Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
likerightnow) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
muserevival2014-04-28 07:55 pm
likerightnow) wrote in muserevival2014-04-28 07:55 pm
Entry tags:
Word of the Day 076.
Ignominy
n. 1. disgrace; dishonor; public contempt. 2. shameful or dishonorable quality or conduct or an instance of this.
Economics was probably Stiles most hated school subject. Not because it sucked, but because Coach Finstock taught it, and Coach basically had no fucks to give about anything that wasn't grinding his lacrosse players down so hard they won out of pure terror of his wrath. When it came to Stiles, as far as Coach was concerned, he sucked at everything. But then, no school day would be complete for Stiles without Coach barking something at him that usually went in one ear and out the other. It was also why Stiles always ended up on the bench for lacrosse... he had a short (ADHD) attention span in practice which left Coach more than impatient with him and no desire to see Stiles' actual skill with sports.
It was obvious to those who knew him that Stiles wasn't really himself at the moment, but the people who knew him knew why. He hadn't been himself in months. He was mostly subdued, but his own patience a little thin with all the students rushing around with the noisy class bell feeling like it was drilling into his head whenever it went off. He had already snapped at Isaac, Scott and Lydia collectively for asking him if he was okay one too many times. He snapped that he was as okay as he could be and told them to get off his back... before stalking off to Chemistry on his own. Chemistry which he ended up ditching in favour of sitting outside on one of the tables alone just to try to get a little peace and quiet, wondering if coming back to school today was too soon and a bad idea.
Really, it should have been Coach's class he ditched, but his reasoning to himself was that if anyone was going to give him a shock back to reality and normal, it would be Coach. It just really wasn't having the desired outcome. He had sunk right down in his chair and he had his head propped up on his hand while the actual class was just tuning out around him. He had looked at his watch enough times to be in the double digits by now, and it was starting to feel like this class would never end and it was only half over. He wasn't feeling good.
In fact, he was feeling more and more not good as the minutes ticked by. He was debating with himself about whether he should ask to be excused to the nurse's office so she could call his dad, or whether he should just wait it out to pass. Scott must have noticed, because he leaned over to put his hand on Stiles arm, mouthing 'You okay, dude?' at him, despite nearly having his head bitten off earlier in the day for the same thing. Stiles just gave his fingers a small dismissive wave, but the mute interaction had been enough to catch Coach's attention, who never had much tolerance for Scott and Stiles' antics either in class or on the lacrosse team. Apparently Coach had been barking some question at the class and preying on someone to give him the answer to test who was listening to him.
It just all happened to be right at the exact moment that Stiles realised he really needed to get out of the classroom, and as quick as he could manage. He was whipping his hand up in the air just as Coach was preying on him. "Coach, can I please be excused?" he pleaded softly, trying to swallow back the nausea sloshing around inside him. But all he got was Coach roaring at him in his face that he wasn't going anywhere until he answered the question correctly, followed by some verbal abuse about how stupid he and Scott were and they would both end up as toilet cleaners for how thick and idiotic they were.
All-in-all, nothing unusual for Coach. What was unusual was Stiles reaction. He was too worn thin, and he just... snapped. Again. For about the sixth time in the last few weeks. He jumped up out of his seat so quick he not only knocked that over behind him, but also sent the desk flying into the back of Danny's chair in front of him when it tipped over. He grabbed the front of Coach's jersey and if he tugged just that little bit harder, he would probably be near-choking him, and slammed him into Scott's desk. "WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE?!" he shouted at him up in his face, right before he doubled over and threw up all over Coach's feet.
Well, if calling his teacher a fucking asshole and nearly strangling him wouldn't get him suspended or a year of detention, that certainly would have done the job. And right now, after what he had been through lately, Stiles couldn't give a flying fuck and was about 300% done with everything.
Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf
n. 1. disgrace; dishonor; public contempt. 2. shameful or dishonorable quality or conduct or an instance of this.
Economics was probably Stiles most hated school subject. Not because it sucked, but because Coach Finstock taught it, and Coach basically had no fucks to give about anything that wasn't grinding his lacrosse players down so hard they won out of pure terror of his wrath. When it came to Stiles, as far as Coach was concerned, he sucked at everything. But then, no school day would be complete for Stiles without Coach barking something at him that usually went in one ear and out the other. It was also why Stiles always ended up on the bench for lacrosse... he had a short (ADHD) attention span in practice which left Coach more than impatient with him and no desire to see Stiles' actual skill with sports.
It was obvious to those who knew him that Stiles wasn't really himself at the moment, but the people who knew him knew why. He hadn't been himself in months. He was mostly subdued, but his own patience a little thin with all the students rushing around with the noisy class bell feeling like it was drilling into his head whenever it went off. He had already snapped at Isaac, Scott and Lydia collectively for asking him if he was okay one too many times. He snapped that he was as okay as he could be and told them to get off his back... before stalking off to Chemistry on his own. Chemistry which he ended up ditching in favour of sitting outside on one of the tables alone just to try to get a little peace and quiet, wondering if coming back to school today was too soon and a bad idea.
Really, it should have been Coach's class he ditched, but his reasoning to himself was that if anyone was going to give him a shock back to reality and normal, it would be Coach. It just really wasn't having the desired outcome. He had sunk right down in his chair and he had his head propped up on his hand while the actual class was just tuning out around him. He had looked at his watch enough times to be in the double digits by now, and it was starting to feel like this class would never end and it was only half over. He wasn't feeling good.
In fact, he was feeling more and more not good as the minutes ticked by. He was debating with himself about whether he should ask to be excused to the nurse's office so she could call his dad, or whether he should just wait it out to pass. Scott must have noticed, because he leaned over to put his hand on Stiles arm, mouthing 'You okay, dude?' at him, despite nearly having his head bitten off earlier in the day for the same thing. Stiles just gave his fingers a small dismissive wave, but the mute interaction had been enough to catch Coach's attention, who never had much tolerance for Scott and Stiles' antics either in class or on the lacrosse team. Apparently Coach had been barking some question at the class and preying on someone to give him the answer to test who was listening to him.
It just all happened to be right at the exact moment that Stiles realised he really needed to get out of the classroom, and as quick as he could manage. He was whipping his hand up in the air just as Coach was preying on him. "Coach, can I please be excused?" he pleaded softly, trying to swallow back the nausea sloshing around inside him. But all he got was Coach roaring at him in his face that he wasn't going anywhere until he answered the question correctly, followed by some verbal abuse about how stupid he and Scott were and they would both end up as toilet cleaners for how thick and idiotic they were.
All-in-all, nothing unusual for Coach. What was unusual was Stiles reaction. He was too worn thin, and he just... snapped. Again. For about the sixth time in the last few weeks. He jumped up out of his seat so quick he not only knocked that over behind him, but also sent the desk flying into the back of Danny's chair in front of him when it tipped over. He grabbed the front of Coach's jersey and if he tugged just that little bit harder, he would probably be near-choking him, and slammed him into Scott's desk. "WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE?!" he shouted at him up in his face, right before he doubled over and threw up all over Coach's feet.
Well, if calling his teacher a fucking asshole and nearly strangling him wouldn't get him suspended or a year of detention, that certainly would have done the job. And right now, after what he had been through lately, Stiles couldn't give a flying fuck and was about 300% done with everything.
Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf