Clair Moore has always had trouble saying no. So when her best friends go body hunting in the woods, of course she agreed to tag along. This one action causes a massive change in one of her friend's lives, and she is all but thrown into the hidden w...
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First period English, or, more formally known as the bain of Clair's existence. Particularly when the essay that she had done at the very last minute was being handed back.
Clair Moore normally took pride in her writing abilities. yet, with everything that had been happening, sitting down to write felt sluggish and forced. She was dreading that little red circle on the top of her page more and more as the teacher grew closer.
Stiles reached over to tap Scott aggressively on the shoulder, giving Clair something other than her impending doom to think about.
"If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he isn't the one who bit you, then who did?" there was a beat of silence as Scott tried to come up with an answer.
"I... don't know," He shrugged, absentmindedly twisly a pencil between his fingers. That answer didn't satisfy Stiles, who just leaned forward again, unable to sit still in his seat.
"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Scott sighed again, lazily rolling his head to acknowledge Stiles.
"I don't know," he said in a dejected tone. He was tired of all the new werewolf crap that he was having to deal with. Stiles leaned back aggressively in his seat, pursing his lips into a tight, dissatisfied line. He angrily tapped his eraser against the desk. Then his eyes lit up as if he had an epiphany.
"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"
"I don't know!" Scott spun around to shout at Stiles, causing both Clair and the sporadic boy to jolt in their seats; the entire class turned to look at the outburst. Stiles turned and smiled at Clair awkwardly, shrugging as if he had no clue why Scott would snap at him. The girl rolled her eyes and huffed.
Then, teacher reached the trio, handed out their papers. Clair took hers gingerly and scowled at the grade. She had gotten a 'C', it could have been a lot worse. At least she was still passing.
"Dude you need to study more," Stiles peaked over Scott's shoulder to look at his grade. The werewolf sighed in annoyance and ripped his paper out of Stiles's line of sight, accidentally displaying it directly to Clair . 'D-' it read. But she had no room to ridicule him, she was in a similar boat. "That was a joke," Stiles muttered, "Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?"
Clair leaned forward, reaffirming Stiles's request. "Yeah, Stiles and I are studying after school, you can join us if you want," Scott sighed and shook his head.
"No. Im studying with Allison after school today," Stiles's brows rose in surprise and he smirked down at his best friend. Clair rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what was coming.
"That's my boy," Stiles praised. Scott just deadpanned, turning his head back to give Stiles a bored look.
