Capítulo 14: Chapter 14:
FROM SOURWOLF: Gerard. He trained Kate. Don't take any risks.
TO SOURWOLF: Got it.
"Hey," Erica Reyes whispered. Stiles jolted a bit, looking up at her. "What happened with you and McCall?"
"How do you know about that?" Stiles whispered back.
Erica shrugged. "Everyone knows you've been avoiding each other. Plus, I saw Scott go after you when you came in today."
"We had a falling out."
"You guys haven't fought like this since sixth grade." She tilted her head a bit.
Stiles shrugged. "Scott was the only one there after my mom died. We only had each other. Fighting like this didn't really make sense." Erica frowned but didn't say anything else since the teacher was glaring at them.
After class, she grabbed his arm. "You know, we wanted to be there for you, right? Especially after you got held back and were in classes with us," she said, bitterly. "Scott told us you wanted space before you came back and then it was like you were avoiding us." Her heartbeat stayed steady. She was telling the truth.
Stiles gulped back a growl. "Scott told me that you and Boyd were the ones making fun of me."
Erica's eyes got wide. "Never," she breathed. Stiles looked at where Scott had been sitting, glaring at him for most of the class. He prayed that his anger didn't trigger his magic. Or his eyes. "Stiles?"
"We should talk later," Stiles managed. Thankfully, it didn't sound like a growl. "I'll see you at lunch." Then Stiles started walking. Part of him was itching to seek out Derek, to find comfort in his Alpha, but he held himself back and settled into his seat in history. He couldn't stop himself from taking Isaac's wrist when he sat down.
"Um, Stiles?" Isaac said with a frown. Stiles immediately let go but was calmer than he had been. It took him a second to realize why.
"Fuck," Stiles muttered. He ran a hand over his face. "Sorry."
"It's fine. I guess. Are you okay?" Isaac raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. I just found out that my best friend of the past ten years was actively keeping me from having any other friends and still abandoned me the moment things weren't good for me. So, I'm a little frustrated." He gestured to Isaac's wrist, keeping himself from reaching for it again. "That helped."
"How?"
"It's scent marking. You smell like Pack, and that helps. I guess. I'm making most of this up with very little actual research on it. Cause hunters just want us dead and we don't really feel comfortable putting any kind of information that could be used against us where hunters can find it. Nobody's making a pamphlet on this crap."
"I thought I wasn't Pack."
"Not officially. My instincts don't really care about that though," Stiles muttered with a shrug. Isaac had a small smile on his face as he sat back in his seat.
"I don't mind, you know," he whispered, just loud enough that Stiles heard him. Stiles grinned at him while the teacher tried to get everyone's attention. When lunch came, Isaac and Erica sat down on either side of him. Stiles leaned into Isaac a little. Werewolves were apparently tactile as crap because just the little bit of contact he got from Isaac was better at calming and focusing him than any of the other things he had tried so far. Erica gave them a weird look but didn't say anything about it. Isaac, on the other hand, smelled amused. The asshole.
"So about earlier," Erica started. "Did you really think that Boyd and I were part of the rumor mill?" She glanced back at where Boyd was sitting alone at his table.
Stiles shrugged, shifting away from Isaac again before it could look too weird. "I used to believe anything Scott told me. I used to trust him."
"Used to?"
"I told you we had a falling out." Stiles shrugged again and turned his attention to his food. "You know, even though I thought you guys didn't want to be friends anymore, I didn't stop paying attention, right? I still cared. I just thought you didn't."
"We did," Erica affirmed. She looked at the other human at the table. "It's Isaac, right?" Isaac nodded. "How'd you end up with Stilinski?"
"He took an interest in me. I had nothing to do with it," Isaac smirked. Stiles rolled his eyes.
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