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It's not that he really cared about moving away from Texas...
Ok, Stiles fucking cared. But not because of the superficial, scratched surface reasons other teens his age would care. He wasn't leaving any real friends behind. Not to say that he hadn't had any associates, but moving away from the guys he sat back and had the occasional blunt with from time to time didn't matter to him.
He had history in Texas. It was his birthplace. Where he had grown up with his mom and dad. Where his mom was buried. That would be what he was leaving behind; all the other things didn't matter to him. The dirt roads, dated town shops, racist pricks and dry smell of manure that always seemed to linger in the air could go to hell.
Along with his high school.
He without a doubt wouldn't miss his high school. At all. Every teacher in Grainwood High absolutely hated Stiles Stilinski. But hey, they weren't really helping him like them either.
Mrs. Lipschitz practically served herself up on a platter to be called 'Mizz Shitty Lips'. How could he not take advantage of that opportunity? Especially after she gave him a week of detention for being "tardy" to class for his "fifth consecutive time"...and then calling her out about her bad breath.
And why couldn't they just say "late"? What the fuck is a tardy?
But in all honesty he got a kick out of getting a rise from the teachers in the building. It made his days endurable. Locking them in bathroom stalls when they went in for a piss or more; cutting the wires of the vending machines in the teachers lounge, slashing their car tires. The works.
There was never any proof that he had done any of the deeds so they couldn't punish him; but everyone knew without question that he had done it all. What with him always being at the crime scene with his signature knowing guise. But it all came to a head the day he had been sent to Mr. Davis, the principal, for getting in his third fight in two weeks with another student.
He hated Mr.Davis more than anyone in the entire building. And not because he was mean or had bad breath.
No. Mr. Davis was a perv as far as Stiles was concerned.
He saw the way the older man looked at him. His eyes always looking over Stiles' body; noticeably undressing him in his mind, glazing over as he stared at his ass; though they did have a tendency to linger on his lips. He'd sometimes even magically appear in the bathroom Stiles was using, doing what Stiles could only imagine to be trying to get a glimpse of his dick. Stiles knew what he looked like; he was sixteen with a severe case of baby face and could still pass for twelve if he wanted to. He didn't really mind it though; it helped him get away with shit.
Though he wishes he could grow at least one facial hair.
When he had stepped into Mr. Davis’s moderately sized office he had counted on using the same tactics he always used to get himself out of trouble scott-free. A little flirting, innocent doe eyes, some very obnoxious lip licking and crotch adjusting and he'd be out in less than ten minutes with a "warning".
What he hadn't counted on was Mr.Davis being absent on account of his sick wife.
Because when the fucking assistant principal walked in his heart skipped a beat. Mrs.Donn was pure wickedness
If you asked Stiles, he'd tell you that she needed to get laid, not that he even really knew if that cured bitterness, seeing as he himself was a virgin…which was neither here nor there. The point is that the old bitch was fucking evil. And he was pretty sure grabbing and adjusting his crotch in front of her would only get him expelled or worse.
"Genim Stilinski, surprising seeing you here" she drawled sarcastically, pulling a rogue strand of auburn hair back behind her ear as she took a seat at Mr. Davis’s desk. "You're not one to get in trouble, no not at all" she continued.
"Oh, bite me...bitch." he whispered under his breath.
"What was that?" She asked looking up quickly.
"Nothing." Stiles said, forcing a toothy smile.
Her eyes ran over his face and quickly over his attire and back up again. He was sure she wasn't looking at him in the same way Davis would have, seeing as though she looked like she was holding back vomit.
"That's quite a bruise you have on your face Genim." she pointed to the bruise on his cheek where bone was lying just beneath the surface.
"It's Stiles."
He hated when people called him by his first name. His mom had been the only one to use it. The story his dad told him was that he had a hard time pronouncing his own name growing up.
So his dad came up with 'Stiles', and abbreviation of his surname, as a nickname, to make it easier for Stiles, and himself, though he'd never admit it. But his mom being well...his mom, continued to call him by his given name, making sure he understood that his name was Genim no matter how much he loved ‘Stiles’.
He missed his mom. She was no nonsense.
"...here on your very...extensive file...it says Genim Stilinski."
He had almost forgotten where he was. Goddamned ADHD.
"So what, I want to be called Stiles." he said hurriedly, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of catching him drifting off.
Mrs. Donn looked up at him with narrowed eyes for a moment before speaking.
"This is your third fight in two weeks Mr. Stilinski, not to mention that you've had a total of ten fights with students and it's only the first half of the semester...this is grounds for expulsion."
Stiles smirked and rolled his eyes. "You can't expel me."
Mrs. Donn folded her arms and sat back in Davis' chair, she was obviously having a power trip. Too bad she was unknowingly dealing with a higher power. "And why is that?"
"I have the second highest GPA in this entire building. Melanie Johnson is number one but she's moving to New York next week. She and I are keeping this lame excuse for a school just under the board of educations radar."
Stiles' eyes sparked when he saw the movements of Mrs. Donn also crossing her legs under the desk.
He had her where he wanted her.
"You expel me and Grainwood drops a grade level below the required GPA quota."
Her eyes flicked away from Stiles for a second and then back, her leer had lost its flare and her body language was completely on the defensive. She was tough, students and teachers wavered around her; but she had lost this battle the moment she stepped through the threshold of Davis's office.
Her lips unpursed and she went to speak "How exactly do you kn-"
"I checked." he cut in, "I check weekly actually. We're the lowest in the entire district." he laughed. He couldn't help it. He had everyone in the fucking town wrapped around his finger.
He watched her with a predatory smirk as she slowly exhaled and unfolded her arms and legs, wrenching a desk drawer open and pulling out a folder full of identical blue sheets of paper.
"Regardless of the schools...shortcomings...you must still be punished." she said, her voice wavering slightly. She opened the manila folder and pulled a blue sheet from the pile.
"I'm suspending you for ten days." she revealed as she scribbled on the sheet quickly.
"Wow. A whole ten days, whatever shall I do?" He quipped. He was met with a death glare that he was happy to return.
"You know Genim, I-"
"Stiles"
"-I don't know how a deputy could raise such a derelict."
Ok. And now Stiles wanted to spit in her face. But that would only make his current situation worse. So he bit his tongue...the taste of blood had become a welcome presence in his mouth anyway.
Mrs. Donn definitely picked up on the gesture. The way her back straightened out with a hand unfurled, comfortably on the desk as she held out the blue slip to him with the other told it. She felt like she had won.
"Is Trevor getting sus-"
"No, Trevor will not be getting suspended.” he asked as he glared at the sheet of paper. Trevor House had started the entire thing. Accidently walking past Stiles' desk and conveniently dropping an entire bottle of glue on him And when Stiles asked for an apology he scoffed and mushed him in the face. And Stiles snapped.
"That's not fair!"
She took the folder and put it back in it's respective drawer, "What’s not fair is the way you left him with a broken nose and chipped too-"
"He's a fucking dick!" Stiles shouted, "He said I'm letting teachers screw me for high grades"
"Your language Mr.Stilinsk.i" Mrs.Donn warned.
"You know what? Fuck this and fuck your school." He said as he tore the blue sheet in half.
Mrs. Donn gasped in disbelief. "That will now be fifteen days of suspension!"
Stiles stood up out of his seat, knocking it to the floor behind him in his haste as he gave her the finger. "Save it for someone else. My dad got a promotion and we're moving away."
Her eyes practically fell out of her head. "What?"
"Yeah, we're moving away. So this shit hole of a school is going to go under regardless of anything. I was going to let you found out by yourself, but...surprise!" He said turning around and pulling his pants down, giving her a full moon.
Her gasp was barely audible as he ran out the office, main office and out the door to student parking.
He left school grounds and went to the abandoned barn house near his house for a smoke. He was greeted with angry eyes when he finally came home around nine at night smelling slightly of weed and hay.
His father had given up a long time ago when it came to his behavior at school. As long as Stiles continued to bring home excellent grades he pretty much let it go. But this didn't look like it was going to be one of those times.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" His father yells when he steps through the door. "I get a call from your school; sa-saying that you broke some kid’s nose and that you showed your ass LITERALLY to the assistant principal? What the hell is going on with you?"
"I don't have time for this right now" Stiles sighed as he made to walk to the back of the house where his room was. Well, until his arm was grabbed and he was spun around. Shit.
"No! You will not bring this, whatever this is with us to California! I will not be a mockery at my workpla-I..." his dad choked and Stiles got scared.
He hasn't seen his dad cry since his mom died, this was...serious. "I know I haven't, I haven't exactly been there for you. But I've been working hard. It's not easy being a single parent. And I've been working so hard for this promotion...so we won't have to struggle, without...your mom it's-"
"Dad." Stiles could feel the saliva in his mouth thicken, and the hot thrum of blood rush through his veins. This-
This wasn't something he wanted to talk about.
His dad shook his head. "No. Let me finish. Without your mom it's been hard; I've had to take up on the bills, and I have to divide the money evenly and make su-it's just…I'm having to do things I've never had to worry about before and everything is still fresh. For both of us!" His dad paused, licked his lips and wiped quickly at the beads of tears that hadn’t yet fallen from the corner of his eyes.
It got easier for Stiles to swallow but all he could feel was anger. Hot burning anger. The sound of the blood pulsing in his ear was strong enough to give him a headache. He couldn't do this right now.
So he broke.
"I want us to start fresh Stiles. I don't want you to-"
"TO WHAT!? TO BE ANGRY? TO NOT GO THROUGH EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE ASKING MYSELF WHY? ASKING MYSELF WHY IT HAD TO BE MY MOM?" He yelled, cursing the tears that fell from his eyes. His dad just stared at him with sad eyes.
"No! She may have been your wife but she was my mom! My mother! I came from...I came from her! The person I came from is gone!" He cried before wiping at his eyes roughly and turning away and escaping to his room.
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That had been three days before they left. Now here they were.
Sitting in the rented moving truck, in front of their new home. A two story house off to itself surrounded by trees and grass. The opposite of Texas where everything was dirt, dust and crops, the only thing that was similar was that their house was off to itself, though there was a neighbor not to far away down the road.
"So...we're here kid." The his dad said sitting back in his seat.
"What kind of name is Beacon Hills?" Stiles asks putting his new iPhone on sleep mode.
"It's the name of a place where I'm sheriff." his dad said with a bright smile showing Stiles his badge.
Stiles' brows rose up his forehead. "Hm, Sheriff Stilinski... Has a ring to it."