Teen wolf one shots BoyxBoy

Tick Yes Tick No I still love you (Stisaac)

Requested by @wickeds_mockingjay . Thanks hope this is good

Stiles pov:
Stiles quirked an eyebrow while he watched Mr. Harris balance the equation on the blackboard. Their teacher had his back turned away from them as he worked so he didn't know that Stiles had his hand raised until he finished and his face instantly turned accusing, like Stiles was going to cause trouble rather than ask a question or give input that might have actual merit to the lesson. Stiles couldn't be surprised by this response though.

He still had no idea what he did to make Mr. Harris hate him so damned much, but today he just wanted to get through the lesson and believe it or not, he enjoyed balancing chemical equations - there was something almost melodic about the process that Stiles just couldn't seem to bring himself to groan about like the rest of the class. Mr. Harris had continually given him an 'F' on almost all of his equations even though they were all correct because he said that Stiles was being 'flashy' about his solutions.

"Uh, Mr. Harris, wouldn't it be easier if you just-" Stiles began to point out in his most innocent voice possible, but he should have known better than to even try.

"I think it would be easier if you just stayed for detention, Mr. Stilinski, since you obviously know more about Chemistry than I do. You can make my lesson plans for me," Mr. Harris snarked and Stiles just sighed because honestly, he was too used to this to really be phased at this point. He looked apologetically over at Scott and Isaac whom he was supposed to be playing video games with after school that afternoon. Apparently they would be forging on through the arid lands of Pandora without him. He gave them a shrug and mouthed, 'what are you gonna do?' and jerked his head toward Mr. Harris and then pointed to his own chest, indicating that their teacher obviously had a vendetta against him that would never be sated.

Isaac was staring at Stiles intently with his baby blues and eventually an evil smirk grew across his illustrious cheekbones. Not that Stiles thought he had illustrious cheekbones or anything. It was common knowledge that Isaac was a good looking guy, obviously, and Stiles was secure enough in his masculinity to appreciate another guy's beauty - no, not beauty! attractiveness, dammit! - when he saw it. Isaac was attractive, it was just a fact, okay?

Isaac was apparently up to no good though and when Mr. Harris turned his back to balance another equation, he pilfered an eraser from an unsuspecting neighbor who was so busy taking notes she didn't notice it had been misappropriated until it was soaring across the room and smacking their chemistry teacher in the back of the head with an audible thump. He had definitely put some werewolf strength behind that throw, because their teacher looked livid when he swung around to identify the culprit and Isaac just busted out laughing - large and bright and crinkling at the corners of his eyes with his head thrown back for exaggerated emphasis. Stiles really didn't understand what he was attempting to do, besides the very obvious wish for getting himself killed. Maybe Mr. Harris hadn't been the master of the kanima, but that did not make Stiles any less convinced that Mr. Harris was a sadistic maniac.

"Mr. Lahey, it seems you have decided to stay for detention with Mr. Stilinski. How droll that you would choose to lower yourself to the intellectual level of a mere performance monkey," he stated while looking right at Stiles. Seriously?

"I'll try to contain myself from flinging poo," Isaac replied and a few people laughed. Mr. Harris deemed that unworthy of a response apparently, because he went and sat at his desk and told them to work on the rest of the equations on their own. Stiles snuck a glance at Isaac who looked smug and offered him a genuine smile that definitely reached his eyes. Stiles smiled back in response, rolling his eyes and returning to his doomed-to-fail equations.

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"Why'd you do that?" Stiles asked under his breath when Mr. Harris was shuffling through some papers at his desk. He kept his head facing the paper of equations in front of him but his eyes were gazing to his right where Isaac sat next to him in detention that afternoon. It didn't really matter how softly Stiles spoke, of course, since Isaac would be able to hear him without any trouble thanks to his werewolf sensibilities.