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“Stiles, do you have any condoms? I have a date with Allison tonight and we have plans for the entire weekend. I didn't had the time to buy a new box.” Scott said in the middle of the locker room after Lacrosse practice.
Stiles looked at him, astounded. It was impossible that Scott forgot the Marvel special event at the theatre, the one that they waited for a month for, the one Stiles dropped class for, had detention for, waited in line for hours for the tickets for. Scott rummaged in Stiles’ locker like he owned it and took the condom box.
“Thanks man, you’re a true friend! See ya' Monday, got to get to work at Deaton's”
Stiles was slowly beginning to belive it, he was ditched again for Allison. Stiles wasn't jealous that Scott had a girlfriend, not at all, he understood that Scott wanted to spend time with her.
But Scott had promised to come with him for this event and Stiles was hurt that Scott forgot.
After packing his things, he noticed that Scott left his gear, his towel, and all of his stuff on the ground, as usual.
“Stilinski, don't you dare to clean up McCall’s mess again! You are not his buttler! McCall knows the rules! Leave it, I will talk to him. Now get out of here! It’s Friday. Go do whatever teens do on Fridays!” said Coach when Stiles was just about touching Scott’s towel.
Coach’s words washed over Stiles like a cold bucket of water. Those words hit him hard, because they were true.
“See you on Monday,” mumbled Stiles leaving the locker room, with an absent look.
Stiles sat between Jackson and Danny on the bench outside the school. Danny was waiting for his bus, with Jackson keeping him company.
“Hello Sunshine.” Stiles said to Danny with bright smile, not paying any attention on the blond bully.
“Hi?” Replied the Hawaiian.
“Do have you something planned this weekend”
“Hey! Who do you ...” Jackson started.
“Shut it, blondie. I'm talking to Danny!” he snapped at Jackson, before focusing his attention on the Hawaiian again.
The comment was shocking enough to make Jackson quiet: it was the first time that Stiles fought back against him.
“Not really...” replied the Danny, not sure on what the other teen was up to since Stiles was usually unpredicatble, and his rebuke of Jackson.
“Perfect! Here, that's for you!” Stiles shoved the small envelope into Danny’s hands. “Enjoy it! You can bring blondie with you if you want! I promise, not a joke, they are real! See you Monday.”
Stiles left the group before any could reply.