Chapter Text
Stiles found himself standing in front of the mirror a little longer than usual on this particular morning. A few days ago he had started breaking out. It wasn’t a big deal, he was used to the outbreaks once in a blue moon, but his face looked like it wasn’t getting any better.
If anything, it was getting worse. He ran a wet hand though his now semi long hair and with a sigh he was on his way out of the house.
He opened the passenger door and took a seat in Scotts car, oh how times had changed.
“hey buddy” Scott greeted with a smile. Stiles gave him an nod and shut the door behind him. “so you ready for today?” Scott added lingering in unsureness. “more than you, thats for sure” Stiles replied playfully. Then they drove off to the last day of school.
-
“Scott! Stiles! Over here!” Allison yelled from across the parking lot waving a hand.
Beside her where Isaac, Lydia and Jackson waiting for them to catch up. “hey boys.” Lydia says once they are at close range.
“Everyone ready?” she adds and looks up and stairs at the door of the school. Everyone nods simultaneously and heads up the steps to the last day of hell.
-
The day went as expected, sining year books, giving hugs to everyone, watching girls cry and watching couples either making out or breaking up. Stiles didn’t have to worry about that, surprisingly today he was happy to be single, even though most days he was thinking that he was gonna die a virgin.
Lunch came around and the group joined up again, this time danny included.
“Your turn” Danny said passing his yearbook to stiles and taking his form his hands. “ Since its the last day and all, I have to ask.” stiles said smirking. “you never did tell me, am” “yes you are attractive to gay guys” danny cut him off and shook his head smiling.
“not with that zit face you arent” jackson said teasing.
“thank you jackson for your kind words” Stiles felt a little smaller in his seat. “You just have to watch what you eat” Isaac said piking up a handful of fries and shoving them in his mouth. “look who is talking” stiles said as he picked at his salad, its not like the though hadn’t gone through his head.
-
The last two hours went by really slow for stiles, he felt uneasy and restless. Yes, he had ADD, but he had learned to handle it to the point that he had cut down to less than half of his medication dose.
This, this was something else.
An uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, and pain in his forehead like something was ripping through his cranium. Nothing that a tylenol can’t fix, or so he thought.
-
Finally the awaited hour came around and everyone lingered for an extra 30 minutes after the bell to leave had rung. A few more goodbyes where said and that was that. They were all officially high school graduates.
“what do we do now?”Scott said a little bored and looking as unmotivated as he did every Monday. “what is there to do on a Monday in this town?” Allison asked.
“nothing, there is nothing to do in this town on the weekdays. Im kinda wishing for something supernatural to pop out so we can get some distraction.” Stiles said, half joking on the supernatural. Because he indeed wanted a distraction.
“Don’t jinx it. I like not having to worry about people dying.” scott scowled.
“we can alway go to the lake and hand around. The day is nice and i’m sure Derek won’t mind the company.” Isaac suggested.
Everyone smiled a him like he had hit the jackpot. “besides pack meeting tonight.” he added.
“Alright, i’m gonna head home and pick up some clothing and check in with dad so I’ll meet you guys there in about an hour” Stiles said and headed to his car waving a hand goodbye at the group. Everyone else split up to drive up to dereks.
-
“DAAAAD!” Stiles yelled as he walked through the front door. He was greeted with the empty sound of the the house and wooing of the A/C. He sighed and threw his bag on the couch in the living room and made his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He found a note from his dad on the fridge.
“Happy last day of school!
I’ll be out late tonight, the station is helping with a case in the south county, so make dinner for one. And stay out of trouble. I’ll be really busy so don’t call me unless its important. But you can still text me.
Again, stay out of trouble.
Love, Dad.”
He smiled at the note and set in down on the kitchen top and made his way to his room to pick out some swim wear and extra change of clothes. Not that he needed them, but usually on pack meeting nights he ended up, one way or another, sleeping over at Dereks house.
He had even shared the bed with him on multiple occasions when the rest of the pack stayed as well. There had even been cuddling. But he wasn’t gonna tell anyone about it and he was pretty sure derek would go to the grave with this secret.
The last year in their relationship had been a weird one. A good weird that is. Derek for one learned how to communicate more that one word sentences, and stiles, well he tried not to get on his nerve so much.
They saved each others lives on a constant basis, and derek had even shared some of his life with stiles that one time they were trapped and they thought they were gonna die for sure.
Stiles really didn’t know what to call their relationship. The amount of flirting that happened between him and derek was ridiculous, but both were too chicken to do anything about it. Even though both obviously knew how the other one felt.
-
Stiles had everything ready to head out the door when the brain splitting head ache kicked in again, this time it came with a hatchet, his vision went blurry and then, nothing. Five minutes later Stiles woke up feeling disoriented on the floor of his room.
The first thing he did was bring his hand up to his face. At this action, he came to the realization that there was a large mass on his forehead. Stiles ran to the bathroom mirror and looked, the rest of his skin looked better in comparison to a few hours prior, but there was a large, very large thing (for lack of a better word) that had taken place on his forehead.
-
“EMERGENCY!!! EMERGENCY!!! COME TO MY OUSE NOW! ALONE!” Stiles scream into his phone with scott at the other end. “Is everything ok? Are you hurt? What is it?” Scott replies attentively and worry pouring in his words. “Nothing life threatening. Just come. A-L-O-N-E.” Stiles emphasizes “best friend emergency.” Stiles adds.
He hadn’t called out a best friend emergency since junior year when a girl convinced Stiles to go skinny dipping with her in the school swimming pool and she had ran with his clothes leaving only his cellphone and shoes behind.
Scott had to give Stiles his gym clothes to wear the rest of the day.
“okay, okay. I’ll be over in a minute.” Scott said rapidly and hanging up on him. Fifteen minutes later scott was at his window.
“dude what…” Scott almost fell back at the sight. He grasped on to the window ledge and pulled back into stiles room inspecting stiles carefully. “what is that?” Scott asked amazed.
“fuck if I know! I got a head ache and passed out, then I woke up with this on my head!” Stiles replied frantically pointing at the blob/horn/thing striking out from his forehead. “thats the biggest zit I’ve ever seen!” Scott said with wide eyes.
“its not a fucking zit. I tried to pop it and nothing. And I tried to stick a needle in it to see if it would pop and it won’t go in to my skin, think you could rip it off with your claw?” Stiles asked hopefully. “I could… try, I mean. Are you sure?” His face scrunched. “yes i’m sure” Stiles said without thinking.
Scotts claws were out in a second and …… nothing. Scott tried again, this time with not just one nail. All he did was move stiles head to the side. “what the fuck is that, my claws just bounce off!” Scott exclaimed even more surprised.
“you think im cursed?” Stiles asked looking more stressed than before. “Could be, we should go to deaton. Or maybe see if Lydia can help.” Scot suggested
“no, no, no, no, no, no lydia. I’ll go to deaton tomorrow. You go back and have fun. i’m gonna google-fu this bitch.” Stiles said pushing stiles towards the window. “Don’t tell anyone” Stiles adds pushing scott out the window.
Stiles put a hat on and sat on the computer to try and figure out what was wrong with him.
-
Stiles was woken up by a painful hit on the head, then he proceeded to fall from his chair. He laid on the floor looking up at a very grumpy Derek. “you didn’t come.” Derek pouted.
“I had…. A little predicament.” Stiles said getting up and facing away. Derek place a hand on his shoulder and stiles let out a sigh. “ everything ok?” Derek asked.
“yeah.” Stiles said, derek caught the irregularity in his heart. “ Stiles.” Derek repeated raisin his voice gradually. He turned the young man around from his shoulder. A little squeak escaped him. Dereks eyes immediately moved to the exact place stiles was trying to hide.
“what is this?” Derek said pointing at the bulge in his head hidden beneath the hat. Derek reached out and stiles took a step back to dodge. A small growl escaped dereks throat, then he reached to stiles again. This time he didn’t move.
“i…” Stiles cut himself and shied away from dereks sight. “I don’t know what happening to me” Stiles said looking down at his feet. Derek got in his personal space and with his hand on stiles chin, he guided him til their eyes met. “looks like a severe case of acne.” derek joked. “what ever this is, we’ll figure it out.” Derek smiled. That gave stiles the courage to not go down a spiral of depression. Stiles smiled back.