On Top Of The World

(And I know It's hard when you're falling down, an It's a long way up when you hit the ground, But get up now, get up, get up, cause I'm on top of the world-OTOTW Imagine Dragons)

Chapter 1

Have you ever felt like you should just give up? You know, when you just want to disappear from all the bullcrap, and be alone in your own little paradise? Pretty much me. Dealing with Scott's bullshit with the pack, and Derek, It's pretty much worn me out. We don't know if Gerard is dead, or if he's alive, and that's making me paranoid. It's so stressing, and I haven't even been able to tell my dad everything is fine with me, and nothing's wrong. Witch I had to say, so he wouldn't get suspicious about anything.

I really just wanted to die now. But did anyone care? No. Did anyone ask me how I was doing? Nope. Did anyone notice the scars on my arm? Hell no. Not that I wanted them to. Even Scott didn't notice. It was really funny, how I called him my best friend when he was always clinging to Allison. Even when he wasn't he was with Isaac or Derek. I shouldn't really care, but it kinda hurts. Knowing that no one really cared. I'm just the google guy.

My mind hasn't really been with it today. No one talked to me at school, no one texted me or called, and Scott, Isaac, Boyd and Erika were all huddled up today, talking. Not minding I shrugged it off, not worrying. It's sad I got used to it. No one talking to me, or caring. Oh no, the little doggies had their own business and I wasn't important enough. Usally I would go up and bother Scott untill he snapped, but really I didn't care this time. He's ignored me millions of times, and I got used to it.

The thought of him never talking to me, actually made me feel relived, considering the things he's done to me. He doesn't really notice I guess. Scott just walks past me in the halls, acting like I'm a stranger. This all started with me saying hi, before I even knew he was ignoring me.

I said hi, like I always did when I first saw him. At least before the whole wolf thing. I just wanted a break. But oh no, he looked at me strangely and told me to stop bothering him. I was confused, but thought it was some wolf thing, so I turned around. Then the next day, I noticed he was ignoring me, because when we were partnered up for a little project in school, he went up to the teacher, and the next thing I knew, I was paired up with some random kid in class.

Scott ignoring me wasn't new, but him not even talking, and changing partners, was. It hurt, and I felt like I did something wrong. That night was when I took out the old, shiny metal razor and pressed it to my skin. Then after 2 weeks, It was sinking in, and I cried myself to sleep, realizing I was a loner. Sure, not the first time, but it hurt a lot, knowing no one would ever talk to me again.

But then I was relieved, like now, as I sat at a park bench, reading the last of the Harry Potter series. It made me realize, I'm not alone, I have me, myself, and I. As cheesy as It sounds. But there was no werewolf doggy crap to deal with. I could have a normal life, considering they had a tough life, dealing with supernatural shit, and I could lay back and relax.

But I still haven't talked to my father, and I was getting worried. Even if I was out the door with my hurt and pain because of stupid Scott, I haven't talk to him in my relif. Mostly because he's always at work. Reading kinda became my skill to relax when I was stressed, or just having a bad day. The razor was tightly locked up under my bed, and my bad thoughts were softly tucked away in the back of my mind.

I was on top of the world really. Not really caring what anyone thought of my 'lonelyness'. I wasn't lonely, I had myself and that was all I needed.

~2 months later~

Sighing, I threw my bookbag in the workers closet, and put my apron on. ''Hey It's Stilinski!'' I heard a voice call. Smiling to myself I looked up and saw Tyler, one of my fellow workers at 'Frankie's diner'. After I finally talked to my dad, I decided to get a job since I was now 17. Of course, I spent my birthday with no one but my father, just chatting and watching movies, telling him me and Scott no longer talk to each other because he's a douche.

I got new friends, yeah, but I didn't always hang out with them, I just worked with them. Mostly my friends were the age of 17-34 since all ages work here. I had to admit, I sometimes saw Tyler around, and he would jog to me, and we would chat. I never gave up like I was thinking of doing 2 months ago. I had a good life right now. I didn't need Scott, Isaac Boyd or Derek or any of those doggies to fill the blob I called a life.

''Hey It's Ethan's!'' I said as Tyler came up to me and hugged me. I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his neck before we let go. ''What Is the first order of the day?'' I asked, skipping over to the oven, looking at the little paper things. ''SPAGETTI! My favorite dish to make! Whoo!'' I said, skipping over and taking the ingredients out of the cabinet.

Whistling, I put them, and started snapping the long, raw noodles as Tyler came over, his chest against the left arm, and chin on top of my head and I felt my heart flutter. Okay, I may or may not have a crush on Tyler Ethans, 17-year old basketball captain at Windsvill High. Yeah, he was in a high school that wasn't mine. Surprise? He ticked and I scowled. ''I can make spaghetti, you jerk.'' I said, looking at his un-easy face. The one he gives when a worker is working on a dish they shouldn't be cooking because they might mess it up.

He looked in my eyes and a grin spread out on his face, showing his pearly white teeth. ''I know.'' I rolled my eyes as I started putting the broken noodles in the boiling hot water. ''Shouldn't you be cooking something?'' I asked, looking at him as I stirred the tomato sauce to get it thick. He tisked, and put both of his arm on the counter, off of the oven with his body strutted up. ''Maybe, but right now I want to ask you something.'' I rolled my eyes and continued cooking while talking. ''What did you do now Ethans?'' I asked.

He never asked me something unless it was to help me clean up a mess he made with his dish. He chuckled. ''Nothing. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go see a movie with me, maybe get a dinner?'' I stopped, and looked at Tyler with my amber eyes widened. His blue eyes bore into mine, as his sandy blonde hair hung in his face. I the smirked and hit his arm. ''Of course I would, silly.'' I said, returning to work.

Tyler smiled. ''I'll pick you up at eight.'' I chuckled. ''What a cheesy time Ethans. Just like the movies.'' He laughed and walked off to get working as I smiled, letting my mind drift off as I cooked.

But I felt like someone was watching me. Huh. turning to the window, I saw nothing. I shrugged and got back to work.

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