A Hale of a Teacher

Chapter Twenty

Stiles POV
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Claire and I headed to my house after what had just happened. And after a few minutes of silence...

"I can't believe he actually did that," Claire murmured.

"He didn't try to, the werewolf instinct must have just taken over," I said.

"Then how come it didn't happen to you?" she questioned.

"I guess I have more control."

"Or maybe you don't have anger issues and your dad never abused you... but hey, whatever helps you sleep at night," Claire grinned.

"I like my answer better," I pouted.

Claire smiled then took off her hoodie, "Since it seems I'm staying the night, I might as well get comfortable." She was wearing a crop top and it definitely made her look super attractive. Well more 'super attractive' than usual.

"Whoa," I murmured quietly.

"Shit, Stiles, do you smell that?" Claire suddenly jumped up.

"Smell what?" I said jumping up as well.

"Its the smell of," She paused to think for a second.

"Of what?" I said anxiously.

"The smell of you being aroused." She started to laugh.

"Stop." I blushed.

She continued to laugh, "C'mon, you know its true... and funny as hell."

"Fine," I smiled, "Want to watch a movie?"

"Depends, what movies do you have?" she asked.

"There over there," I said pointing to the pile of movies.

"I've seen all these before," she grumbled.

"You can watch a movie more than once," I laughed.

"But I don't want to," she whined.

"Then what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know it's your house," she said.

"Oh, let's have a drawing contest!" I said.

"Sure why not, what do we draw?" she asked.

"I'll draw a werewolf and you draw a kitsune," I said with a smile "I'm smart."

"Are you sure you're smart.," she smiled as she picked up a notebook and began to draw.

I was going to draw myself.

Halfway through drawing my picture, I decided that this was a bad idea cause my werewolf looked like crap.

I tried to sneak a peak of Claire's drawing but she smacked me in the face with a book. A hardcover book.

"Meanie."

"Oh shut up, it's not like it hurt you, Wolf Boy."

I chuckled and went back to drawing.

"Done," I cheered hoping mine would be better than hers.

"I'm done too," she said with a smirk on her face.

"You first," I said.

She held up her notebook, "It's not that great but... Its a Kawa Kitsune. A river kitsune."

Her drawing was amazing. It was a realistically drawn girl sitting criss cross with her hands held out. Floating above each hand were a large drop of water. Her hair was a dyed blue and her eyes were the same shade of blue as her hair. Her eyes seemed to stare into my soul.

"Holy shit thats amazing. I didn't know you were such a good artist." I exclaimed.

Claire blushed, "Alright, well lets see yours."

After seeing Claire's drawing, there was absolutely no chance mine was better.

I held up my drawing, and cringed waiting for laughter.

"Is.. Is that you?"

My drawing was crudely drawn. But I had my claws out and was shirtless. My eyes glowing gold.

"Maybe," I responded blushing.

"Are those abs?"

"Maybe."

She started to laugh, "That is possibly the worst drawing I've ever seen... Can I have it?"

"You really want it?" I asked.

"Yeah," she responded.

"Why?" I laughed.

"I don't know, its funny. It's nice," she smiled.

"Sure," I said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"So-" she started but I cut her off.

"Shhh," I hushed her quickly.

"What?" she questioned.

"My dad is coming and he's not happy," I whispered as my dad burst through the door.

"Don't interrupt me tonight, Stiles," My dad muttered, obviously stressed.

I looked at Claire and raised an eyebrow, "Something up with the police?"

"I'm not telling you," He answered.

"Whats going on? Tell me." I begged.

My dad sighed, "You're going to continue to bother me if I don't, aren't you?"

I nodded ecstatically.

"Did you take a lot of Adderall?" My dad shook his head disapprovingly.

"Possibly," I chuckled nervously. 

Claire stifled laughter in the background.

"There's some wild boy running around Beacon Hills. Killing basically anything and anyone. I honestly think he's just a frightened young boy who's seen something he shouldn't of. School is canceled until the boy is found," My dad explained.

"What's his name?" I asked.

My dad scratched his head thinking, "It was something Mexican..."

"Something Mexican?" Claire glanced at me worried.

I caught on quickly and nodded my head, "Something like Andy Suede?"