Author's Note: So I sort of made some stuff up for this because I'm picking up where season 1 ended...like it, don't like it...it's fun for me. :P

"Focus," Stiles told himself as he sat in the chemistry room, looking down at his exam paper. Once again, Scott wasn't in class and once again he had made an excuse to Mr. Harris, who accepted it skeptically, saying that Scott could make up the exam…not that it would help. Scott was too busy these days to study, and honestly, so was Stiles, but he didn't have the excuse that Scott did. He had turned down the bite, meaning he didn't have the superhuman endurance and strength that Scott did, therefore he had to work twice as hard to keep going with both his normal life and his life as Scott's proverbial assistant. "Focus, just focus, you can do this!" He hadn't had time to study, he was going to fail. If he kept this up, his father would figure out that something was going on and then he would really be in trouble.

"Mr. Stilinski, if you have something to say, you can tell the whole class," Mr. Harris stated.

"It's nothing, sir, I'm sorry." He looked back down at his paper, trying to do his best to answer questions, but all that he could think about was what had happened and what was going to happen next.

Jackson was a werewolf now, so he was getting attention. Lydia wasn't, but she had had a very near brush with death, so she was getting attention. Scott was, as usual, getting everyone's attention, and because she was Allison, she had all of Scott's attention. They had all been through traumatic events, and no one seemed to realize that Stiles had too, that he had given himself to the alpha to save Lydia, to protect Scott. He had been sure when he did that that he wouldn't come out alive, and as miraculous as it was that he had, no one seemed to care or wonder if he was alright, they just assumed that he was Stiles, that he would be okay no matter what. He was Scott's rock, but Scott took him for granted and for good reason. No matter what Scott did, Stiles would always be there for him, he just didn't think that he could count on Scott for the same thing, not anymore. Allison came first and it seemed like nothing else mattered.

"Time's up." Mr. Harris looked out over the classroom and Stiles let out a hefty sigh, passing a practically blank exam up the row to the teacher before packing his stuff. He was smart, he knew that, he was a lot smarter than most people his age, at least according to aptitude tests. Unfortunately, this meant that his father and pretty much everyone else had these high expectations for him, expectations that he might be able to achieve if his life were normal, but with his best friend as a werewolf and everything constantly going to hell around him, he was unable to do so.

"Hey." Danny walked up behind him as he left the classroom. "Did you have a brain freeze or something?"

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked, looking up at the other boy.

"I saw your test paper, man. At least on the first page you hardly wrote two sentences on one question. Usually your papers have writing literally all over them."

The first thing that came to mind was why the hell Danny even looked at his test papers. You weren't supposed to look at anyone else's, even after the exams were over, though he supposed that his normally copious amounts of writing were hard to miss. He just shrugged, not granting Danny's question with an answer, which was, again, rather unusual, but he just had other things on his mind.

"Okay then." Danny shrugged, pushing through the crowd and leaving Stiles on his own. That chemistry test was an F, it had to be, and he would have to take it home, have his father sign it. His dad would sit him down and ask what the hell was wrong with him recently, and he was going to have to lie to his father. Again. Then again, he was really lying to everyone, wasn't he? Sure, maybe it was lies of omission, but lies none the less. Everyone just assumed that he was fine, and he just let them think that because, well, they all had their own stuff to deal with.

He pulled out his phone, calling Scott, hoping that maybe his friend would answer and let him know why he hadn't been in class today.

"Scott?" He leaned against his locker, talking to his friend. "Where the hell are you? You missed a chemistry test. Mr. Harris says you can make it up as long as you do it like right away. I told him you had the flu."

"Oh, yeah, I'll get to it, look, now's not a great time."

"How about later?" he asked. "We can go grab burgers and catch up?"

"I can't tonight, I'm going to be with Allison."

"You're always with Allison," Stiles pointed out.

"Yeah, and she needs me. She's really screwed up about what she saw that night, with her aunt and everything, and the alpha on fire, it gives her nightmares."

"Oh." Stiles sighed. Did it not matter at all that he was there too? That he and Jackson had been the ones to make the Molotov cocktails that brought the alpha down? It was all about Allison and Scott and, well, everyone but him. "Okay, then I'll see you around." He shut his phone off and jammed it into his pocket, turning around and slamming his fist into his locker, hurting himself far more than the metal door.

"Usually it's McCall pulling that locker destroying crap," Danny said casually from where he stood, leaning against the lockers next to Stiles.

"Yeah, well today it's me," Stiles snapped.

"Whoa, chill out, it was just an observation, I'm not going to report you or anything."

"Yeah, okay." Stiles shrugged.

"I just wanted to say…something's going on with you. Don't try denying it. You're smart, everyone knows you're smart. You wouldn't leave a test empty unless you were really distracted. You might write down things that didn't have to do with the subject, but you wouldn't leave it empty."

"So?" Stiles bit his lip. Why did it have to be Danny who noticed that he was off base? Why couldn't it be someone who knew the truth, someone he didn't have to lie to? He needed to talk about everything, what he'd seen, what he'd been through, but everyone was too busy, and if he told this stuff to a therapist, they'd have him committed.

"So…if you want to talk about it, I'm around." Danny hitched up his backpack and turned, walking back down the hallway leaving a very confused Stiles staring at the lockers.