In the middle of coaches class about safe sex you peered across the classroom and out of the window, watching the green leaves on the trees blow in the wind. Something caught your eye from inside the classroom. Or rather, someone.
Stiles was shaking his head at you frantically, obviously trying to get your attention from the third seat in of the second row. You raised your eyebrows at him, watching him nod in the direction of the white board. The word 'SEX' written messily in large letters across the board in white chalk. You looked back at Stiles, frowning slightly, not understanding a thing.
Your frown instantly was replaced with a smirk when Stiles held up his note book. A large '?' Written across the lined page, his eyebrows raised, a cheeky, questioning smile upon his lips. You let out a small laugh and held your hand up.
"Coach, can I go to the toilet, please?" You asked loudly and confidently. Trying to sound as innocent as you could. Nobody knew you were about to go get some in an empty class room.
"Can't you see I'm in the middle of teaching a lesson about how to keep mini devils from running the streets of this town? In case you haven't noticed..." coach began, he stopped for a brief moment before continuing. "This is important!"
You glared at coach, wide eyed. He then sighed and waved his hand in the air.
"Go on then! Be quick! You don't want to miss putting the condom on the banana, not like I want to!" He said. You quickly got up from your chair, sending a look in Stiles' direction. Him escaping would be the hard part.
Or so you thought.
You had just opened the door when you heard two loud bangs from the classroom. You turned to see Stiles rising to his feet.
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"Coach, I have some important business I need to tend to-"
"Ah ah Stilinski! No you don't!" Coach corrected, making Stiles stop in his tracks. "If I have to endeavour this! So do you!"
You exchanged a glance with Stiles, just before he made a run for the door, pushing you fully through it, taking your hand and running down the hallway, ignoring coaches calls to get back to the classroom.
