•puzzle• TEEN WOLF(1)

Act I Scene III

Little Love Notes

Embry's head shoots up. Someone is banging on her door. She rips her headphones out, shuffles her drawings around, and yells for that someone to come in.

"I've been banging on your door for five minutes. You need to get ready," It's Scott.

"Oh shit," Embry slams the door and pulls on black high waist skinny jeans, a grey long sleeve crop top, and white converse. She throws her hair in a messy bun, brushes her teeth, puts on her eyebrows, and swipes on mascara. She finishes with chapstick, grabs her phone/headphones, her bag, and runs out her door.

"Okay, I'm ready!" Embry takes the stairs two at a time and meets Scott by the door.

"Finally, I thought I'd have to wait forever," Scott jokes. Embry rolls her eyes. Remembering what happened the night before. She convinces herself it was a dream. They walk outside towards Scott's death trap, it's like its begin held together with duct tape and sadness.

"Nope, nah, I'm good I'll walk there. I ain't gettin on that thing," Embry shakes her head. Scott chuckles.

"Yes you are, come on," Scott climbs on the bike, Embry hesitantly gets on the bike. Holding on as tightly as she can.

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The bell rings, waking the sleeping McCall. She stands, grabs her bag, and shuffles to her next class.

"Hey Em," Stiles wraps an arm around Embry's should, making the girl blush.

"Hey, Stilinski," Embry chuckles. People rush around all round them.

"What ya doing, shorty?"

"Hey, don't make fun of my height. I get it from mom. And I'm going to bio right now," Embry rest her head against Stiles shoulder.

"Well I knew that," Stiles rolls his eyes playfully, "Wanna sit with me?"

"Is that even a question?" Embry giggles.

"No, I'm guessing it's not," Stiles laughs as they walk in class. Em takes her seat, Stiles sitting behind her. Scott enters the room, Allison right next to him. Scott sits in front of Embry, Allison to his right.

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In the middle of zoning out for the gazillionth time, someone taps her shoulder. She turns to find Stiles grinning. Embry just pulls up an eyebrow. Stiles hands her something. A note. Embry opens it and reads it over.

I'm sooo bored -S Is written in messy handwriting at the top.

Same. When will this class end -E Embry passes the note back to him.

I know right. Hey, will you stay and watch practice with Allison and Lydia after school? -S Embry thinks it over. Scott is her only ride.

Yeah. I'll stay. I'll probably read or draw or something. I don't really understand sports -E The McCall admits. Hoping it won't hurt his feelings that she isn't paying attention.

Okay, that's cool. As long as you're there -S Stiles smiles as he hands the note beck to her. Embry's heart rate picks up and she blushes as she reads it.

You're to kind, Stiles Stilinski -E Scott can hear his sisters heart speeding. He just chuckles to himself. Embry gets the note back.

Only for you lol -S

Stopppp iiittt -E

Whyyyy lmao -S

You're making me blushhh -E

lolololololololol -S Embry smiles down at the letter.

"Passing notes, are we Mrs. McCall?" The teacher calls from the front of the room. Embry's face heats up, her breaths quicken, and her heart is going 100 miles an hour, "Care to share with the class?" Embry hangs her head, trying to control herself before she has a panic attack, "Well?"

"It's was my fault," A voice speaks behind her. Stiles... He's gonna get in trouble for her and it's going to be her fault. Oh no, is the only thing running through her head. Scott turns to look at her. Tears gather in the corner of her eyes.

"Then do you care to read it Mr. Stilinski?" Stiles grabs the note and unfolds it.

"I'm sooo bored from S. Which is me of course," Stiles draws out the o in so, "Same. When will this class end from E. That's Embry. I know right. Hey, will you stay and watch practice with Allison and Lydia after school?, S. Talking about lacrosse. Yeah, I'll probably read or draw or something. I don't really understand sports, E. Which I didn't know she could draw, did you know that?" Stiles gets side tracked.

"Okay, Mr. Stilinski, we don't need to hear anymore of your dumb highschool romance. Just no more passing notes in my class," The teacher rolls his eyes and goes back to his lesson. Stiles place a hand on her shoulder. Embry relaxes without even realising. Embry blinks, breathing out slowly. The panic attack stops before it even starts.

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Hello sluts. I love you guys for reading this. Thanks. ALso, I think I'll be updating every saturday? Maybe, probably. Idk yet. Thanks for reading.
-Sam
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