DEAD MAN!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
leave me the hell alone, stilinski.

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ECON WAS ALWAYS A JOURNEY WHEN BOBBY FINSTOCK WAS YOUR TEACHER. The man can get carried away a bit too much, but sometimes that made things interesting so Adrian wasn't complaining much.

Ever since Coach warned him of his grades and being benched, Adrian made note to pay extra attention in his class. He wanted to prove to Coach that he was passionate about lacrosse, that this meant everything to him. "Let's go! Sit, sit, sit, sit!" He yelled to everyone. "We've got a lot of cover today. Let's go."

Scott sat down in the middle of class, Adrian sitting next to him. Stiles seemed to be going in Adrian's direction when Scott spoke. "Hey, Stiles. Sit behind me, dude."

Stiles understood and quickly grabbed his bag to sit down only to be beat by Allison, who smiled sweetly. Stiles silently apologised before sitting behind Adrian.

Adrian wasn't getting the big 'stay away from Allison' deal. If she makes Scott happy, she makes Scott happy. Why should he have to run away just because of who he is? Why can't he spend time with her whenever he feels like it? Why can't two people just love each other without there being consequences?!

Adrian quickly shut his mind up when the situation sounded a lot similar to his own. Instead, he engaged himself into Coach's class . . . while also listening to Scott and Allison's conversation.

"Hey, I haven't seen you all day." Allison smiles.

"Uh, yeah." Scott nodded, no one being convinced by his act. "I've been super busy."

"When are you gonna get your phone fixed?" She asked curiously. "I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you." Adrian couldn't help but feel bad for the girl. All she wanted was to spend time with her boyfriend.

"Uh, soon. Real soon." Scott mumbled, not meeting her eyes.

"I changed lab partners, by the way." She grinned, Adrian getting a pretty good clue as to what she was going to say next.

Scott wasn't getting the picture. "To who?"

Allison looked at him with an obvious look. "To you, dummy." Adrian focused his attention back to Coach, Allison and Scott only reminding him of his own love problems.

Coach slammed a book down on his desk, gaining everyone's attention. "Let's settle down." He scanned the classroom, looking for anyone who was out of line to pick on. "Lets start with a quick summary of last night's reading. Greenberg, put your hand down." Finstock groaned. "Everybody knows you did the reading. How about . . ."

Adrian looked down at his desk, by now knowing that making eye contact would end up in getting called on. This time, he was lucky. "McCall."

"What?" Scott's clueless voice made Adrian pray for him. He wasn't even listening, and Coach Finstock would make him pay for it.

"The reading." Coach reminded him as he sat down on his desk.

"Last night's reading?"

"How about the reading of The Gettysburg Address?" Coach teased, many laughing. Adrian didn't, his feelings too sympathetic towards the young boy; who looked confused. "That was sarcasm. You familiar with the term 'sarcasm', McCall?"

"Very." Scott looked behind him to Stiles, who could not have worn a prouder grin in that moment. Adrian smiled at him.

"Did you do the reading or not?" Coach asked him, preparing to go in for the kill.

"Um . . ." There was no way of getting out of it, and Scott knew that. He had to come clean. "I think I forgot." Bad choice of words. Adrian thought.

"Nice work, McCall." Coach rumbled. "It's not like you're averaging a 'D' in this class. Come on, buddy." He was now stood right in front of Scott's desk, staring widely at him. "You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a 'D'."

Adrian heard Stiles shuffling behind him. When the redhead looked behind him, Stiles raised Coach's phone for him to see Scott's heart rate levels increasing as the teacher continued.

"How about you summarise the previous night's reading?" Scott was silent. "No? How about the night before that?! How about you summarise anything you've ever read in your entire life?"

Adrian could hear the heartbeat monitor rising, but was too nervous to look behind him to see what level it was at. Coach didn't notice this though, so he went on. "No? A blog? How about . . . how about the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults-only warning from your favourite website you visit every night?" Adrian raised his eyebrows at that last one. "Anything?"

Scott stayed silent, shaking his head while looking down at his desk. The monitor wouldn't stop beating, alarming Adrian and Stiles. "Thank you, McCall, thank you! thank you, McCall!" Coach slammed his palms down on the desk. "Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs."

Adrian froze when the monitor began to decrease its beeps, meaning Scott was calming down. The redhead shot a confused look at Stiles, who looked just as lost.

When the two turned to Scott, Allison's hand was clasped onto his under the desk. Adrian's mouth dropped in realisation.

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"It's her." Stiles informed Scott as he pushed the doors which led them into the hallway open.

"What do you mean?"

"Allison. It's her." Adrian claimed, Stiles nodding along with him.

"Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her." Stiles explained, reminding not only Scott but Adrian too of that night.

"Okay," Scott nodded, still not gathering the final pieces. Adrian didn't know why he wasn't getting it. It was pretty obvious.

"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field." Stiles prompted the boy, trying to catch him up on his and Adrian's level of understanding.

"Yeah, I did."

"Well, so that's what brought you back, so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least, not like how you were going to kill Adrian and I." The redhead bursted out laughing as Scott shot him a look.

"What Stiles is trying to say is that she brings you back." Adrian finally confessed to the boy, calming down from his laughter.

Scott frowned. "No, no, no, but it's not always true." Scott denied. "Because literally every time I'm kissing her or touching her-"

"That's called being a teenager." Adrian confusedly interrupted him, a sly smile on his lips. "You're just being a hormonal teenager thinking about sex. Everyone does that."

Scott's grin made Stiles gape in disbelief. "You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"

Scott didn't even deny it. "Yeah. Sorry."

Stiles changed the subject, fearing Scott would bring up something even more uncomfortable regarding the subject they were currently on. "Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand it was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I think she actually gives you control."

"Like an anchor." Adrian nodded along, getting what Stiles was saying as he smiled at him.

"You mean because I love her." Scott played with his straps as the three stopped in the hallway.

"Not what we were implying but glad you spoke your truth, Scotty." Adrian grinned.

Scott stopped, his face morphed into shock and confusion. "Did I just say that?"

"Yes, you did just say that." Stiles pointed out while Adrian looked smug beside him.

Scott looked between them and grinned. "I love her." He repeated, way more enthusiastic than the first time.

"That's great. Now, moving on-"

"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott declared. Unbeknownst to him, something stirred in the two teenage boys opposite him. It was almost sour-like; jealous Scott was getting his happy love story.

"And that's beautiful." Sarcasm laced every word as Stiles desperately tried to change to another topic. "Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time! Adrian has a problem too!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Hey!" The boy called out offensively. "I wouldn't call it a problem. I call it a 'let's not care about it until I have to' kind of thing. Scott comes first." He claimed.

"So what do I do?" Scott looked between the two.

The Marin shook his head as the Stilinski pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I don't know. Yet." He waddled on his feet, running his hand through his buzzed hair before facing them again.

"Oh no, you're getting an idea aren't you?" Scott guessed.

"Yeah."

"Is this idea gonna get me and Adrian in trouble?" Scott asked.

"Adrian? No. You? Maybe." Stiles sent his friend a slight apologetic glance.

"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?"

Stiles nodded quickly. "Yeah, Definitely. Come on." He wrapped an arm round each of the boy's shoulders, leading them outside.

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Stiles directed them to the car park, stopping by a truck with some threatening looking men hanging nearby. Adrian and Scott looked around uncomfortably as Stiles grabbed the young werewolf's shoulders; moving him slightly.

"What are you doing?" Adrian sighed, pretty much tired of helping the Stilinski boy torture poor Scott, who was too nice for his own good sometimes.

"Stand right there." Stiles ignored the redhead, placing Scott. Once satisfied, he took ahold of Adrian's forearm and led him near a wall. "You stay here, please."

"Why?" Adrian drags out, looking suspicious of the boy's methods. Stiles gave him a look of pleading, one that told him to trust him. One look at his brown eyes and the boy was a goner. "Alright. Carry on."

Stiles thanked the boy, turning to his best friend. "Do you have your keys?" Scott dug the keys to his house out of his pocket. The minute they were revealed, Stiles snatched them off his hands.

"Perfect. Hold them up like so." Lifting Scott's free hand so it was level with his shoulders, he patted it. Stiles kept glancing at the group of guys behind him, like he was seizing them up.

Adrian scoffed, containing himself from questioning the boy's methods. He looked away, wanting his focus changed for once.

across the school car park, Adrian noticed an old lady. She was old, definitely in her late eighties at least; far too old to be a working teacher. She wasn't doing anything, she just stood like a robot waiting for a command. Many pupils walked past her, paying her no second mind.

Adrian's green eyes met with her soulless grey ones, piercing through him as if she knew everything about him. The lady held up a shaking, wrinkled hand; appearing to be a weak wave.

Adrian slowly lifted his right hand and waved politely back, an odd look on his face. The lady didn't smile back, she just nodded and trudged along; no one even looking at her.

"Adrian? Adrian!" Stiles clapped in front of the boys face, making him flinch. Stiles' eyebrows knitted together. "You okay there, Tiger? You spaced out on us for a sec."

"Nothing, just some weird old lady across the car park." Adrian shook it off, both boys now staring between him and the road.

"What old lady?"

"Just forget it okay!" Adrian quickly snapped. The two friends looked at the popular boy with stunned looks, the redhead quick to apologise. "I'm sorry. Just, please, continue."

Stiles nodded, though he looked unsure. Turning back to face Scott, he explained. "Now, whatever happens, just think of Allison. Try to find her voice like you did in the game."

"Got it." The McCall boy nodded in understanding, his best friend mumbling something neither could hear.

Now, Adrian was expecting this next act . . . but seeing it still made his jaw drop as Stiles held out his hand and dragged his keys along the car. The scratching of metal made Adrian cringe, coiling his body as Stiles marked the car.

The buzzcut teen quickly sped over to Adrian's side, sending him a quick wink before pointing at Scott. "Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?!" He yelled.

The four guys Stiles were eying earlier turned to face Scott in fury, the owner of the truck leading the pack. "What the hell?" His deep voice roared, Scott looking like a little puppy as he shook his head.

When the four guys walked over, Scott was frantically trying to form a sentence as the keys were put back in his pocket. Before Scott could get a word in, the owner of the truck hit him square in his already crooked jaw, sending him down on the ground.

Adrian eyes's widened, looking at the wincing boy beside him. "Stiles! What the hell! They're gonna beat the crap out of him!"

Scott was now curled up into a defensive ball while the other four guys took their time kicking the boy. Stiles looked down at Scott's heart monitor, beginning to beat quicker. Unbeknownst to him, Scott's heart rate wasn't the only one rising. "Come on, come on, come on. Uh, that's not okay."

"That's it!" Adrian growled under his breath after having watched the werewolf receive a pretty harsh kick. Before Stiles could grab him, the redhead marched towards the group of guys. "Hey!" He called out.

The owner of the truck dismissively turned to him just as Adrian swung his fist, landing it on his nose. The force knocked the guy back, caressing his nose in pain. Adrian glared at him, before looking towards the other guys.

Some stayed hitting Scott, while others advanced towards Adrian. The first guy was easy, the Martin ducking his swing just in time to deliver a good punch to the gut. The next time? Adrian Martin wasn't so lucky.

He groaned when a punch was delivered to his left eye, sending him back and scraping his hands on the wall. With a newfound rage, Adrian and the dude who punched his eye found themselves wrestling on the ground, trying to deliver a harsh it.

The two boys were so caught up in whatever was happening, they didn't even notice Mr Harris had run out until his oh so annoying voice rang through. "Stop!" He yelled. "Stop it right now!"

The four guys fled, Scott rolling onto his back to expose his bleeding nose. Adrian winced when he caressed his own injury, his eye most likely forming into a bad bruise. "What do you idiots think you're doing?"

Stiles didn't seem fazed at all that he had caused his friend and Adrian pain, showing off the heart monitor so the two could see it had slowed down. Adrian Martin's however, just kept rising.

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With his current grades right now, detention was the last place Adrian Martin wanted to be and Mr Harris knew that. The teacher had been looking for a good enough excuse to land him in his classroom behind school hours since the end of summer break. And now, he had got that chance . . . all thanks to Stiles Stilinski and his stupid plans.

The amount of anger Adrian held for the buzzcut teen was almost scary, the redhead forgetting for even a moment that he likes the teenage boy.

Stiles could tell Adrian wasn't up for talking to him, and he did feel bad about it. He never thought Adrian would've stepped in. If he did, he never would've suggested it in the first place.

Scott had been caring for his bloody nose the entire time, until he was the first of the three to speak. "Excuse me, sir?" Gaining the teachers attention, Scott walked up front. "I know it's detention and all, but, I'm supposed to be at work, and I don't want to get fired."

Mr Harris looked at the tanned boy with an unreadable expression, looking back down at his paper. Adrian's fists clenched when he just ignored the boy, huffing as he slouched.

Stiles and Scott were whispering amongst themselves, but Adrian didn't try hard enough to listen to what they were saying. He couldn't. Adrian had to stop this all together, this detention was a warning sign.

About a minute later, Harris dismissed them. "Alright, you three, get out of here." He waved them off in an uncaring manner, not even looking at them as they exited.

Adrian speed walked past the two boys, clutching his bag in one hand as he got to the hallway. Frantic footsteps came after him, a voice Adrian did want to hear right now speaking. "Hey, Adrian! Wait up! I'm your ride, remember?"

"I'm walking." Adrian replied through gritted teeth, not even giving the boy a glance.

"Are you seriously mad at me?" Stiles innocently asks, trying to keep up with the boys lightning fast pace.

"I'm not mad." Adrian denied, seeing a glimmer of hope in Stiles' eyes that he crushed just as quickly as it grew. "I'm furious."

Stiles scoffed. "I thought you of all people would be fine with detention. It was one time!"

Adrian whirled round to face him angrily. "In case you haven't noticed, Stilinski, one more slip up and I'm benched on lacrosse. If Coach hears about this, it's one step closer to not letting me play. I was doing just fine until you and your werewolf pal showed up and ruined everything."

Stiles took a few steps back at first, but stepped forward as his words came rushing out. "Oh yeah? Well, it seemed as if you were doing a pretty good job at ruining everything on your own."

Adrian laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "Well, at least it would've been me by myself without you two losers hanging around me!"

"See! There you go again!" Stiles rolled his eyes and gestured to him.

"There I go again?" Adrian raised his eyebrows, squinting at the Stilinski boy. Thank god no one was in school these hours, or else they would've been able to hear the two teens fighting nearby.

"Yes! You always do this! Every time I feel like you and I are actually friends, you pull stunts like this! You say you're not our friend and lie to people's faces saying you have nothing to do with us! Why can't you just admit it?! Too coward?! Too scared your reputation will be damaged if you admit you like hanging out with us?! That you like-"

Stiles suddenly became pinned against a wall, similar to when he had first discovered Scott was a werewolf. Adrian's glare was like fire, his tone low and dangerous. "I, am not your friend. I, want nothing to do with you and Scott. I, would rather be doing anything, than tag along to your little werewolf game. You and Scott? You both mean nothing to me just like you always have. Your pathetic losers who don't know when to quit."

Adrian released him, Stiles shaking his head. "You don't mean that."

"Take a freaking hint, Stilinski!" Adrian screamed at him. "I am not like you and Scott! I don't go out into the woods looking for a dead body! I don't chase some supernatural fantasy! I don't purposely let my best friend get beat up for some stupid heart rate test and land us all in detention!"

"Oh yeah? Well at least I'm not the disappointment of my family and is nothing but a downgrade of my sister!" That's when Stiles knew he had gone too far. His mouth immediately opened to apologise. "Adrian, I-"

A fake bitter laugh was thrown his way, Adrian turning to leave. "Leave me the hell alone, Stilinski."

A U T H O R. N O T E
yikes. if you're wondering why the last comment was too far it's because anyone in school could see lydia is the smartest martin. adrian knows that, which is why he fears he is the disappointment of the family. plus, it hurts more coming from stiles.

hope you enjoyed this chapter, i've finished like three in a day and legitimately haven't slept so goodnight folks. sorry for the return of the black and white gif btw.

GIF MADE BY ME !
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