Little do you know (Steter)

Chapter 12

When Stiles woke up the next morning he groaned and closed his eyes again as quick as the had been open. "F-fuck...", he whined and tried to get up without sitting on his butt. After about 5 minutes he was standing and pulled his boxers down in front of the mirror to look at his bruised skin. "That's gonna be a great day. Just great...", he rolled his eyes and pulled them up again before trying to find pants that weren't too tight and wouldn't cause extra friction. Choosing sweatpants in the end he got dressed and grabbed an apple heading out towards his Jeep and carefully sat down groaning yet again before driving off to school.
"Good morning Stiles!", Scott laughed and slapped his shoulder in a friendly manner like he did daily. "Yo Scott.", he replied smiling and started to walk to the lockers with his friend besides him. "Heard of the party?", the taller one asked and Stiles shook his head. "Which one?", he asked frowning. "Lydias annual party... There's rumors about it being even bigger this year.", he spoke and finished once they stopped in front of their strawberry blonde friend. "Hey there boys! The rumors are right! It's gonna stay in minds.", she grinned and winked at them both causing them to just shake their head smiling. She always said that.
Once the bell rang they all jumped and their eyes widened. "Damn!", Scott mumbled and grabbed his bag rushing to his biology class followed by Lydia. How she was able to run in those heels still was a mystery to Stiles. Seconds after that thought he shook his head, grabbed his bag and headed to class. He carefully sat down and made himself comfortable in his usual spot when his phone vibrated.
Big Bad Wolf: Good morning babe. Hope your butt isn't too bad? ;)
He sighed and locked his phone wanting to put it away when he remembered the Hales rules and got it back in his hands.
Stiles: It's okay daddy... I always remember the rules when I sit down...
He typed and pressed send before lock-in his phone and finally concentrating on Economics. After all he was quite dependent from Coach, because he wasn't keen on just sitting and watching the next few games. Plus he had a habit of reading texts of students out loud when they used their phone in class and well, that would be bad. Really bad, he thought just when his phone vibrated again. Great. So either punishment by the coach or by peter...

//P.S. Im back <3 Did you miss me?