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Friday was not the day Arte was supposed to attend school. It had been arranged for her to begin on Thursday but that had gone as well as the one time she'd let Stiles ride her motorcycle.
She'd woken to Stiles a few inches from her face, screeching about her lying the entire time── she was fairly certain he'd mentioned something about sacrifice and pinky promise but her thoughts had been sluggish and all she did was shove him off and onto the floor. The rest of the day had been spent with Scott's apologies for telling Stiles, Stiles demanding the truth── and nothing but the truth── and Arte buying school supplies and giving the boys more half-truths than she did their respective parents.
The only saving grace she had was getting to spend the first hour in the office, getting her schedule, parking pass── if she was going to suffer she'd at least suffer in style and had registered her bike as her vehicle. Everything else was boring or spiel she'd gotten on and off. This wasn't the first time she'd attended a public school or even the first time she did so in the name of work── it was, however, the first time she'd been on the opposite side of the spectrum and the last thing she figured she'd be doing ever again.
When it was all said and done, the first class── which was math── had ended. Rather than get shown around, Arte mimicked a normal teen by scurrying off and keeping her head bent. Most of the kids knew of her and given the fact she was seen with Stiles and Scott, it was assumed she was homeschooled.
The sad fact was Beacon Hills wasn't filled with highly intelligent and overly analytical people and the ones who were intelligent and analytic were the ones who didn't need to be. Regardless of all this, the plan was in motion and Arte was stuck riding it out until Scott was safe── or as safe as any werewolf could be. Arte liked to think she wouldn't spend her entire life lying to Scott but maybe that was wishful thinking.
By the time the second bell rang it was time for English── something Arte enjoyed but only because it reminded her of Deaton and how he always had his nose crammed into some book when he wasn't working or golfing──, the latter seemed boring to her the few times she tagged along but she'd gotten a free lunch out of the ordeal.
Entering the class she didn't bother looking at the students, she handed Mr. Curtis her slip and pursed her lips, offering a timid smile as he signed it and passed it back with the simple instruction of sit wherever── which she opted to sit in the back of the class in Scott's row.
A paper ball landed on her desk in tandem with the third and final bell ringing. Pursing her lips she shot a look to Stiles who gestured at it. Heaving a sigh she uncrumpled the paper only to see he'd scribbled something she wasn't able to decipher much of── she did recognize a few words but she didn't reply. Instead, she crumpled the ball up and launched it at Scott's head, smirking as it sailed past two others and slammed into the back of his head. Some of the kids chuckled or giggled as Scott spun and peered at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw. Arte jerked her chin to Stiles who only waved── Mr. Curtis began the class.
