sassiopath | Beginnings:: Sick Fantasies verse

The first time it happened had been the mechanic that had purposefully gouged Stiles on a transmission overhaul in the Jeep. The Sheriff had covered the cost, and been a bit surprised to find nearly half the money paid refunded to his credit card. Especially when he got a call the next day to come to the mechanic's.

Someone had used a drill and gouged holes throughout all of the equipment.

No one put two and two together.

The second time had been a senior, a new transfer in, who thought taking pot shots at Stiles the way Harris did was the quick route to make friends at Beacon Hills High.

Leaving the school that day, he'd been jumped somewhere between school and home. The resulting beat down had left him with two broken ribs, a busted nose and his jaw wired shut.

Those gifts were subtle though. The first open gift had been when Harris came into his room during his break and found his desk on fire.

Yet each time Peter made sure he wasn't around, that he wasn't seen. Despite them being gifts for Stiles, he knew if the boy connected him to them, it would go badly. So it was he just happened to be in the same grocer's the boy was that afternoon. Entirely accidental run in, of course.

Coming around a corner, he very nearly literally ran into the boy.

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Nothing had given Stiles greater delight than someone setting fire to Harris' desk.

Harris had tried to blame him, but having the entire lacrosse team and coach able to vouch for him meant that he got to sit back and watch the fireworks of his least favourite teacher spazzing out.

He was shopping for cooking that night, shoving things into the basket and barely paying attention when he slammed into someone, sending him sprawling and spilling the contents of his basket.

"Mother fu- I'm so so- Peter?"

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