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Stiles' fingers were drumming on the steering wheel as the music softly played throughout the Jeep. His eyes were focused on the road in front of him, the humming of the Jeep mixing with the music. He felt fine, felt better after everything. It still lingered, everything that happened, but he had the pack, he had his friends, so it'll be fine.

Well maybe they were kinda quiet around him, but he didn't look much into it, they're all going through the same thing, right?

As the Jeep comes to a stop in front of the building, he puts it in park and steps out. Just as he steps into the building, something settles in his stomach, and he stops in his tracks. Stiles didn't know why he started to feel like this, why is something suddenly telling him to turn around and go somewhere, not home, but somewhere else.

He knew why he felt like not going home, because of his father, the older male had been quiet towards him lately, and it threw Stiles off but he ignored it.

Also ignoring the feeling in his gut, he slid his keys into his pocket and started to walk up the stairs, toward the loft.

✾ ❝ 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 ❞ ❅

Stiles was conversing with Lydia, but even so, he could see how distant she was. She barely paid attention to what he was saying, and when she would smile, it wouldn't reach her eyes like it normally does. Now that's not the only thing, the other thing is how he felt like the pack's eyes were on him, it made his skin crawl as if they were watching him, studying his every move.

He's probably paranoid over nothing.

As time passed and it's midnight, everyone was scattered around the loft. Earlier on he had noticed a pack member missing, Liam. Liam was always usually by his side or Scott's, his more so than the latter. He had questioned where Liam was, but Scott just answered with a quick "he wasn't feeling good". Stiles had picked up on the sharp tone and dismissive look.

It wasn't until 12:30, that the uneasiness he was feeling finally made sense.

Here he was, standing in front of the pack, all of their eyes looking at him, holding this sense of relief as Derek started to talk.

"We need to talk, Stiles."

For once since knowing Derek, the male actually looks like he's about to be sick. It was at that moment, the moment that Derek looked up and locked eyes with him, that he knew what's happening.

Just by his scent change, everyone knew that he picked up on what was going on. Scott went to go talk, tried to calm the human down before he talked, but it was too late.

Stiles bit the inside of his cheek, he felt tears sting his eyes, his chest grew tight as his heart dropped as everything made sense. The distance, the fake smiles, the quick and short replies, the dismissive looks. He swallowed the lump in his throat, it felt painful, his mouth felt dry and his palms felt sweaty. He also felt the way his head started to ache just by the thought.

"When?" Is all he asks, his voice comes out sharp and quick as if he's trying to not lose his mind. Every were in the room had to suppress the grimace when the scent of sourness wafted off Stiles. Stiles looks around the room, his eyes looking over the pack, people he thought he trusted, people he cared for. Then his eyes stopped on Derek, looking at the older male for answers, knowing that he wasn't one to beat around the bush.

Even so, Derek even looked sick, as if he was fighting something else to say. Instead, he clenches his jaw, schools his expression, and looks up at Stiles with annoyed green eyes.

"After we freed you from the Nogitsune." He answers, his voice is also sharp, but it was more hateful than usual. "We don't need someone like you in the pack. After the Nogitsune, the pack has been wary of you, and felt like they were stepping around glass. We all had a meeting without you, and we all agreed."

Then Scott stepped up, his face blank of emotion, Stiles' tear-filled eyes looked at the person he once called a brother. "We also realized that you being a human is dangerous for us. You're in the way most of the time, you run into danger which has one of us saving you. We don't need that, it's for our safety."

"Bullshit!" Stiles finally speaks, a tear slipping from his left eye as his head shook in disbelief. "Don't you dare use "for our safety" on me! Just say that you don't fucking trust me, just say you hate me and that you're kicking me out of the pack!" He yells, looking around the room, but now no one dared to make eye contact with me.

"All of you have the nerve to say I'm useless! To say I'm dangerous to the pack! When you're all just a bunch of fucking idiots! I get in the way? You see how that sounds, right? Because it's all bullshit, you act like I'm the only one, but let me guess, since I'm human, my mess-ups are only noticeable?!"

"Stiles that's not-"

"No, Scott! That's exactly what you're saying! You're basically telling me that since I don't have claws or fangs or a tail or a fucking sense of people dying, that I'm nothing! But look at it this way, Lydia has been a mess, she was sent to Tichen because of Theo! Mind you, the fucking bastard I stated that was evil, multiple times! But hey since he's a fucking abomination that can protect himself, he's still allowed in the pack. Or when Jackson was being controlled? No one is saying anything about that! If anything, it was just like me being possessed, it wasn't under my control. So that makes me believe that all of this, all of this is bullshit! Maybe you all wanted me out of the pack since day one, but now you have something to blame it on." He took a deep breath, his hand shooting up to wipe at his eyes. His chest was heaving as his breathing picked up.

"Stiles-"

"Don't even, Derek!" Stiles shouts, his eyes looking around, how dare they look sad and hurt as if they're the ones being kicked out. "Listen here, instead of being pussies, you should've told me this sooner. Then again, none of you are smart enough to get information for shit, so you used me on top of all that. To be completely honest, this is all funny, I'm not even going to fight about this. You're kicking me out, congratulations. I'm telling you this right now, if I so much as see any of you on my damn front lawn, I'm taking my father's gun and shooting you. That goes for being close to me in public too, don't come near me, don't ask me for research, and don't even try to fix all of this when you all feel guilty, because from now on you're all dead to me." Stiles picks up his flannel and rushes out of the room, his feet moving on their own.

He didn't bother to look back as he ran, he just ran. He didn't know why, but the sudden urge to run into the woods took over, and he followed it.

Stiles cursed himself when he realized that he had left his phone inside the Jeep, so he couldn't tell the time. Maybe it was a bad idea to go into the woods at night because right now he was currently lost. He quickly slid the flannel on and hugged himself. It wasn't necessarily cold, just a little chilly, and he didn't know where he was going.

He didn't have heightened senses to hear anything or see or smell, so he was just wandering around aimlessly. It was ironic really, because he's been in these woods on multiple occasions, yet he's somehow lost. Tears were coating his face, as he held back sobs, his face was cold and he just felt off. His chest was too damn tight, yet he didn't feel a panic attack rising.

As the wind blows, a shiver runs down his spine. He quickly turns around, his stomach churning as his eyes look aimlessly at the dead of night.

"Fucking hell Stiles, awesome, you're now lost in the woods, fucking idiot." He huffs out, he goes to turn around and walk, but his foot is getting caught on something and he's falling to the ground.

He quickly turns on his ass, his eyes widening when he comes face to face with the Nemeton, well face to stump. This has his heart beating in his ears, his body running cold as he just stares at the tree stump. He couldn't speak, his mouth was dry and his body was frozen.

It was as if the Nemeton was staring back, the moonlight was shining down on it, giving it this glow that didn't sit right with Stiles. Yet, he finds himself moving towards it, probably out of curiosity or perhaps it was fear, but his hand slowly rose and moved forward.

Just as his fingertips touched the cold wood, he felt his stomach flip and his head suddenly pound as his eyes were unfocused and he stumbled back dizzy. His eyes snapped shut as his hand shot up to try and ease the sudden migraine.

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It's been a month since Stiles arrived at Riverdale. In that month, he has been trying to get a sense of how he ended up here, of how the Nemeton had the ability of teleportation. That night, it was like a blur, he remembers the pack kicking him out and the crying and the Nemeton, but that's it.

Considering when he woke the next morning in a cabin inside the woods, he chalked it up to blacking out when he was teleported. Another thing was the year, he didn't know exactly what time he's in, but he knows it isn't 2014 anymore.

He was currently getting ready to look around town, and his first thought was going to the school, why? Maybe he can find anything there. He can easily go to the police station or something, but if he's learning from his past, he'll rather get answers on his own and try to fit in.

The cabin he had woken up in was most definitely abandoned, at first he was afraid that he was trespassing, but no one ever came here, so he kinda just took shelter in it. Now he was lucky he had money in his wallet, it was also convenient that he had a check from Peter. It was something the older wolf left him when he had left Beacon Hills.

Stiles never cashed it, well because he felt like he didn't deserve it, but as of right now, he needed money so the check came in handy. For some reason, it was as if Peter knew he would need it for something like this, the older male always had a way for stuff like this.

Stiles steps out the cabin and he looks down at his outfit, it was different from his go to style. He was wearing a red shirt, that he believed looked pretty damn good on him, red tight pants, the store owner said he would look nice in, and a pair of all black converse. Now he normally didn't wear just one color of clothing, but for some reason, he felt the urge to wear all red.

He felt pretty damn good in the color too. He couldn't help the memory of Peter calling him little red, he had made a comment on how it didn't make sense, but Peter went on explaining how he was in a pack full wolves, so he was like little red riding hood and the pack of wolves.

A sad smile forms on his face, maybe he did miss some things. It's been a month since the whole thing, and since he hasn't really thought of Beacon Hills, you know because of the whole trying to figure out how he ended up in a whole town in a whole different decade, the 1950s to be exact. He only missed two people, that being Peter and Liam. He kinda missed his dad, but he's pretty damn sure that Noah won't be missing him.

With a sigh and straightening his posture, Stiles' head looks up before he starts to walk. He was on a mission, to scope out this town more and see what he's dealing with.

✾ ❝ 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 ❞ ❅

Stiles didn't know why he felt nervous, well he did know why, because he's currently stepping into a highshool that he doesn't know and by what he can tell, everyone has a staring problem. Stiles felt out of place, which made since, even though he was still just trying to wrap his head around everything.

As he continued his trek down the hall, looking for the main office, he saw a group of kids standing by a locker. He noticed a redhead first, he looked like a normal average jock, with the school's jersey, his posture and just overall douchey. Beside him stood a blonde girl who was wearing a blue long sleeve and black pants. Another girl, from where he's standing, it looks like her hair was black as she wore a maroon colored dress and guy with a hat and a black leather jacket was there too.

"You."

His attention was quickly brought from the four he was staring at, to the sudden voice. His eyes widens when he saw a girl with long red hair, she was wearing a tight red one piece with a bright red lipstick. Stiles' jaw basically dropped to the floor as she stopped in front of him.

"Jesus, you're beautiful." He couldn't help but blurt out. What? It was the truth and she was really beautiful.

It looked like that threw the girl off as what she was about to say died out in her throat, a perfectly plucked eyebrow rose as she looked at Stiles. Her brown eyes that reminded Stiles of ember racked over him. She reminded him of Lydia, but if anything, it was just the hair color.

"Really?" It sounded like more of a question from the girl, but her tone was unwavering and assessing. Stiles also noticed that there were more eyes on him now than there was before.

He looks around before he gulps, and he did what he does best, rant.

"Yes, you're like beautiful and hot at the same time. Now, I know that it's bad to just blurt those things out, but can you blame me? You're literally stunning, hair flawless, eyes mesmerizing, body snatched, outfit perfect. If anything, you're like this royalty and I should be bowing down to you. Should I bow down to you? Because in all honesty, you kinda scare me, not that you don't look nice, it's just that when really attractive people like you come up to me, I tend to get intimidated and rant like I'm doing right now. I should stop, yeah I'm going to shut up now." Stiles' snaps his mouth close, biting his tongue to stop himself from speaking.

His face heats up in embarrassment, he heard whispers and snickers, and he knew it was about him. It was obvious that the girl in front of him was the queen bee of this school, if the posse behind her and all the looks was to go by it.

The girl clicked her tongue, her eyes moving up and down Stiles' body. "You know, here, I own the color red." She spoke steadily.

Stiles' eyes widen, he finally understood why there were so many eyes on them. His head snapped down at himself, looking at his outfit. "Oh god." Then he looks back up at the girl, his eyes wide and filled with fear. "Ah shit, I definitely, like, totally offended you, didn't I? Ah shit, I can see how this looks. I want you to know, that I did not mean to do this. I'm kinda new to this town and well, I kinda just felt like wearing red today and oh my god I'm rambling again, forgive me. Should I leave? I should leave, should I?"

What surprises Stiles is when the girl's hand shoots out and grabs his wrist. Her perfectly red lips curing up in a smile, it almost looking predatory. "Huh, maybe you can actually own the color red."

By the way whispers suddenly erupted throughout the halls, told Stiles that this was something new. His eyes widen as the girl then stepped forward and hooked her arm with his.

"I'm Cheryl, it isn't everyday someone can win me over so easily and fast." She grins at him, but for some reason, Stiles knew she didn't mean it in a flirty way.

"S-Stiles, and thank you?"

"Mm, Stiles, it's quite odd, but you're cute so it's fine."

Stiles blushes as he just stares wide eyes at the girl beside him, did he just befriend who could possibly be the queen bee of this school? He couldn't speak, her beauty was making his brain short circuit.

"So, since you're new, that means you'll need a guide." Cheryl starts, her lips setting in a soft smile. "Now, while I show you around, maybe we can get to know each other."

"I-I-"

"Awesome, consider us friends." Cheryl winks at him before she starts to pull him towards the main office.

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About a week has passed and let's just say that Stiles kinda felt right in Riverdale. If it wasn't for Cheryl, Stiles would've been closed off, hanging in the shadows. She was actually really nice, some people seemed to fear her, but Stiles understood why. She did remember him of Lydia a lot, but they were obvious differences.

Cheryl also didn't mind Stiles' wearing red, which he quickly found out that was some type of honor to have. It was fast that his favorite color became red, everything he wears now has something red in it, and well Cheryl approves of it all.

They were currently in the school's lounge, well Stiles kinda felt awkward seeing that he was still new to everything and still very much confused about everything. He tried to ignore it though, maybe he was giving up too soon, or maybe he didn't want to do it anymore, but he stopped trying to figure out why he ended up here. Even though it's been a month and a couple of days, Stiles didn't want to go back.

He knew that this peacefulness won't last long, everything comes to an end, but he couldn't help but feel at place here. Cheryl sure as hell made it feel like he belonged here. She was amazing, a great person in Stiles' eyes, he was glad they were friends, her words not his.

"So, where are you exactly from?" A girl, one of Cheryl's friends, asks Stiles. That's another thing, Cheryl's posse seemed to warm up to him too, but Stiles guessed it was because of Cheryl.

He felt at place with them, they had a lot in common to be fair. Stiles had found out that Cheryl was a nerd for comics, but she made sure he won't tell anyone.

"A place far from here, trust me, it's not worth knowing." Stiles chuckles, he moved his hand but Cheryl grabbed it with a firm grip.

"Stop moving your hand."

"Sorry." He apologizes, he looks at the girl who was painting his finger nails. He didn't complain, the color Cheryl had chosen was surprisingly white, but there was a red design. He didn't really complain, he doesn't see anything wrong with painted nails, it isn't that big of a deal. A hey, Cheryl is scary when you say no to her.

"Stiles, are you, like single?" Another girl asks, her hand coming up to run over Stiles' shoulder.

Stiles chuckles nervously, blushing at the touch but he moved out of her reach. "Yeah, I am, but I'm not looking to date."

"Oh, so you just have sex and leave after?" The girl asks with a grin.

"Eh, not really, I just don't want to date right now." He smiles softly at her, hoping she got the hint.

"Oh come on, you'll like it."

Cheryl, who had finished with Stiles' hands looks up at the girl. "Kenzie, that's enough, learn how to take a hint." She says bluntly, her tone sharp.

Kenzie just scoffed, gathering her stuff and leaving.

Stiles chuckles nervously, noticing how the other group of girls left also. He looked down at his hands, actually liking how the nails came out. "You know, I've never understood why men are so hellbent on painted nails."

"Masculinity, they think every little thing will make them weak." Cheryl shrugs as she fixes her hair.

Stiles looks at her, an eyebrow raising. "Tell me, are you into girls?" He asks curiously.

Cheryl looks at him with a raised brow. "And if I am? Is there a problem?"

Stiles' hands shot up in surrender. "W-what? God no, I was just curious. It's just that I've noticed guys looking at you in a way, and you never really batted an eye to them."

"Well, to clear a few things up, one it's because I'm gay and two because I have a girlfriend." Cheryl clarified, Stiles nodded as he licked his lip and the redhead looks at him, her eyes screaming curiosity. "What about you? And don't lie, because no straight man will let me paint their nails or hang out with a group of females without at least hitting on one."

Stiles lets out a surprised chuckle, enjoying her bluntness. "Well I'm bisexual, but lately I've been preferring guys more than girls."

"Mm, you don't seem to be ashamed to talk about it in public." She points out which only grows Stiles confused.

"Why would I be?" Stiles asks with a head tilt.

"Well considering we're living in the 50s, and considering that there's a lot of things people judge, you seem to not care." Cheryl states easily.

Stiles nods with a huff, his hand coming up to run at his neck in a sheepish manner. "Well my mom, before she passed, had told me to never pay attention to what other people think, and well I never really cared to begin with. I'm who I am, I like the same gender, I don't mind my nails getting painted, hell I'll even wear a dress if I wanted to, it's my body and my choice, no one really has a say on what I can and can't do with my own life." He looks at the girl in front of him, only to see her grinning at him. "What?"

"Yeah, it's official, we're best friends. I like you, Stiles. A refresher from everything that I've been through." She says genuinely.

Before Stiles can respond, a voice cuts him off.

"Who do you like? Are you cheating on me?"

Stiles snaps his head towards the voice, seeing a girl with long curly brown hair with pink highlights, a black lace like top on with waist length jeans and boots. She had this scowl on her face as she looked at Stiles.

Stiles' eyes widen, again feeling intimidated under the girl's gaze. His head fell down, adverting his gaze.

"Toni, stop scaring him." Cheryl chuckles out.

Stiles looks up and he watches the girl sit in Cheryl's lap and pull her in a kiss. So this is her girlfriend. Just by looking at her, she can see how pretty she is, kinda has this dark, intimidating look to her.

They pull away and the girl turns her head to Stiles, this time her eyes were softer but it still held a guard to them.

"So you're the infamous Stiles? You know your name is all around the school." Toni raised a brow.

"Really? I never thought I'll be the talk of something." Stiles states honestly, clearly surprised that his name was getting thrown around, most likely about him befriending the Cheryl Blossom.

"Well I mean, you are kinda cute, and you did befriend Cheryl Blossom on the first of you being here." Toni points out, she then notices the male's painted nails that matched his outfit. He was wearing a white shirt with a red and black flannel over it, black pants with a pair of converse on. "Wow, and you let her do your nails, you're her dream come true."

Stiles chuckles out, he noticed he's been doing that a lot lately. "Heh, well, when Cheryl is the only one that welcomed me here, I tend to be grateful."

"Oh, I'm just not one to pass out on a good opportunity, you're funny and nice to be around. Hence you being my best friend, we also have a lot in common." Cheryl says with a grin.

"Yeah, we do." Stiles smiles at her.

Toni looks between her girlfriend and Stiles, then she breaks into a grin. "Oh god, did you see her comic book collection?"

Cheryl gasps as her hand flies up to slap at Toni's shoulder. "Not too loud, people might hear you."

The girl laughs as Stiles lets out a chuckle.

"Well I didn't know she had a collection, but we talked about them before." Stiles answers, he felt like he was being a burden, bothering the two. They looked like they wanted privacy, and he felt like he wasn't giving them it. He knew it was stupid to think about, but he cleared his throat and stood up. "I believe I have gym next, so I'll see you later?"

The two girls looks up at him, their faces falling that he had to leave so suddenly. "Awe, okay, well it was nice meeting you. We so need to get to know each other, you seem fun." Toni smiles at him.

"It was nice meeting you too, and I'll love that." Stiles smiles, he was about to turn around when Cheryl's voice stops him.

"After school, meet us here, there's this diner that I want to take you to." She spoke.

Stiles looks at her and nods with a small smiles. "Yeah, okay, I'll see you later." He sent them a wave before he jogged out the room.

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Stiles looks down at the gym uniform, it was a pair of black shorts with white lines on the sides and a white shirt with yellow sleeves. Now he wouldn't have a problem with it, but the shorts are a little too short for his liking, but yet he couldn't help but think if his butt looks good in them. His head snaps up, blushing at his own thoughts.

He quickly notices that the gym was full of guys, all wearing the same outfit. Yet they didn't seem to care that their asscheeks could fall out at any given moment. He scoffs at his idiocy, of course the shorts are not that short, he's just being dramatic.

"New kid! Name!"

As on instinct, Stiles snaps his head towards the coach, his mind remembering Coach Finstock. Dumbly, he raises a hand and points at himself with a confused look.

"Yes I'm talking to you! Who else will I be talking to! Now, give me your name."

"Stiles Gajos." Stiles' eyes widen as his mother's last name just slips past his lips with ease, he felt his chest tighten at the thought. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat, it's just a last name, it's not the serious. Yet, he couldn't help but feel something at how easily it came out, like he didn't even second guess it to us his mother's surname.

"Right, Gajos you'll be on Andrews team." The coach orders.

Stiles was still a little caught off guard by himself, but he looks up only to see the same redhead he has seen a week ago. The one that looks like a douche. By the looks of it, how everyone is scattered around, it looks like they're playing dodge ball.

The redhead sends him a small smile as he waves him over.

Stiles, still feeling weirded out by the recents events that just happened, made his way towards the guy. Noticing some other kids taking position behind them.

The redhead smiles widely at Stiles, almost looking like a grin. "You're the new kid that everyone's talking about, I'm Archie."

Well he didn't sound douchey, then again Jackson didn't sound douchey in 4th grade. So with a tight lipped smile, Stiles grabs ahold of Archie's hand. "Stiles." They shake hands before letting go.

"You're so going down, Andrews!"

Stiles, along with Archie looks at the person who yelled. Stiles heard the sigh leave the redhead's lips. The guy was about 6'1 in height, only reason Stiles knows that is because Isaac was also 6'1, and well Stiles sorta had a crush on him for a little. Anyways, the guy has on the same uniform as everyone else, and by the way his shirt hugged his body and the way his thighs look muscular tells Stiles everything. This dude was a massive douche, he wouldn't be surprised if he was also an arrogant asshole.

"Let me guess, arrogant asshole?" Stiles mutters out, catching Archie by surprise.

The latter looks at the brunette with wide eyes before he lets out a scoff, knowing how spot on he is. "You can say that, Reggie Mantle, kinda an asshole to everyone."

Stiles nods as he clicks his tongue. "Right, so it's official, we're beating him."

Archie looks at Stiles with wide eyes, surprised at the hostility. His eyes that looked nearly gold under the gym's light, held a spark in them as he basically shot daggers at Reggie. Archie felt his chest grow tight as his stomach felt off. He gulped, suddenly concerned at the sudden feeling. However, he couldn't really think it through because the coach blew his whistle, signaling that the match had started.

About 15 minutes in, Stiles and Archie were left on their team as Reggie and about three other people were left on the opposite team.

Stiles was coated in a thick layer of sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead as he dodged the balls. Maybe all that training Allison had forced him to do, actually paid off for something. It didn't even bother him to think of Allison anymore, it just made pride fill his chest, knowing that Allison is probably cheering him on for actually putting the training to use.

"Take this!" A kid on the opposing team shouts.

Stiles snaps his head towards the kid, and as they throw the ball, Stiles easily catches it, but he felt off. His head snapped to his other side, noticing two guys aiming at him. He felt his blood pump in his ear as they launched the balls towards him. As he rushed towards the incoming objects, he felt as if everything slowed down as he spun around grabbed both balls and launched them back. As the balls came in contact with the two kids, they let out a surprised noise as the ball impacted their chest, sending them to the floor.

Then Stiles picks up the ball he dropped and threw the ball at the last kid, leaving Reggie alone.

Archie stares at the scene in shocked, then his snaps his head to Stiles. "Holy shit, you really want to win."

"My mother didn't raise a loser." Stiles quips, sending a glance towards Archie with a smirk.

Reggie, obviously hating how his team got taken out so easily, decided to result in something different. His eyes fell upon Stiles' hands, noticing his painted nails. Bingo. A smirk forms on his face, as he takes a stance.

"Ha! Don't tell me that you paint your nails!" He says rather loudly, catching everyone's attention.

Archie looks at Stiles, to indeed see his nails painted, but he didn't see anything wrong with it.

Stiles stood up straight, a ball in hand as he raises a brow at Reggie. "What's wrong with them? Did I chip them?" As he asks the question, he raises his free hand, inspecting it, but they looked intact. "No, I didn't, so what's the problem?"

Reggie obviously didn't expect such nonchalance from the new kid, but he pushes his shock to the side as he lets out a scoff. "The problem is that you're a guy, and you have your nails painted. Let me guess, did Cheryl paint them for you?" He mocks.

Stiles just looks at him, his head tilting to the side as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. "Matter of fact, she did, why? Do you like them? I can ask her to paint yours." He knew what he was doing, and it seems to work as he noticed Reggie clench his jaw.

"As if I'll let some chick paint my nails." Reggie scoffs out.

"Why wouldn't you? She's pretty good at it, or is it because you're scared." The gym got quiet at that, everyone looking at the new kid with wide eyes.

Reggie narrows his eyes at Stiles, his teeth grinding. So it worked, Stiles got under his skin. Said male just grins as his eyes fill with mischief.

"Don't tell me that you're scared of some nail polish." He chuckles out. What, Reggie started it so he's going to end it. "Oh, so you are? Listen, I don't care that you're straight or whatever, but don't project that energy onto me, Kay." He clicks his tongue.

Anger bubbles inside Reggie, he grips the ball in his hand before he takes a stance, chucking the ball with all his might. Stiles saw it coming, so he quickly side stepped the ball and quickly, he turns around and throws his ball.

His eyes were trained on the red rubber ball, but it looked like Reggie was going to dodge it. Stiles clenched his jaw, as Reggie steps to the side, Stiles' fists clenches and his eyes darted to the taller male, all his mind was set on was to get the dickhead out. It seemed like the ball followed his eyes and slammed right into Reggie's chest with so much power that it sent the male flying to the floor.

Stiles stands there, his eyes nearly falling out as he stares at the ball that bounces some before rolling away. That wasn't normal, hell no, what the hell was that? Reggie was a good feet away from the ball, yet it still hit him?

Stiles looks at Archie as on instinct, only to see the male looking at him with wide eyes. As their team started to cheer, Stiles took the chance to rush out, his mind running with what just happened.

✾ ❝ 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 ❞ ❅

Stiles was currently sat at the diner Cheryl and Toni took him to, but he was zoned out. His hand in his mouth as he chewed on his nails and his legs bouncing up and down. His mind was still on what happened at school earlier, he wasn't stupid, he saw how the ball moved on its own, as it was following his thoughts.

Cheryl and Toni looks at each other, the former knowing something was wrong. You might be surprised, but over the week Cheryl has basically learned everything about Stiles, so she knew something was on his mind.

"Stiles? Are you okay?" She asks, and was kinda surprised when said male snaps his head up at her with a this wide eyes, a frantic look on his face.

"What if I suddenly moved something with my mind? That sounds crazy, right?" He just blurts out, his brain running a mile a minute.

Cheryl and Toni looks at each other, their eyes widening as they took in what he just said. It was if they were communicating through their eyes, before Cheryl lets out a sigh and turns to Stiles.

"You'll be surprised."