The breakfast pack

The two walk down the halls in relative silence. Until they didn't. Because everyone knows Stiles doesn't do silence.

"So, why you in today?" He asks trying to make conversation.

Derek doesn't reply. He didn't see why he had to interact with the other kid just because he was in detention with him. He knew Stiles. Well didn't know him so much as saw him in the halls. He was a force to be reckoned with. He had a quick tongue, not many friends and was always getting in trouble. But most of the teachers liked him for some odd reason and he could keep up with Lydia, who he also noticed like to hide her true self.

He didn't understand why teenagers had to put on masks. It really doesn't matter what other students think of them because they would probably never see each other again after graduation.

"Okay, don't respond. I can talk for the both of us. I think I know why Scotts here. But I can't be too sure. Lydia was a total curve ball. How do people like her even get detention? I bet you probably skipped class or something. Maybe vandalized something. I have no idea about you. You are a mystery Derek Hale," Stiles finally finished as they made it to the cafeteria.

The two of them each grabber two milks and started back to the room.

"I wish I wasn't here," Lydia said quietly as she ate a small bag of pretzels.

"Got other plans today?" Scott antagonized with a roll of his eyes.

"Yes actually," Lydia responds making eye contact with him.

"I wish I wasn't here either," Allison said quietly.

"What would you rather be doing?" Scott asked curious.

"Anything but sitting down for eight hours," She replied with a dry smile. She could have been in the woods, shooting at a target and imagining a certain someone's face as her arrow hit its mark. She could be in her room in private.

"I guess I feel the same. I mean, I am missing the chance to practice for the big game Wednesday," Scott says standing and grabbing three sandwiches, four bags of chips, an apple and two bananas.

He quickly grabbed a peanut butter sandwich and another bag of chips, depositing them in front of Allison who blushed and thanked him.

"So you play Lacrosse?" She asks opening her chips.

"Yeah, I mean, that's kinda why I'm here. Coach doesn't want me to fuck up and not be able to play. And my mom doesn't need to be bothered with money if I don't get the scholarship for it," He says un-wrapping a sandwich and biting into it.

"How would you fuck up?" Allison asks curiously.

Scott shrugged not really answering her. Allison ignored the disappointment. He didn't owe her anything but she'd hoped he would open up to her. She didn't know why though. Don't get attached, she told herself as the door opened again and Stiles and Derek walked in dropping milk off at her and Scott's desk before getting their own food and sitting down.

"Is that all you're eating?" Stiles asked Lydia as he opened ghs own peanut butter sandwich. It was dry but with milk wasn't too bad. He noticed Derek had taken a ham sandwich and ate it fast, gulping down his milk in the process.

"I don't eat much. I have my smoothies every morning that keep me full most of the day,`` she replied with a nibble on her pretzel. She didn't have to explain anything to Stiles. Stiles was a nobody who she wouldn't have to even interact with again after today. That thought kept her from completely flipping her shit on him. He was just so annoying!

"Do you want my chips? They are plain so they don't have much sugar but you will get something besides just those pretzels. I doubt your hiding anything else in that tiny bag," He offered and she looked at the bag in his hands with distaste.

He gaze softened slightly when she saw the serious look on his face. He wasn't being ,ean or antagonizing her. He was honestly just offering up chips.

"I'm good," She replied slowly, "Thanks."

Stiles nodded and went back to eating. It was quiet until Stiles spoke again, thus time to Scott, "Damn dude, you eating all that?"

Scott give him a bitchface with a mouth full of food, and Stiles chuckles.

"What's it like being the sheriff's son?" Allison asked out of nowhere.

Stiles froze. He was not expecting that. Why would allison want to know? Allison was also silently questioning herself. She wasn't supposed to get attached to people, so why was she questioning about people's lives?

"Oh you know, the usual," He says and the four teens look at him as if to say 'no, we don't'. He rolled his eyes, "Silent house, most of my time used listening to the spare po-po radio, making myself dinner, eating alone."

"Your dad isn't home a lot?" Scott asked.

"Long shifts. It's not easy being sheriff, especially in Beacon Hills. Crazy shit happens everyday. My dad is busy," The other boy replied shrugging as if it didn't matter, but everyone could tell it did.

"Is that why you attack my relationship with my family?" Lydia asks, "Because you don't have a good one?"

"I didn't attack your 'relationship' with your family. You asked a question and I answered it."

"Lot of good that did. All it did was make people pissed at you."

"Well that makes two of us because you're pissing me off as well."

"You're just angry that since your mom died your dad ignores you."

"Oh, I'm not angry about that. I'd honestly prefer he ignores me than be the drunk he was when she first left."

"And what was so bad about that? He got drunk, at least he didn't hit you."

"He didn't no. But he never really did forgive himself for what my mom did."

"Your mom hit you?" Scott asked horrified.

"No. She did worse," Stiles whispered.

"I don't believe you," Lydia says crossing her arms.

"You don't believe me?" Stiles eyes hardened. He didn't want to talk about this but she was the one who brought it up yet again.

"No," She says with her nose in the air.

"Fine, what about this when?" He said standing and lifting his shirt to show a large scar running from his bottom rib to his hip, "This is what happens when someone believes you're evil. They try to cut it out of you."

Allison looked horrified at the ugly scar. Scott looked down not meeting Stiles face, though he was watching Lydia. At least she had the decency to look guilty. He put his shirt down and kicked the desk. He picked up a chair and threw it back on the ground. He stomped to the window and opened it to get fresh air.

The room was left in an uncomfortable silence.

"I-" Lydia stopped herself from saying what she wanted to. She didn't know Stiles. She never wanted to. They were a part of different social groups. She didn't concern herself with others that were below her. Stiles was right about that…

"It's whatever. Just don't go around telling people. They don't need another thing to look at me differently. You shouldn't have even known. But I won't accept someone who doesn't know me to call me a liar," Stiles replied from the window.