Mentoring Program [Liam]

It was a bit of a weak handshake and Stiles didn't know if it was because the kid simply didn't know how to do it properly or if he was wary of him. “Yeah that's me.” He took his hand back and rested it behind his neck, rubbing it lightly at the awkward tension. It was rare for Stiles to meet new people, let alone a freshman that seemed like he had barely gone through puberty.

Biology was a class he had passed with no difficulty so the uneasy feeling dissipated from his stomach. He would just need to make sure to take his adderall before meeting with Liam so he could remain focused while he explained how the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell. “You wanna just spit it out?” He was genuinely confused. All he had been told was the kid's name and his grade, nothing more and nothing less. Something about wanting the kids to form some bond with one another as they learned about each other by spending time together.

Did he have some learning deficiency or impediment like dyslexia? Stiles had never dealt with someone like that but he was all up for the challenge. “Did you bring your textbook?

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Was the kid a wolf? Because if he was, Stiles was going to have to move towns. The werewolves were multiplying like bunnies at this point with every other kid he ended up bumping into turning out to be a child of the moon. Activating the nemeton kept proving to be one of the worst decisions he and Scott had ever made, even though it saved their parents.

“...alright? Is it dyslexia? I haven't worked with anyone that has it but I'm willing to put in the extra time if you want.” The kid seemed more nervous with each passing second. Maybe it would be best if they just got started on the work and went from there. “Oh man, this book looks like it's seen better years.” If he remembered correctly he still had his copy at home. It had his notes written along the sides. The same notes that had made his dad pay the school enough money to buy another copy because they didn't appreciate him writing in it.

“Take a seat.” He motioned to the chair. He wondered if he had some homework or a project that was the first thing he needed to get done. “Is there anything specifically that you don't understand?”

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“I.E.D. Where have I heard that before?” Stiles was sure he had probably read about it somewhere during his late night research hours. It was only a matter of rereading some of the information so he could recall the rest. However the way the kid was talking about it made it seem like the subject was almost taboo. He knew that feeling. Having been ostracized while growing up because of his ADHD. Then again he had made it a habit of not letting his weirdness affect the way he felt about himself.

“That's fine, dude. It's what I'm here for.” To provide an equal partnership where he would be there to lend a hand and help out whenever the kid needed it. “Mine's no better honestly.” Even though his own markings were notes and what not. The library still saw damage as damage, even if his notes made more sense then half the crap the textbooks had written on the inside.

He took the page Liam handed him. A quick glance let him know all he needed to know. It wasn't so much the actual work he had trouble with, it was the actual subject. Maybe it was the long words, which honestly even he had some issues with, or it could be just the subject matter. “Maybe if we tried drawing out the process, it might make things easier for you.” He pulled his notebook out of his bag and placed it on the table. “Once we actually figure this stuff out, we can take another look at the paper. You'll find that once you understand this, the worksheet will be that much easier.”

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“We don't need to talk about it if you don't want to dude.” He didn't want to make the kid uncomfortable. They needed to establish a bond between them, something similar to brothers, or whatever. The paper he had glanced at hadn't been very specific but he knew Liam had to trust him and he had to do the same. Plus, if he wanted to find out more on it, he had a perfectly good laptop back at home and countless hours of free time.

His ADHD was hard to keep a lid on and when he had been younger, the doctors had pumped pills into him like crazy. Luckily, he held full control of his dosages now and could decide to go days without taking it if he saw it fit. A yawn escaped his lips as he stretched to the sky, his shirt riding up a bit on his stomach. A quick tug put it back into place and as he glanced quickly to Liam, he saw that the kid was paying close attention to it. Before he had a chance to question him about the intense gazing, Liam asked him about lacrosse. “Um, yeah. I have since my freshman year. Our school is really well known for our lacrosse team. My buddy Scott is the captain.”

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