The breakfast pack

Harris left them to their own devices again after the restroom break. The teens all sat in their same seats, more rested and slightly restless.

Stiles stood and walked around the room. He glanced at everything and touched even more. He was handling a jar filled with a suspicious green liquid that strengthened his resolve that his chemistry teacher was a lizard monster. I mean, what hell even was this stuff? And more importantly, what is it doing in a classroom?

"Its acid actually. Usually used in science experiments involving erosion of another substance. He used it last year in that lab with chlorine and eggs," Lydia responded surprising Stiles. He hadn't known he had spoken aloud.

"Still seems fishy," He says putting it back.

"And how would you know what's fishy and what's not?" Allison asks smartly. Stiles was starting to like her more and more. She was a spitfire with the face of a Disney princess.

Stiles grinned at her and pointed at himself, "Sheriff's son. I kinda know."

Allison snorts a laugh rolling her eyes. She was starting to warm up to Stiles too. He was a loudmouth but he meant well. The only time she had seen him actually do something beside be sarcastic was when he was arguing back to Lydia. He had easily gotten angry. She wondered what the history was there.

"So, Allison, want to go to a party tonight?" Lydia asks the other girl suddenly.

"Uh," Allison didn't know what to say. She didn't actually have any friends here and she wasn't sure she would be welcome at a party.

"Come on, it'll be fun. Beer pong, games and dancing. Lydia's group throws the best parties," Scott tries to convince her. He really wanted her to go because he wanted to get to know her more, and not in a school setting. Especially detention.

"Hey can I come too? I'm down to boogie," Stiles says sitting in the seat directly between Lydia and Allison. There was an empty seat between him and each girl. A safe distance he decides.

Lydia's face closed up, "Uh, no. You are most definitely not welcome. Who wants the sheriffs kid at a high school party? You'll just snitch!"

Stiles threw his head back with a loud laugh, "Oh, yeah, not like I don't do things I know a sheriff's son shouldn't be doing. You think I'm like, some secret spy?"

"So, you gonna come or what?" Lydia asks Allison, ignoring Stiles presence. He didn't all that mind.

"Probably not," Allison conceded, she looked down and sighed, "My dad is pretty disappointed in me at the moment. I don't think he is gonna let me out of his sight for a while."

"That sucks," Scott responded.

"At least you are getting to spend time with your dad?" Stiles tries to cheer her up with a weak smile.

"Yeah," Allison replied and the subject was dropped.

There was a snort behind the teens and they all turned to look at Derek who had lounged backward and was watching them with one perfectly raised eyebrow. Daring them to say something.

Stiles had no self preservation, "What's so funny Hale?"

Derek shook his head and looked out the window.

Stiles got angry for some reason. "Spending time with your family shouldn't be something to laugh at. You should know this more than all of us."

Scott gasped silently and Derek's face turned to Stiles and he legitimately growled at him. Teeth and sneer and all. Lydia rolled her eyes and said something like 'drama queens'. Allison had no idea what Stiles meant, but it must have shook Derek because he rested his head on his crossed arms, not looking at any of them. She wondered what happened there too. This was the curse of being the new girl again. She was always clueless, but the moment she started to get to know peoples stories she up and leave again. There was no point in getting attached.

"Family. What makes up a family? Blood?" Lydia asks vaguely casing the three teens to look at her.

"Family is people you feel comfortable with. You should be able to be the real you," Scott replied.

"What if you're not comfortable with your blood?" Allison asks quietly.

"I think everyone has that problem," Stiles says absently, "I mean, Who are you truly comfortable with? Your boyfriend? Your parents? Your friends? No. You are never truly comfortable unless you're comfortable with yourself."

"Speaking from experience there?" Scott asks with a raised eyebrow and Stiles shrugs in reply.

"I mean, you sound stupid if you say your comfortable with your parents. You wouldn't want them to know where you hide your porn or if you wanted to quit lacrosse knowing that they are proud of you for that," Stiles says.

"I don't think my dads comfortable with me," Allison says quietly again looking at the ceiling.

"I don't think my mom is truly comfortable with me anymore either," Scott says as well.

Stiles rolls his eyes, "You guys are just feeling sorry for yourself."

Scott and Allison glare at him and Lydia smacks him. They all stare at her. Her face was shadowed, "If they don't feel sorry for themselves then who's going to for them? You? You should have more respect for others peoples pain."

Stiles touches his cheek, the skin warm to his hand. Damn that girl could hit hard, "I wasn't saying they shouldn't feel sorry for themselves. I'm just saying that's what they were doing."

"You should be more sympathetic. Not everyone's life is sunshine and rainbows like you mentioned earlier," She said stiffly.

"More sympathetic? I know that life's not sunshine and rainbows bitch," Stiles growls at her.

"Hey guys, come on," Scott tries to defect the tension that was filling the room.

"Oh shut up," Lydia sneers at Stiles.

"Please, you say I should be more sympathetic, but you're every parent's unconscious wet dream Lydia Martin," Stiles sneers back licking his dry lips.

"I'm not," Lydia defends. But Stiles doesn't truly believe that.

"Oh right, because being the most popular girl in school, future valedictorian, perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect everything, makes you so unworthy," He bites out.

Lydia flinches at his tone, "I'm not perfect."

Stiles snorts, "Could have fooled me. My dad would love a child like you."

"And whose problem is that?" She responds.

"His I guess," Stiles shrugs again, "He's the one left with a worthless, useless kid who means nothing to anyone but him right?"

"You say that like its a bad thing," Scott says causing Lydia and Stiles to look at him.

"It is when you know you fail him," Sties replies blank faced.

"Oh boo hoo," they hear Derek say from the back making them all glare at him. He just looks back blankly with that god-damn raised eyebrow.

"Wow, okay ass-hole," Stiles turns to Lydia, "Talking to me about being sympathetic towards others."

"You were being an asshole," She states and Stiles blanches.

"And he's not?!"

"He's just giving you a piece of your own medicine," Scott responds instead of the popular girl.

"Wow, way to hit below the belt Scotty," Stiles says defeated. He quickly stands up, "I don't have to take this shit from you guys. I was just being honest, but if you can take it, that's your problem."

He quickly went to the back of the room. He started taking text books off the shelf, looking through them before throwing them behind him to the ground with loud bangs every book. He wouldn't destroy school property, but he was agitated and needed to vent somehow.

"How does one become a chemistry teacher?" He asks unconsciously. Not looking away from the book he was thrifting through. None of the other teens answered him. They had honestly each gotten use to Stiles ramblings and decided it wasn't worth responding. The boy would just piss them off. "I mean, not that I'd want to be a chemistry teacher. I'm more into the FBI, government agent kind-of-thing, but still. What the hell led to Harris of all people deciding he wants to be surrounded by hormonal horny teens for the rest of his life? Must be a nightmare."

"When is lunch," Scott groaned wishing for Stiles to stop talking and so they can eat. The clock said 11:30, Lunch should be like- now.

"That's clocks 10 minuets fast bro," Stiles snickered at the other teens miserable groans and starts whistling some tune.

Stiles had made his way back to his desk when he heard the sound of a door opening and not two minutes after he had sat down, Harris threw the door open.

"Okay you little shits, Lunch time," the teacher says rolling a cart with simple cold lunches the school provides to those who don't want to go to the cafeteria.

"Sorry Sir, but there is no way I am eating that filth. I brought my own lunch," Lydia says pulling a simple bag from her purse. It didn't look big enough to put a sandwich in let alone a whole lunch.

"Fine. You each can get a lunch," Harris says with a roll of his eyes.

"What about drinks? Did you bring some milk?" Stiles asks looking at the cart and noticing only wrapped up ham or peanut butter sandwiches and plain sun-chips. The occasional fruit that look too old to eat added on the side.

"Yeah, I'm really thirsty," Scott says.

"I don't do well dehydrated," Allison adds.

"Trust me Harris, you do not want to see a girl dehydrated. You saw what happened to Erica last year. We do not need a repeat," Stiles commented with a shit eating grin.

"What happened to Ms. Reyes was not dehydration, Stilinski," Harris says before looking around the group. "Hale, Martin. You two go get some milk from the Cafeteria. No funny business, am I clear?"

Lydia's face pinched, "I don't want to go, I already have my sparkling water, I don't need milk."

"Who the hell drinks sparkling water?" Stiles asks getting a shrug from Scott and Allison.

"Stilinski! Go with Hale to get the milk. And if I hear anything going on I will bust some heads you hear me?" Harris warns.

"Like listening through water, Sir," Stiles says standing up and walking to the door waiting for Derek to follow.