UNLOVEABLE ─ s.stilinski

vi. nightwing

CHAPTER SIX
nightwing

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Rhys physically couldn't disagree with anyone when it came to opinions on Mr Harris, because the majority of them were negative and, well, Mr Harris was the definition of a negative person. That man made everyone's life a living hell, and chemistry was already a terrible subject without his presence. Hiring him as a teacher was probably the worst thing the school ever did. If you asked anyone with a brain, they would agree. Those were the thoughts in Rhys' head, while he burned holes in the back of Mr Harris' head as he wrote on a chalkboard at the front of the class.

Unfortunately, he was brought out of his vengeance coma when he heard Scott and Stiles' conversation happening behind him. He discreetly looked over his shoulder to see Stiles gesture with a pencil.

"You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something?" he shrugged.

"and did what?" asked Scott.

"Ate it," replied Stiles hesitantly.

Rhys turned back around with wide eyes and muttered 'what the fuck?"

"Did you have a question, Mr Lune?" Mr Harris questioned in a dispassionate tone, eyebrow raised.

"Nope," he shook his head, and the whole class turned to look at him.

"I heard you mutter something, would you mind sharing with the class?" His tone made it clear that there was no room for debate, but was Rhys one to do what he was told? no.

"Nope," he repeated, "I think I'll keep it to myself."

"Sorry, that wasn't an option."

"Well it sounded like one to me, so I'll keep it to myself." he shrugged, his face glowing red from all the attention.

Mr Harris let out a very exaggerated huff, "Detention tomorrow, Mr Lune, for not following instructions." he declared before turning back to the board.

Rhys held back the urge to jump up a strangle him, instead deciding to let his head bang on the table.

"Hey! I think they found something!" He heard Harley call from the opposite side of the room.

There was a scrape of stools as everyone went rushing to the windows. That was enough to bring Rhys out of his misery as he exited his seat, standing behind Stiles and Scott, going unnoticed.

He looked out the window to see two paramedics quickly wheeling a stretcher, with a middle-aged man on it, towards the ambulance. Scott turned to Stiles with a horrified expression.

"That's not a rabbit..." he said.

The paramedics were about to lift the stretcher into the ambulance when suddenly, the man jumped into a seated position and began screaming in fear. It caused a bunch of the students watching to flinch back, frightened.

"Okay. This is good. This is good! He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that," said Stiles, glancing anxiously at Scott.

Rhys' eyes widened as everything clicked in his head. "Wait, Scott...did you do that?" he said, finally making himself known.

"Oh my god," Stiles said, startled, "Where did you come from?"