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Stiles gazed as subtly as he could at the girl laying on her stomach on his bed, she had her school books and notes spread out in front of her. She cursed aggressively in French every five minutes, at her hair for being in her face.
Luella stared at the pages in front of her calmly, then suddenly tossed her copy onto the ground, making Stiles choke down a laugh. Nearly two seconds later, Lu squinted at the copy and scrambled to get it back. She then held her pen so close to the paper, just, waiting for it to do its thing, but when nothing happened she huffed and ran her fingers through her hair.
"I will literally pay you, to do this for me," Luella sighed to Stiles, who quickly glanced away, then feigned surprise and turned back.
"What is it?" He asked, as if he hadn't been studying her for the past ten minutes.
"Fucking triangles, like who is cos, and-and san, or tan, like-, what?" She stressed, Stiles lifted his eyebrows, but this time, in real shock.
He had never seen the girl actually stressed about schoolwork, she was always pretty happy working away with no questions or stress. She was claimed to be a gifted child by the age of eight, but only if you paid very close attention, could you see that she was slowly wearing down.
Stiles skipped over to the bed and plopped down beside Luella, his eyes scanning over her notes, little doodles poking out from every angle.
Luella grinned and rolled atop of him, pulling her hands around his front, as her cheek rested on his back, listening to his heartbeat, which suddenly seemed oddly fast.
Stiles smiled at her actions and let out a small laugh at Luellas drawing of Mr Rush, their math teacher, and his bubble butt he likes to shove in people's faces while helping other students.
"La prochaine fois que je verrai Mr Rush je vais l'étrangler avec un de ses putain de triangles," (Next time I see Mr Rush I'm gonna strangle him with one of his fucking triangles,) Luella muttered softly, feeling as though she could fall asleep breathing in Stiles' scent.
"I have no idea what you just said, but I support you no matter what," Stiles joked, feeling Luella grin. He then showed her a much simpler way to finish her homework, getting a big kiss on the cheek in thanks. Stiles rolled over onto his back, his breath hitching when he realised he just moved the two, so Luella was straddling him.
Luella let out a sigh of content and rested her head on Stiles' chest. Then after a couple seconds panic, Stiles reached up to play with Luellas hair, reminding him of when they used to have movie nights and cuddle up on the couch.
"Hey em," Stiles started, gazing up at his ceiling, "do you-, do you like Issac," he paused, "that boy from lacrosse today?"
Luella sucked in a breath and lifted her head to rest her chin on Stiles', chest, Stiles not taking his eyes off the ceiling.
