𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | stiles stilinski

𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆

"have you just realised we have the same class?" aurora asked stiles, after seeing the confused look on his face as they both entered mr harris' class.

"no, definitely not, no way." stiles stuttered awkwardly.

"mr stilinkski and miss hale, stop talking and sit down!" mr harris ordered.

"i'll kick his ass one day." aurora muttered to stiles as he sat down next to her.

stiles let out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. 

scott arrived to the class a few minutes later and sat in front of aurora and stiles. 

scott turned to aurora and stiles. "maybe it was my blood on the door." he wondered.

"could have been animal blood." stiles told him. "you know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"would've been a large rabbit." aurora muttered, whilst taking her notes, she felt stiles nudge her and she looked up at scott. "i'm not wrong?" she shrugged, going back to taking her notes.

"what if it was a rabbit? what would i have done with it?" scott asked.

stiles shrugged. "ate it."

"raw?" scott asked in horror.

"no, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven." stiles sarcastically told him, making aurora let out a small laugh. "i don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."

"mr stilinski. if that's you're idea of a hushed whisper, you might wanna pull the headphones out every once in a while." mr harris spoke up, his eyes flickering from aurora, stiles and scott. "you know, i think you, miss hale and mr mccall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

aurora rolled her eyes at the man.

"no." stiles replied to him. 

mr harris pointed at scott and directed him to another table, then did the same to stiles placing the three away from each other. 

"let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much for you all." mr harris remarked, making aurora roll her eyes again. "miss hale, roll your eyes again-"

"or what?" she sat up, glaring at the man, her head tilted slightly.

a few snickers were heard from around the classroom. 

mr harris looked around the room. "out." he told her.

aurora raised her hands in defense, grabbed her things, and left.

...

aurora found scott and stiles at lunch, they grabbed their food and began to walk to a table. they had told aurora the man wasn't dead but very injured. 

"but dreams aren't memories." stiles told scott.

"could've been the alpha who turned you. maybe trying to mess with your head." aurora shrugged.

the boys ignored her, still thinking derek was the alpha.

"then it wasn't a dream." scott told them, as they sat down. "something happened last night, and i can't remember what."