The breakfast pack

"You wanna know why I'm here?" Scott asks catching their attention. He clears his throat, "So, you guys know Issac right?"

"Lahey?" Stiles asks. He knew him. He helped him with English. The kid was skittish and jumpy. He was pretty sure he was being abused but every time he mentions it to his dad, the man just sighs. He had the house scouted before and found nothing.

Scott nods, "Well, he is a backup on the lacrosse team right? He is kinda small and jumpy so Jackson thought it would be funny to lock him in the showers. So once the team was done and Issac was the only open in the showers. Jackson shut the door, and I grabbed a lacrosse stick and shoved it in the handles and locked him in. Jackson ran but I stayed. I- h-he just screamed and cried. He screamed and screamed and I- I couldn't leave him. So when Coach came in he saw me and the door and Issac and I got detention."

It was silent and Scott started to tear up, "His screams sacred me and I- I can't get them out of my head. How do you apologize for something like that? How can I look at him in the face again? I have to see him for the rest of the year, and he will see me as the guy who locked him in the shower while he had a panic attack! And you wanna know what? I did it because my friends were doing it. We thought it was funny! Jackson just laughed when I told him. The other players chuckled and teased him for it and I just couldn't handle it. How can people be like that? I hate being like that! I don't want to anymore. Why can't I just think for myself and not do what the rest of the world is?"

"I think Im officially single now." Lydia says quietly. Then, after a beat of silence, "I can understand that. I mean, I'm kind of that way too. I think about what others think. I pretend to be stupid when I could be valedectorian if I wanted. I want to go to MIT, but Jackson and my friends are stupid and tease the smart people, so I thought it would be better to not be smart. I skipped school so I could go shopping with my friends. I missed a big test in McCleans class. She gave me detention."

"It seems you guys just dont like yourselves," Stiles says quietly.

"I don't like myself," Allison blurts.

"Why don't you like yourself?" Scott asks resting a hand on her shoulder.

"Because I'm just a problem child. My mom died in a car accident that I caused, and my dad hates me now. I can see why. I suck at school, I don't have friends and I am no help to anything. I mean we had to move because of me," She says with tears in her eyes.

"Sound like we would get along pretty good," Stiles says bitterly.

"I'm sure you guys are worth something," Scott tries to cheer them up, "I mean, Stiles, you are crazy smart, and Allison, you're good at archery!"

"I can name all the elements on the periodic table in a minuet," Lydia provides trying to lighten them up too.

"I can do 50 chin ups in seven minuets," Derek joins in.

Allison chuckles, "I can say every bad word in french."

"I can stitch up a laceration in under 5 minuets with my eyes closed. Only on animals so far though," Scott says his own little quirk.

"What can you do? What makes you weird Stiles?" Lydia asks.

Stiles chuckles, "You mean besides my entire being?" At her deadpan face he chuckles and puts up surrendering hands, "I can give weird facts about any topic."

"Prove it!" Scott says. The girls give a cheer in agreement.

"Give me a topic." Stiles says with a smirk.

"Pencils," Derek says.

"Before they made erasers people would use bread crumbs to erase pencil markings," Stiles recites.

"Toilets!" Scott says laughing.

"The cleanest public toilet is the first in the row since its less used. Not to say its actually any better than the others because, hey, its a public toilet, but it would be cleaner than the rest since no one likes to use the first toilet."

"You are so weird!" Lydia laughs and Stiles shrugs.

"Probably, but so are you," Stiles says a bit defensively.

"Like you would know," Lydia says. She was slightly caught off guard hearing the facts Stiles knew. He may be smarter than her in a different way but she was much more superior, and she would prove it.

Stiles chuckled, "Oh I know you. You have all the money, the looks, parents who love you and make sure you have enough money to afford your Hollister clothes, and eye liner of the week. You wake up, get a nice breakfast of eggs and bacon, if you eat it that is. Then off to school where you're worshipped because people fear you. But deep inside you are insecure and wish you could show off the brilliant, smart brain behind the beautiful face. You probably secretly read National Geographic instead of Vogue. But you hide yourself, just like the rest of us. Or at least the rest of you. I never pretended to be something I'm not. You all live lies. You pretend just to fit in but you're all miserable."

"You know I have feelings too right?" Lydia says with tears she wouldn't let fall and ruin her makeup.

"I don't doubt you do! But you can't expect someone who has been shat on by you and your 'friends' for years to actually care! Or to see anything but the beautiful cold ice you surround yourself with. You're just looking for pity. Again!" Stiles yells. accusatory.

"SHUT UP! You are just a nobody! You don't know anything but useless facts about random stuff. God you are so annoying! No one cares about you Stiles. You could leave and no one would care! Just go away!" Lydia shouts.

Stiles freezes and stares at her, "Oh right, no one would care if little old Stiles would disappear, but they would care if the queen of the school did right? Or the big time jocks Scott and Derek. If you guys didnt show up, a fucking search party would show up at your house! I like your shoes Lydia, are they gucci? Did you buy them Lydia? Or did your daddy and mommy? Did you work for those shoes? Or those earrings? Or that chanel bag? No! I bet they were a gift! You wanna know the last gift I got? It was a savings bond from my great grandmother! My father wasn't even home for my birthday! I didn't hear a single happy birthday Stiles. Not from anybody! So stop your crying Lydia because no one here wants to hear it! We all have something to cry over but you don't see us balling like babies."

"I hate you!" Lydia says with so much anger.

"Good," Stiles replies, wether he was actually happy about that, none of the others could tell.

"Do you really think that?" Allison asks Stiles.

"That everyone is sad? Yeah, life does that to people. It slowly kills your heart until you have nothing left," Stiles says with a quiet conviction that left a chill in the air.

"Who cares?" Lydia seethes.

Stiles looks at her with sad eyes, "I do."

Allison looks at him, "Me too."