Dancing in the Dark

Teenagers

                                                They're gonna clean up your looks
                                                  With all the lies in the books
                                                   To make a citizen out of you
                                                 Because they sleep with a gun
                                                   And keep an eye on your, son
                                         So they can watch all the things you do

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"We've been smoking a whole class period, hopefully the teachers won't suspect a thing," Stiles coughed slightly, making sure the smell of smoke left them.

Scott rolled his eyes, chewing a piece of mint gum. "Eh, the teachers stopped caring a long time ago." they walked down the hallway, and actually decided to go to their next class.

Stiles shoved through the students crammed together in the hallways. People yelling and lockers slamming as they shut them.

"What do we have next again?" Stiles reached his locker, and put in his combination.

"Dude, you should know your schedule. We've been in school for four months now, c'mon," his friend smacked him on the back. He rolled his eyes.

"Chemistry," he sighed angrily. He hated chemistry so fucking much.

"Shit," Scott muttered, Stiles hearing him curse under his breath. "I have all my books in my bag, so I'm good."

He grabbed his science book, binder, and that's it. He slammed his locked shut and turned around to walk around the corner to the science room.

Scott realized he was walking away and he jogged up beside him. "Dude, calm down, it's only an hour."

Stiles rolled his eyes. His head still throbbing. "I'm just not feeling well," he groaned, opening the door to the science room, seeing some students at the desks.

Scott snorted. "Yeah, ok," he said sarcastically. They set their books down at the two person desk, as the teacher brought her binder out to set it on the counter in front of the whiteboard.

The bell rang, class beginning it start. Stiles gritted his teeth together with the sudden noise.

"Take your seats," Mrs. Rogers said loudly, opening the textbook and adjusting her glasses. "As you all know, we have a new student today, Lydia Martin, so please make her feel welcomed."

Stiles looked at the ginger girl who turned around to smile at everyone and some people waved back and said 'Hi' to her. That face looks familiar...

Mrs. Rogers then looked at everyone warily, and realized something was wrong. The looks showed it all.

"Lydia, may you switch with Scott please? He's right next to Stiles," she said with less detail. Lydia got up, grabbing her books and she walked over to the desk.

"Which one, Mrs. Rogers?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Second row, to the right," she said plainly and she nodded. Scott got up, a smirk on his face. He patted his friend on the shoulder.

"You got a good one," he said teasingly. He walked over to the other seat on the left side of the room where Lydia had sat before.

She took a seat on the stool, and placed her books on the desk. She turned around and went to introduce herself, and her eyes widened. "You!" she hissed.

Stiles turned around and his head pounded. Fuck. It was her. The girl he had saved the other night.

"Oh, it's you," he said in a bored tone. Why was this day going by so slowly? "How's it going?"

She smiled softly. "Good," she smiled again.

"Ok, so for a project I will all assign you today," Mrs. Rogers had packets in her hands. She began passing them out. "This is a huge grade to remind you all. It's about an experiment you'll be doing."

Some people groaned.

"It'll be about creating light, not using any outlets by the way," she explained, as some people browsing through the packet.

"You'll be doing them with your desk partners, and it will be due in three weeks, giving you enough time to do your experiment, six page essay, and a hard copy of a PowerPoint."

More people groaned.

Stiles grind his teeth together. Lydia looked over at him and gave a small smile.

"Guess we should get started," she took out her notebook. Stiles raised an eyebrow.

"We've got time, we don't need to start today," he said plainly. Lydia gaped.

"We actually need to pass this, I'm not going to fail because of you—"

"Chill," Stiles soothed, and closed her notebook shut. She glared down at it and looked back up at him. Her eyes darting at his own eyes.

"I feel like this is going to be a long three weeks," she whispered, her eyes squinting. Stiles rolled his eyes and began doodling on his arm with a pen.

"No kidding ginger," he mumbled darkly. She only huffed and turned her head away.

'This is going to be a great few weeks...' Stiles thought darkly to himself.

                                            Because the drugs never work
                                           They're gonna give you a smirk
                               'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
                                        They're gonna rip up your heads,
                                               Your aspirations to shreds
                                        Another cog in the murder machine

                        They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me!

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