catalyst [2] ☆ tw

ii. LOVE TAP

CHAPTER TWO
LOVE TAP

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Later during Mr. Harris' class, Violet listened in as Stiles lent forward to talk to Scott while they took the millionth pop quiz that week. Violet had moved her seat to one in front of Stiles and next to Scott. Two weeks had seriously taken a toll on their friendship.

"Okay, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." Stiles started.

Who? 

"I know." Scott replied in dismay.

I need a name, damn it!

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles asked.

She?! I have to butt in but I only allow myself to do it once a day.

Violet squinted in mental anguish, the dilemma causing her pain and distracted her from the fact that both Scott and Stiles were now staring at her.

"Vi, are you okay?" Scott asked.

"What the hell are you two talking about? It's causing me mental anguish." Violet confessed.

"Lydia and Jackson...who else do we talk about?" Stiles asked. Violet shrugged before turning back to face Harris' desk and Stiles continued, "Anyway—"

"This is a pop quiz Mr. Stilinski, if I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career." Harris said, cutting Stiles off and lecturing him for talking like he'd done so many times before.

"You can't do that!" Violet exclaimed.

"Miss McCall don't make the situation worse for yourself." Harris warned.

"Vi, seriously, sit down, it's not worth the detention." Stiles said, leaning back into himself and staying quiet.

"I'll see you both at three for detention." Harris said. Both Violet and Stiles' faces dropped, "and yes, I can do that. Get back to your quizzes."

Minutes later, Jackson shuffled out of his seat and went running out of the room, leaving his stool on the floor behind him. Violet, Scott, and Stiles exchanged looks before all collectively looking over to Danny, to which the boy just shrugged.

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10 more seconds and we're free, Violet thought to herself and she and Stiles intently watched the clock on the wall, waiting for Harris to finally let them go. He had made Stiles and Violet sit apart to lessen the probability that they would talk as he graded papers, most of which were failures anyway.

As soon as the second hand hit 12, Violet and Stiles began shuffling out of the classroom so quickly that all that would've been left of them was a puff of smoke had Harris not told them to sit back down, earning a collective groan from both teenagers. "It's been an hour." Stiles tried.