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I fumbled into Lydia's living room from the side door, pushing my way through a crowd of drunken teens. I looked around for anyone I knew before I saw Scott and Allison in the corner talking. Once I knew I was near someone I knew, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and made the call.
"911, what is your emergency?"
My bottom lip quavered, but I couldn't form words.
"Hello?" The operator tried again but I still couldn't make a sound, I noticed Scott's ears perking up and he dashed towards me from the other side of the room.
"One moment, we'll track the location of your call and send help."
My phone is snatched from my hands and Scott gapes at me.
"Stiles, what the hell did you do?!"
Today was the first day of second semester junior year, it had been a week since Lydia's new years party.
AKA, a week since any of my friends had really talked to me.
I was already regretting going to school as I pulled into the parking lot, but I knew faking sick would just make things worse. Besides, these were my friends; they'd have to forgive me eventually, right?
I took a deep breath and made my way out of my baby blue jeep, and slowly sauntered into school, the second I walked in, all eyes were on me.
"I mean what else could you expect from the sheriffs kid?"
"What a freak, had to ruin everyone else's night."
"It's his fault Brandon got busted."
The whispers followed me down the hall as I made it to my locker, wishing I were invisible as I entered my combination and grabbed my books for first period.
Once I had my books I maneuvered through the sea of people, getting shoved a few times.
"Asshole."
"Loser."
Finally I spotted who I was looking for, he was leaning against his locker, and laughing at something Allison said. Thankfully Lydia wasn't near them, she had made it pretty clear via text that she wanted me to stay away from her.
I cumbersomely stood in front of them, not sure what to say.
"Oh, uh, hey Stiles." Scott awkwardly greeted me while Allison just rolled her eyes at me. Oh, I didn't know Allison was done with me too. I mean, I guess it makes sense that she would take Lydia's side on this.
"I'll see you later Scott." Allison declared pointedly, and left.
"Look, Stiles…what you did was…not cool, man… and I-I mean you can't blame Allison for being mad. It was kind of a dick move, Lydia got in trouble, and that guy she liked was arrested for dealing drugs. I mean I get that you were jealous, but to have a guy arrested because of it?"
My jaw dropped, I wanted to shout at him, tell him that I didn't want Brandon to get arrested. That he's not the reason I called the cops, but all I could muster was a "no-wait-" as I shook my head frantically.
"Look Stiles, just, hang back for a bit, okay? I think they just need some space from you until this all cools over." He awkwardly patted my back and followed in the direction Allison had stormed off to.
I stood there for a moment in shock. I really shouldn't have been shocked, I mean, everyone hates me now. Why would Scott be an exception?
Well, at lease it's not permanent, maybe space is the right answer.
Someone shoves my books from my arms, breaking my thoughts; I get down to pick them up when someone kicks one of them to the other side of the hall.
I had become popular overnight, but not the Lydia Martin type of popular where everyone worships you.
No I was popular in the sense that everyone knew what I had done.
And everyone was mad at me for it.
I was now labeled as the squealer, the boy who "called his daddy" because he couldn't "handle a big kids party".
To say school was hell would be an understatement, I couldn't go three feet without being shoved into a wall, and spent lunch alone in the library, making sure I sat near the front desk just so I could go an hour without being harassed.
I knew Lydia was pissed at me, and assumed my other friends would be awkward around me since they wouldn't want to take sides (which they all did by the way, and it was Lydia's), but I hadn't imagined the entire school to be in such an uproar.
I'm pretty sure half the people picking on me don't even know what I did, just know that they need to bully me to fit in.
My only hope was that this would blow over eventually, I mean it's high school, sooner or later there will be another scandal and I'll be invisible again. And hopefully I'll have my friends back too.
I made it back to my jeep (which was unharmed, thank God) and sped home, never wanting to leave the comfort of my bed again.
When I got home I quickly finished my homework, not much since it was the beginning of the semester, and logged onto facebook, immediately regretting that decision.
My wall was completely covered in the same taunts I had heard throughout the day.
"selfish asshole
"freak"
"what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"its your fault Brandons in jail"
"go kill yourself"
The list went on and I didn't even hesitate when I deleted my account, wishing it would be that easy to delete the comments in real life.
What a great beginning to the New Year.