He throws his laptop across his room, a scream of frustration leaving his chest. Fire burns in his eyes and his fists continue to clench at his sides, holding back the urge to destroy something else. The urge is not controlled, however, as his jaw grows tight and those fists reach out and throw his chair towards his laptop as well.
A broken teen looks to the mess his burst of anger created, and his chin immediately begins to tremble.He’s not going to cry. That’s the last thing he’s going to do. He will fight the bubbling sadness in his throat with another scream and a punch right into his door. Stiles is ashamed of this behavior, but he’s not done.











