Stiles was used to everything going bad and then getting worse. He was used to everyone being evil and out to get him. What he didn't expect was Haley Darby. A seemingly normal girl who, admittedly, had caught his attention before. She stumbled into...
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Hayley sat on Stiles' bed, in his bedroom and his house for the first time. His desk propped against one side of the room, his bed the other. Posters and photos filled his wall, the most eye-catching being the crime board developing on his one wall. Pictures and articles linking to everything going on pinned with red yarn between them, post-it notes stuck in a few places with theories Stiles had scrawled with his messy handwriting.
It was homely and undoubtedly Stiles.
Hayley smiled at the thought as she picked up heart of darkness, the book she was studying in English and flipped to where she last got to. Taking out her highlighters and writing in the small space with little annotations she can analyse further in her one direction notebook.
Stiles walked into the room with a few snacks and drinks for them to have whilst they study.
He had kept to his promise and had texted Hayley to come over so she could actually catch up on all her school work. The many lessons and free periods she had missed were starting to stress Hayley out.
The girl wasn't dumb by any means but she also wasn't so smart she could miss school and it not affect her grades. She needed to study to do well and Hayley wanted to do well. She had big plans for her future, plans that meant she needed at least semi-decent grades to achieve.
Hayley put a lot of pressure on herself at times.
Stiles got a few textbooks out his drawer inside his desk and placed them on the bed before getting on himself. He glanced at Hayley to see her invested in her book, scribbling words down she thought may be handy.
She was unknowingly biting her lip and, as Stiles had noticed, whenever she was concentrating hard on something a small crease would appear in between her brows. Stiles smiled as he saw exactly that.
She looked up, feeling his eyes boring into the side of her head and a grin spread across her face, mirroring Stiles'. She grabbed one of her highlighters, the coloured ink tracing over an important quote before placing it back into the line she had set out.
It was a system not to be messed with.
Except Stiles didn't know this and picked up her blue highlighter waving it about as he asked, "What's this?"
"An eraser dumbass, what do you think?" She replied sarcastically, trying to get the highlighter off him. He placed it really high up, stretching his arm out and going onto his knees so Hayley couldn't reach.
Hayley went onto her knees too, moving really close to him. Each time she lunged for the highlighter Stiles would move it the other side, "I know that." He said, still moving his arm out of Hayley's reach as he spoke, "I mean this." He used his free hand to gesture to the uneven line of coloured highlighters- Stiles had ruined her little order.
