Research [Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski]

The Video

Research - Chapter 4: The Video

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, nor any of it's characters. I only own Hope and her family, and nothing else.

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"Just a friendly reminder, parent-teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a C average are required to attend. I won't name you because of the shame and self disgust should be more than enough punishment. Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" Mr Harris, or as Hope likes to call him, Mr Dickface spoke to the entire class, just before Jackson entered the room.

Mr Dickface went over to Jackson once he sat down and put his hand on Jackson's back, making Hope raise her eyebrows. "Hey Jackson, if you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know." Jackson nodded while Hope rolled her eyes.

"Everyone, start reading Chapter 9. Mr Stilinski, try putting the highlighter down in between paragraphs, it is chemistry, not a colour book." Hope rolled her eyes, until her eyes caught sight of Stiles' textbook, and nearly laughed. He spat the lid out of his mouth and caught it.

"Hey, Danny, can I ask you a question?" Stiles leaned forward while Hope wondered what creepy and sexual direction this was going.

"No." Danny responded, and Hope smirked.

"Well I'm going to anyway, um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?"

"No."

"Can I ask you another question?"

"The answer's still no." Hope snickered at this, her eyes pretending to trail along the words.

"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?" 

"He wouldn't tell me."

"But he's your best friend-?" Stiles leaned forward slightly more, "One more question."

"What?" Danny demanded.

"Do you find me attractive?" Hope couldn't take it anymore - she burst out laughing at both the question, and Danny's reaction. Stiles the promptly fell out of his chair and Hope nearly ended up falling off of hers, tears escaping her eyes.

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Scott and Allison had been missing the entire day, so Stiles and Hope took it upon themselves to figure out what happened. Since they both knew that Jackson wouldn't tell them anything, they went to the next person who knew anything - Lydia.

Lydia's Mum knocked on her daughters door, and opened it. "Honey, Hope is here with her friend Stiles."

"What the hell is a Stiles?" Lydia asked, and Hope giggled.

Ms Martin sighed. "She took a little something to ease her nerves. You can go in."

"Thanks Ms M!" Hope nodded, letting them in and closing the door behind her.

"Hey Dia." she walked over and jumped onto Lydia's bed, grabbing her hand and holding it, "How you holding up?

"What are you doing here?" she asked Stiles, completely ignoring Hope's question.

"We were just making sure you were okay."

There was a moment of silence before Lydia spoke ,"Why?" she asked him, patting the bed beside her. Stiles, being the hormonal teenage boy that he is, nearly leaped over there, making Hope's all too familiar urge to punch him rise.

"Because I was-" Hope cleared her throat, signaling she was there, "Because we were worried about you."

"How are you feeling?" Hope asked her friend, as she played around with her strawberry blond hair.