A/N: I wanted to update so so so bad so heres another chapter. The pic above shows what Stiles' "tattoo" looks like.

   Almost immediately after Malia shows him her phone the bell rings, signaling him to leave to 5th period. Chemistry.

The rest of school was a Hell Hole. Stiles couldn't get his mind grasped around the fact that Derek. DEREK!! Was going to be the one taking him to Deaton's. All because his so called 'pack' was too busy with the full moon.

Sure Stiles understood, but part of him couldn't help but wonder to the conclusion that maybe having an ex-void, and now a weak human in the pack was just bad news. That maybe the pack didn't want him anymore.

Towards the end of 7th period, the last period of the day, Stiles tapped his fingers on the edge of his desk. Regretting the fact that he forgot to take his Adderall this morning.

His eyes wonder to the window where the normal everyday California sun was covered in dark clouds, and the pounding of rain on the windows and pavement outside was just enough to drown out the teacher talking.

"Stiles. Stiles. Stiles!?"

"STILINSKI!?"

Stiles jumps and looks towards the front of the classroom where Coach was standing.

"I asked you a question Stilinski." He says in an aggravated tone.

"Wh-what was the question again?" Asks Stiles, hoping he didn't miss anything important.

"Oh, it was: Are you paying attention back there Stilinski?!" He spits out the last part like a pissed off Viper.

"I am now." Stiles says back fidgeting with a pen in his hand.

Coach rolls his eyes and goes back to talking for only about 10 minutes until the bell cuts him off.

"Remember practice is cancelled!" Yells Coach after a few of the lacrosse players pass him in the doorway.

Stiles silently pumps his fist and walks out the door. When he gets to his locker he opens it. It opens with a creak and a piece of construction paper falls out. Stiles leans over and grabs the paper. Opening it up his jaw twitches in confusion. He rereads it a few times more before he feels a hand on his shoulder and a voice repeats what the note said.

"We need to talk," the voice said, "not here but now."

Stiles turns around to see Mason standing there.

"What the hell do you want?" Stiles snaps.

"Ok, ok, just chill." Mason replies putting his arms up. "I overheard the pack talking right after you left to 5th."

"Go on," says Stiles nodding his head in understandment.

"Theyaregoingtokickyouout."

"I did not catch a word you said there buddy." Says Stiles, "Slow down and say it again.

"After you snapped at Liam, the- Scott said he thought something was up," Mason takes a deep breath and continues, "he said you've been acting different since the Nogitsune, whatever that is, and he doesn't fully trust you." Mason looks at Stiles. "Stiles. They are going to kick you out."

Stiles swallows his anger and looks at his locker. Eyes full of rage. "Tell them I won't be at school tomorrow."

"What, why?"

"Just do it!" Stiles shouts grabbing his backpack filled with books and throwing it over his shoulder.

Mason nods quickly and sprints away, leaving Stiles to his own devices.

Stiles takes his fist and pounds the locker next to his and walks away. Little did he know what he left behind. Five neatly cut lines were imbedded in the metal, one for each finger. Or as Gerard once put it, each claw.

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Stiles was home a little later than usual. It had rained so much that it had blocked some of the road ways on his normal everyday route.

As Stiles pulls up to his house he runs a wheel over the curb, "Fuck!" He yells slamming the palm of his hand on the steering wheel.

Stiles puts the Jeep in its parking spot and walks in the house. A small sticky note was left on the kitchen counter.

'Working late again. Dinners in the fridge. Be home @12'

Stiles glances at his phone. Wow, the road problems really did cause a delay. '5:30' he read to himself pressing the messaging app and clicking Derek's number.

Stiles: When r u gonna pick me up?

Derek: what?

Well at least he answered faster than usual. Stiles thought to himself as he removed his flannel and replaced it with his signature red hoodie.

Stiles: Malia should have texted u saying u r taking me to Deatons tonight

Derek: Oh yeah. Haha sry I forgot, when do u want me to pick u up?

Stiles: Umm anytime now would be fine

Derek: Ok, be right over

Well that was easy. Thought Stiles, at least something would be semi-easy tonight. Since the whole fucking world was against him. Stiles decides to pass the time it would take Derek to get to the house by doing basically nothing.

He grabs a dark blue gatorade, don't ask what the flavor is because lets face it, we call it by its color not flavor, and sits on an old worn out leather seat. He looks at the wall as he waits for Derek to show up.

When he finally does show up he doesn't have to knock on the door for Stiles to know he was there. His Camaro's engine revved over the sound of rain until Stiles walked out of the house, gatorade in hand.

It was only 6:00PM but it would take 15 minutes to get there. Plus it wouldn't hurt to be early, right?

Stiles walks down off the porch and hesitantly gets in the passengers side.

Derek's nose automatically cringes and his eyes flicker from his forest green to ice cold blue.

"Dude you smell terrible." Derek says not moving the car an inch.

"I've been getting that a lot today."

Derek rolls his eyes a bit, "I mean like you don't smell like Stiles."

Stiles tilts his head.

"Far from it too." He adds.

"Ok?" Replies Stiles looking at the dash. "Can you just drive? I'd like to get to Deaton's so I can get home."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He says releasing the brake, "If you don't mind me asking, why do you need to go to Deaton's anyway?"

Stiles pulls down his shirt revealing the mark on his neck.

"What is that?"

"Why do you think I'm going to Deaton's?" Stiles asks sarcastically.

"Right." Mumbles Derek.

With that they pull out of the driveway, Stiles watching the sun slowly set as they make their way down the main road.

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By the time the sun has set, Derek pulls up to the clinic.

Stiles gets out of Derek's car and glances at the sky. You couldn't see the moon but Stiles felt  his eyes automatically move to one part in the sky. His veins pulsed with power, not that Stiles knew it was power, he felt something oddly fresh rush through his body.

He then looks back at Derek expecting him to leave, however Derek follows Stiles. Stiles doesn't object the wolf's odd behavior and walks inside pulling his red hoodie over his head to avoid the buckets being pored on him.

They are both met at the door by the calm veterinarian. "Hello Stiles," He glances at the former alpha, "and Derek." Deaton smiles and allows them inside.

The two follow him in and are guided into the main room. The spot where shit happened. It felt like yesterday that Stiles and Scott were in the same exact room. Stiles had a knife, and he stabbed his best friend. Stiles did that. And then he twisted it.

"Stiles? You ok?" Deaton asks.

No response.

"Stiles? You ok?" This time it's Derek who surprisingly speaks up from his seat on the side of the room.

Stiles snaps out of his staring contest with the edge of the table where he had Scott pinned.

"Yeah, fine." He nearly chokes on his alibi.

'I am so far from ok, ok? No definitely not. I feel like fucking shit! My best friend kicked me out of the pack, I killed my friends. And now I feel like I'm about to blow up for no fucking reason.'

Deaton nods, "So what did you want me to check  out?"

Stiles moves the collar of his hoodie and once again reveals the 'tattoo' on his neck.

"Ah, I see." Says Deaton tracing his finger delicately over the mark. "Fox."

"I'm sorry what?" Stiles asks.

"Well Stiles, the Nogitsune left this here."

"I figured," Interrupts Stiles.

"Yes, well, the Nogitsune is not so easily defeated. It's a miracle that you survived the bite Scott gave the Nogitsune to get rid of him."

Stiles nods and so does Derek.

"When the Nogitsune left you he left a visual mark on you to say he took you. It means fox." Deaton removes his hand from Stiles' neck. "I believe that's it though."

"Ok." Stiles says adjusting his hoodie, "Thank you."

"Not so fast Stiles." Says Deaton.

Stiles turns back, worried on what Deaton was going to say next.

"I believe you need to go home and get some sleep, you look tired. Tomorrow come and see me."

Stiles sighs in relief and walks out the door to Derek's car. Derek close behind.

"Wow, that only took 15ish minutes." States Derek as he sits in the drivers seat.

Stiles looks at the dash once again as the car comes to life, 6:30. They got there at 6:15 almost exact.

"Yeah."

Derek pulls out of the parking lot and turns on the radio.

Stiles covers his ears at the blaring sound of the stereo.

"Turn it down!" He almost yells.

"Dude! It's only at 15. That's literally nothing." Derek says giving Stiles a weird look.

Stiles turns it off anyways.

It only takes a few more minutes for the pain to hit him.

all of the sudden Stiles' head feels a bursting pain. He groans and Derek looks at him.

"Stiles you ok?"He asks.

"Pull over, I think i'm gonna puke." States Stiles grabbing the door of the car.

Derek immediately pulls over and Stiles opens the door and runs out, auto drive taking over. He doesn't know where he is running, but his feet sure do. Within a minute he is heaving next to a tree, hands on it's trunk.

Derek jumps out of the car as soon as Stiles sprints off, "STILES?!"

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A/N: Don't you just loooovvveee cliffhangers? :P . Don't forget to vote and comment, I love feedback!🖤 Also If this chapter gets 5 votes I'll update again!