The Vampire of Beacon-Hills [ENGLISH VERSION]

S4 : Chapter Fifty

STILES' POV :

Coach is explaining a new, never-ending economics concept, just like her class, when I hear a familiar voice behind my back whispering to me.

"Come on, let's go outside," my girlfriend suggests.

"What ?"

"Let's have fun."

"Elena, we're in class," I remind her.

"So ? It's super boring, don't say otherwise."

"You can't skip class whenever you want."

"But I don't give a damn about economics and you have great grades in it," she argues.

"Elena..."

"Plus, I really want you..."

I bite the inside of my cheek frantically. I can't resist when she says that. In fact, I can't resist her at all. And she knows it very well.

"Please."

I think for a moment and end up turning around to look at her. A big smile took place on her face as she stood up, taking that as approval, and walked silently towards the door.

"Lightwood, what are you doing," the coach asks.

"I'm going out," she answer bluntly.

She went out.

In terms of politeness with others, there is still progress to be made since she regained her humanity.

Two minutes later, I ask permission to go to the infirmary because I supposedly don't feel very well. I leave the room and walk down the halls trying to find my girlfriend.

A force grabbed my arm and pulled me into the storeroom. The door closed behind me and I didn't have time to understand what was happening before someone kissed me. I returned the kiss, smelling Elena's sweet perfume. After a few seconds, during which it becomes more and more intense, I move to speak. "We can't do that. Not here."

"Why not ?" she asks incredulously.

"First, because we're in high school and on top of that, we can be surprised at any moment."

Without answering me, she turns towards the door and breaks the handle, blocking the lock, thus blocking access to the room.

"And how do we get out now," I question her.

"I'll break down the door."

She takes off her t-shirt and starts kissing me again, undoing my belt but I stop her a second time.
"You can't do that."

"Do what ?"

"Degrade the school, be rude to people you don't like, not respect the rules, ..."

"Rules are made to be broken," she contradicts me, her eyes shining with mischief.