Old Friends Meet Again [Stiles]

Stiles was in so much trouble when he got home. During Econ, coach Finstock had decided to pick on him of all people, despite the sullen look on his face that would have made most overlook him. Now that he thought about it, perhaps that had been his way of looking out for the teen. The brunet had been far too quiet in that class and never turning in his work, or if he did it was days late and often done wrong. Finstock hadn't done it in the best matter whatsoever, however, and had all but called Stiles out on his lack of homework being turned in. Instead of calmly making up yet another excuse, he had lashed out at the man, grabbed his bag, and made his way out of the class. Not even bothering to look back to the look of disapproval that was probably in Scott's eyes or the disbelief that would no doubt be on everyone else's.

He was so goddamn tired of being picked on, even if it that one had been his own fault. The office was bound to call his father and alert him of the incident. Then he would have yet another argument with him that would probably leave him without his car. It's not like he couldn't walk to school but his car was still his car. As he made his way out through the double doors, he realized that leaving campus was a lot easier than he thought. With no cameras and no one to stop him, he got into his jeep and drove off. The grumble of his normally dormant stomach, reminded him that he hadn't eaten since lunch...the day before. Slipping his left hand down the wheel, he clicked the turn signal and made his way to the outskirts of town.

Fifteen minutes of driving turned into ten minutes of waiting for his order. He had thought about eating there but with his horrible lack of social skills, he knew he would end up sticking out like a sore thumb. He was already known as the sheriff's trouble making son in their small town, no one needed to know how seriously fucked up he was. Leaning back on the nearby wall, he waited patiently for his name to be called. People were starting to trickle in and he was so glad he had made it before the lunch rush.

His thinking was interrupted by a blonde girl standing near him, that he hadn't even seen come in, uttering his name. He really needed to pay more attention to his surroundings. Her tone was almost questioning if he truly was himself and instead of grumbling or leaving, he turned to look her in the eye. “Yeah?” Did he know her from somewhere? She didn't look like any of the teens that crowded the halls of Beacon Hills. “Who's asking?”

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She was pretty, really pretty. How did she know who he was? He was so puzzled and perplexed that someone like her would know him. Then it hit him. Those eyes were so unforgettable, how had he not realized before. “Oh shit, no, wait. I do remember you.” They had been so young and in such a dark time she had been one of the only good things he had. She had been his only other friend besides Scott. Scott was a good buddy and all but Ariel had understood what he was going through, or had seemed like it.

“It's just...after my mom passed, I tried to forget about that point of my life.” Then one day, she was just gone. He had tried to pretend that he had imagined it all, even more so when his mom passed away not too long after. It had seemed easier to pretend she had just been a figment of his imagination. “You look...good.” He lifted his left hand and ran it through his hair.

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He couldn't believe the same girl that had played with him in the hospital, was the blonde before him. She had really grown up well, perhaps on par with Lydia on accounts of physical beauty. He had always had a thing for colored eyes and oh my god he was becoming creepy again. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on anything else. Like the rather abrasive guy who looked like he was seconds from leaving. The Diner wasn't built to seat so many people, perhaps it was time to expand. They were doing well enough with business.

“What?” He placed his hands inside the jacket Peter had lent him a few weeks ago. He really needed to go return it but it fit him so well and every time he went over, he conveniently forgot it in the back of his closet. “Oh, um yeah. Gotta study for those SAT's.” He laughed awkwardly, hoping for a change of subject soon. There was no need to bring her in the loop on everything that had happened.

After a second or two his name was called and he excused himself to grab his lunch. They placed some ketchup in his bag, despite his refusal. So he just thanked the woman and made his way back to Ariel. “How have you been?” A lot could happen in a year and here she was, back in town after about 8. Even if they didn't become as close as before, he wanted to know what she had been up to.

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So she hadn’t been in town for too long, that was good. It meant she had yet to meet any of his furry friends or their enemies. He wondered where exactly she was living now but brushed past it. There was no point in even asking. He wasn’t about to rekindle his friendship with her when he had already managed to push away the people closest to him. Besides, her returning couldn’t be a good thing. No one ever came back for a positive reason, and he was almost too afraid to ask her why she had come back to town. Key word being almost.

“Not to sound rude or anything, but what made you guys come back?” The paper bag in his hands rustled as he involuntarily clenched, preparing to hear her reasoning. It was sad that things had come to this. Familiar faces resurfacing and his automatic reaction being that they were up to nothing good. Yet, he always had some matter of information to back up his reasoning, even if others didn’t see it. Like with the resurfacing of Morgan. Him returning now was definitely not good.

No one just woke up and decided that it was time to try and reconcile with estranged family. Not without an ulterior motive. It was just a matter of time before he slipped and Stiles would get the information he needed. Peter was also waiting in the proverbial sidelines to help him. He was just a phone call away. “I know if I got away from here, I wouldn’t look back.”

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He felt more at ease that her return really seemed to be just a coincidence. He didn’t think he would be able to stand if another person he knew turned out to be involved with the supernatural world. It was enough that he had had to tell his dad about the things that go bump in the night. His old man probably still went to bed wishing that everything was how it used to be. Stiles knew he did that sometimes, so it was safe to assume his father would do the same. Still, something light up inside him, like if she was withholding something. He would normally have brushed it away but his gut had proven him right countless times. If asked, his doubt would not be brought up, but his board would have another name written on it once he retired home.

“My mom died here.” Why beat around the bush? She would no doubt stop questioning him if he hit her with the loss of his mother. Most times people just heard “oh I lost someone” and would fight to change the subject. No one wanted to deal with an emotional conversation. He was one of them. “Why would I want to return to a place that holds nothing but bad memories for me?” His mother wasn’t the only memory he was looking to get away from. But she didn’t need to know that.

Rather than what for her to change the topic, he decided to play cop and investigate her a little himself. “Have you enrolled to Beacon Hills High yet?” It would be good to know if she was going to go to the same high school as him. That would help keep a closer eye on her and to get her out of harms way if it was ever needed.

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