Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Isaac, Ethan, Aiden, and Kira were sitting at the lunch table, discussing werewolf-pack stuff and whatnot. Since Stiles was the only one there who wasn’t a werewolf or any other supernatural thing, he usually just tuned out the conversation and pretended to listen, tapping his foot on the ground.

He hadn’t gotten lunch that day. for some reason he wasn’t really hungry. he was spacing out again when he heard the others arguing about something. he looks over worriedly as Scott slams his fists on the table, making Stiles flinch.

“I didn’t know that was going to happen!” Scott shouts.