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The three boys waved, calling out a good bye as Melissa drove off. Scott hefted his backpack higher up on his shoulders and turned towards the school.
"Well, first day of sixth grade, starts now," he muttered, starting to feel nervous.
"It's nothing new, you've been to school before," Stiles commented, heading into the busy hallway. He fearlessly led them over to Isaac's locker, it was the closest to the doors, and waited as Isaac emptied out his unnecessary stuff.
Isaac sighed heavily, dropping his spare notebooks in the small locker, "Yea but before… we had the same classes…. This time I'm all alone."
"Yea, I am too," Scott agreed, "We'll only see each other at lunch, and I've got Mr. Rami… Aiden told me he was mean."
"Don't trust everything Aiden says, he's a troublemaker- of course Mr. Rami didn't like him," Stiles commented. "You're like the perfect student, at least whenever I'm not around. I'm sure you won't have any problems with him." Seriously, the only time Scott got in trouble was when Stiles was caught talking with him in class when they were supposed to be quiet. They'd moved on to Scott's locker by now, Stiles was next.
"Yea, Stiles is lucky that he didn't get Mr. Rami. I have… Mrs. Strem, she's new so I have no idea what to expect," Isaac said, clutching the piece of paper that had his schedule on it.
Stiles smiled at both of his brothers, "Will you two calm down, it'll be fine! We'll meet up at lunch, by Scott's locker since it's the closest, just like we agreed. You both get to class, find good seats, I can stop by my locker by myself, okay?""
Scott and Isaac both nodded before parting ways; their classes were right next to each other while Stiles's was further down. Isaac was secretly glad that he wasn't the only one feeling really nervous about this. Scott had been just as upset to find out that none of them had classes together when they had gotten their schedules a few weeks ago. This was the first time the three of them would be separated since they'd become a family. He bravely squared his shoulders though and strode into his classroom, dropping into the first empty seat he saw. Then, in order to distract himself from the fact that his brothers weren't with him, he got out his notebook, a pencil, a sharpener, and an extra eraser. Isaac knew he could do this, once class actually got started and he had something to focus on, he'd be fine. Besides, it wasn't like he was starting a new school! He recognized quite a few kid in the seats around him, he would be okay. Just… keep the tears at bay until class started, then he'd be distracted. Deep down, Isaac knew that he'd be perfectly okay, and that once today was over, he'd realize that he'd overreacted! But, right now, it was hard to believe that. His hands were spinning the pencil on his desk, just a few more minutes and he'd have his distraction.
Across the hall, Scott was looking around his own classroom; after a moment, he spotted two friends and waved to them. Jessie and Tom were pretty cool, maybe he could sit by them! When they waved back, and Jessie pointed to the seat next to her, he hurried over. This was lucky! They might not be his brothers but they were fun, and he knew them pretty well. The three of them talked with each other until the final bell rang and Mr. Rami starting calling roll. Then, when Scott heard him call out a 'Lydia Martin' Scott giggled to himself and leaned over.
"Looks like your queen is here Stiles," he whispered, turning to tease his brother- surely there was a goofy, lovey-dovey look on his face right now! And Tom was looking back at him, absolutely confused. "Oh, sorry, I forgot… I'm used to Stiles…" This might be harder than he thought… Stiles always sat next to him, he was always there to share a funny comment about the lesson, and then Isaac would be in front of them, telling them to shush. But now it was Jessie next to him and Tom in the seat in front of her. He couldn't make fun of either of them for making lovey faces at Lydia. This wouldn't be the same without them…
Stiles proudly walked into his new class, waving to Mrs. Hald; he'd been super lucky… or maybe his dad had something to do with it, but he'd gotten one of his favorite teachers. Mrs. Hald ran the after school program and knew him pretty well. Hopefully that meant he wouldn't be getting into a lot of trouble this year in homeroom. As class started, and he looked around the room, it really sank in… his brothers weren't here… At no point could he just look up and make a face at Isaac, or look to Scott whenever the teacher said something confusing… His leg started to bounce and he chewed on his lip, Stiles started to doodle as is mind raced with thoughts of his brothers. Minutes when by and he was startled by Mrs. Hald crouching next to him all of a sudden.
"Having trouble concentrating?"
"Sorry Mrs. Hald…"
"I'm sure your brothers are doing just fine, but I'll tell you what, if it helps, go ahead and take the hallpass and go check on them. Just a quick peek in the window, no interrupting class now, got it?" she offered, smiling at Stiles.
He brightened, amazed that she'd let him do that. "Really? Thank you, I'll be right back, I promise."
She watched as he scurried out of the classroom. Mrs. Stilinski had warned him that this would be their first year in all different classes; she knew how much those three cared for each other so it wasn't really hard to guess what was on Stiles's mind. Hopefully once he saw that his brothers were getting along fine, he'd be able to concentrate a little better.
Stiles stood on his tiptoes and checked on Isaac first, easily spotting his curls in the second row. He looked really nervous but he was taking notes and Stiles couldn't see any tears. None of the other kids were giving him looks- Owen was on his right. Owen was nice, Isaac would be fine. Jackson was kinda mean but he was all the way in the fifth row, and honestly, he was only mean whenever Scott tripped on his shoelaces. Even Jackson knew about what happened with Isaac's dad and knew better than to pick on him, even if that was years ago. Satisfied, he hurried across the hallway and checked in on Scott. It looked like Mr. Rami had them all doing a 'get to know each other' thing; Scott was talking to Jessie and Tom, laughing and writing stuff down. Good. Stiles felt the knot in his chest loosen. They were both fine! But what kind of older brother would he be if he didn't at least check on them? And they didn't need to know, neither of them had seen him. Stile quickly went back to Mrs. Hald's class, smiling and nodding at her as he put the hallpass back on the wall. Now that he knew they were okay, he could maybe pay attention.