a day in the life \\ o p e n
Scott was in a weird mood lately. He wasn't so much sad but overwhelmed with all this news, from Stiles being and emissary to the feeling of Alison back in town. He had yet to see physical proof that his ex-girlfriend rose from the grave but he had strong feelings that she was back in Beacon Hills. The brunette paced around his room, trying to concentrate on the copious amounts of homework he had due the next day but he had no urge to even start it. Masturbation crossed his mind a couple of times, but with the recent news he was kinda worried Stiles would drop by without any hints. And he remembered last time he was caught with his pants down by Stiles. It was interesting to say the least.
Scott finally sat down at his desk, but instead of taking out a pen, he whipped out his cell phone, scrolling down his Facebook feed haphazardly to see if any news would catch his eye. Nothing of particular interest came to him, but he still continued to rummage through his timeline hoping one of his friends would interrupt his so called "study session."
It was almost 6 pm and his mom had just left the house to take up another graveyard shift at the hospital. She was bitching about it of course, like every other night, but Scott kinda blacked out during the conversation, giving his occasional nod and "uh-huh" when needed. He had been doing that alot lately, and he was starting to wonder if anybody was noticing.
"What the fuck..." He sighed, putting down his phone and looking back at the text book sprawled out on his desk. The words all looked like gibberish which put him off to the idea of studying even more.
