All We Are

Epilogue

DISCLAIMER/AN: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. THE BAD NEWS IS I PROBABLY WON'T HAVE A NEW STORY FOR YOU GUYS UNTIL JANUARY, IT'S GOING TO COVER 3A AND B AND IT'LL BE CALLED "CARRY THE FIRE." I DO HAVE A THIRD STORY I'M MAPPING OUT AS WELL THAT WILL JUMP FORWARD TO WHEN CHARLIE AND THE GANG ARE ADULTS. THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME AND HAPPY READING.

EPILOGUE:

"Don't start until I tell you to- looking at you there Greenberg. You guys got 50 minutes when I say times up that's it, no going back, and no do-overs. If I catch any of you little brats cheating you're not only failing the test you get a one-way ticket to seeing my beautiful face every day in summer school." Finstock told us handing out our economics final exam.

I bit my lip when I looked at the questions. I really should have studied more but between helping Sydney give dad werewolf lessons, and getting to know Jackson as a person and not as the asshole formerly known as Jackass I barely had any time to spend with the boys and Isaac much less study for finals. And that wasn't counting the dead-end training sessions with Deaton. Two months and she still wasn't any closer to figuring out her powers, and Usud was more of a pain in the ass than he was a help.

God, I hope Greenberg transfers next year.

I glared up at Coach. That was a rude thing to say, especially with Greenberg sitting right there. I shot Coach a glare.

"What's your problem Stilinski?" Finstock asked, moving a hand to his hip.

I looked from him to Greenberg hoping that emphasized the point, but he and Greenberg both looked at me confused. Oh well, not my circus not my clownfish right?

"Nothing," I said looking back at my paper.

Jesus, what happened to this generation of Stilinksis? They're all weird. Steve was never weird like this. I mean yeah we dared each other to streak through the preserve naked before State, but it was State. And nothing bad happened- besides losing a testicle of course but at least I don't have to deal with bratty kids- after work anyways.

I looked around the classroom. Was no one seriously hearing this?

God, please let me pass this test. My Mom's gonna send me to Granny Alice's for the summer and she smells.

I looked over to Robin McIntire, but she wasn't talking.

What was that thing about Micro-Economics again?

I wonder if Max is gonna grow a pair and ask me out already.

I wonder if Jackson's still single.

Lydia might be crazy, but I'd still do her.

Why can't Finstock make these tests easier?

I'm so gonna fail.

Maybe if I pass the test, Finstock will like me.

"Stilinski what the hell is wrong with you?" Finstock asked.

I was holding my head and shaking.

Looks like Lydia Martin's got competition for town whack job.

What's her problem?

I bet she's faking it to get out of the exam.

"I need to go," I said grabbing my bag and running out the room. I could still hear them out in the hallway, not to mention the dozen or so other classes.

Is she having an episode? Should I call Steve? I should definitely call Steve maybe he'll bring that hot cousin of theirs Sydney. Not that that's important, Charlie's important, I'll call Steve if he happens to bring Syd it's just a bonus.