Research [Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski]

Tension

Research: Chapter 7 - Tension

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf nor my emotional stability after 3x23. I only own Hope and her family - and if you find my emotional stability please send it to me via airmail.

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The weekend was stressful for the Kennedy family. After the little fiasco at the school on Wednesday night Hope had been on lock down, which of course made her joke with her sister that she hated their father because he was a jerk. So when Monday came Hope had to force herself to revive from the zombie-like state she had succumbed to.

"It's so weird - everybody's talking about what happened the other night and nobody knows it was us." Allison said to Hope and Lydia as they walked out from home-room.

"Thank you for the protection of minors." Lydia sighed dreamily, and Hope nodded in agreement.

"Lydia, Hope, do you think I made the right decision?" Allison asked them with a worried tone.

"About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely." Lydia scoffed, and Hope rolled her eyes with an amused smile.

"You know what I mean."

"I'm morally obliged to be on both sides, so I'm no help in this situation." Hope shrugged, standing on her tip-toes and putting her head on Allison's shoulder.

"Uh, hello." Lydia deadpanned. "Scott's locked us in a classroom and left us all for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges."

"We're underage - we can't press charges - and my Dad will hit one of us before he pressed charges on Scott McCall." Hope told her, annoyed. With that, she strutted off angrily. 

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Hope took her seat behind Stiles, before practically choking on tension when Scott walked into the room.

"Is it just me or did it just get incredibly awkward in here?" Hope whispered to Stiles, leaning over her desk. His head whipped around, nearly colliding with hers. They both jumped back, before Stiles responded with a sarcastic nod.

"I can feel it in my very soul." he responded, gesturing his neck.

"What soul?" she grinned, and he flicked her with his pencil playfully.

"Look who's talking."

Mr Harris began drawling about his regrets of becoming a teacher, and Hope wrote her name carefully on the front cover, before flipping it open and beginning.

Not within 5 minutes of the test Scott had already run out, and Hope looked at him in shock. He was already failing chemistry, why give Harris another reason to hate him? Sometimes she swore that boy was asking for a death wish. Stiles ran after him, and Hope rolled her eyes. She had to admit, she adored how much Stiles cared for his friends, but it was a chemistry exam - and it was kind of important.

Adored? she mouthed to herself, tapping on the edge of her desk, attempting to think of the answer to the next question. Did I just say that I freaking adored Stiles? she thought, crossing out the answers she thought were correct. There is no way I 'adore' Stiles Stilinski aka Stiles. My Stiles. Hope flipped over to the last section of the test - the written work. She groaned mentally, before bullshitting it - writing a bunch of scientific-sounding words that made her sound like she actually gave a shit about chemistry.

My Stiles....

She snapped her booklet shut, double checking for her name, and handed her paper to Mr Harris, and strutting out of the classroom.