he'll just catch another plane." Miss Martin says while pretending like she didn't care though she was actually contributing to the conversation.

"Then we could just kidnap him and convince him to stay," Scott says, almost yelling.

Everyone gave him a look at that dumbass answer.

"Uh, I'm not kidnapping Stiles. Why not just let him go? I mean, he's human. He's kinda useless anyway." Issac said, sounding bored.

Oh, if only they knew, that he was almost as strong, maybe even stronger than the huntress. I wanted to laugh so badly. But this is so funny why stop the fun.

Derek nodded his head.

" Because he's our friend . And Stiles is really smart. What are we gonna do without him?" Scott was yelling now, getting frustrated that he was the only one that cared.

Miss Martin is just as smart as me picking up what Scott was saying.

"So you don't want Stiles to leave because you want to use him because of how smart he is. I agree with Isaac, maybe we should just let him leave. I mean it's really his decision, in the end, we can't force him to do anything. He's almost as stubborn as you. Probably more so." She says, flipping her hair, no longer acting aloof.

"That's not what I was saying. We've been best bros for years. I don't want him to go. Anyway, where is he going to go? What's so great about wherever he was that he could just abandon everyone. You saw him today; he just transferred schools. And he says he's going to sell his house. Somethings wrong with him. You just can't see it because you guys weren't friends with him for as long as I was." Scott says, sitting back down.

I decided to speak up because I can't handle the idiocy for too long,

"Maybe he doesn't want to stay in the town that took both his parents from him. You do know his father died, right? Forcing him to stay here probably will make it worse in the long run." I say, putting my book down.

"I know his dad died, that's why I want him to stay. He needs to be around his family." Scott growls.

"But all the reasons you gave so far we're more for your benefit than him. If he says he needs to leave, shouldn't you just send him on as a friend, instead of making him probably feel like crap losing all his friends back home." I said, feeling bad for Stiles at this point.

The kids got it tough with this idiot as a friend. Or if you could even call it friendship at this point.

"You don't know anything, Stiles doesn't even like you," Scott says while glaring at apparently fed up.

Oh, how I want to say how Stiles trusts me more by telling me he is a Grimm, but where would the fun in that be? So I just silently smirk, which seems to irritate him more.

Derek is looking at me like he suspects something, but he won't ask if it doesn't concern him. I don't think you could really call this group a pack anymore.

"Fine! If none of you will help, I'll do it on my own." Scott says, leaving the loft.

Isaac leaves with him. And Miss Martin and the huntress don't stay long after that. I pick up my book again content with just continuing to enjoy the book I borrowed from Stiles' storage unit in peace.

"You're planning something again," Derek said matter of factly as he gets up and leaves too.

Well, he's not wrong. But I'm not exactly in charge of this plan. No, that's all, Stiles. The Grimm .