𖥻 ❙ ━ 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗞𝗜.
❛ OKAY, AND THEN WHAT? WHO SAVES YOU? ❜
tabitha hayek-geyer is a fresh breath of air,
a life guard, a chance to keep a float instead
of drowning in the super natural.
on...
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OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS I RECEIVED NUMEROUS EMAILS FROM AN ANNOYINGLY PERSISTENT BOY, "HI, TABITHA." THAT SAME BOY CALLS OUT, CLOSING MY LOCKER I MOVE TO WALK TO MY CLASS, IGNORING HIS VOICE.
"So, your notes are like really really good. I just had a pop quiz and I am pretty sure I nailed every question." Stiles says, catching up with me. Making me nod, "That's good, and why would you ever doubt me?"
"Sorry, I will never doubt you again."
"I will hold you to that."
"Have you had those AP tests yet?"
"Not yet, I have them in a couple of weeks."
"Why were you already studying then?"
"To be prepared."
"Damn," he mumbles, "I should study earlier then."
"It helps me, I have less pressure to know everything right away."
"Long-term memory."
"Exactly." I nod, "Wish I had that time for Latin." I puff out, not even wanting to think about the amount of work we will be doing this semester.
"Why do you even take Latin, it is a dead language, no one talks it anymore."
"My old school had it back in Massachusetts and many of the credit transferred over when I moved here."
"Do elementary school credits matter?"
"No, of course not. They only mattered when choosing a school. Our elementary school had a Latin class. That is why I went there. Colleges don't even look at middle school."
"Thank God." He sighs out, relieved. Smiling at his current state, humming at the end of the conversation, I turn the corner to walk into the class.
Not realizing the person following close behind, "Mister Stilinski, I do not think you are in this class."
