Wolfsbane (MTV'S Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction)

Disco?

I turned the page in my book, ignoring the constant sound of douchebags. This damn school never shuts up.

"Look what we have here." Lydia said, sitting down beside me. I marked my page, putting it back in my bag.

"What do you want, Lydia?"

"Oh, why would anyone want anything from you. Except for Stiles."

"I'm pretty sure you marked the teritory with your stunt."

"That? Oh that was just for fun."

"Can you fuck off, bitch? I mean, I was reading."

"No, I can't. So, what are you and Stiles. Did you, ya know."

"No!" I frowned even more.

"I was going to say DTF, but it's okay if you took a ride on his disco stick."

"No one has ever taken a ride on Stiles' disco stick, I mean, its Stiles." I groaned, standing up and walking away.

"It's nice to know you lost the V card." She called.

"I may have, but it certainly wasn't to Stiles, bitch." I turned down the hall.

"Yolo." Stiles greeted.

"Not in the mood, dumbass."

"Still on the name thing? Could you at least call me something cool like MC Stilinski? You know, because it rhymes."

"Shut up." 

"Or Stiles Stilinski, the guy dating Laurel Lahey."

"Stop with the nickn- wait, what?"

"Si."

"You can't even ask someone out right."

"I try, I try."

"God, Lydia was wrong."

"Whyyyy? What did she say?"

"There was talk about taking rides..."

"On ponies?"

"On disco sticks."

"Disco sticks? You mean a stripper? Wait, oh, I get it."

"Durrr."

"Who's we talking about?"

"Erm.. Yours."

"Like how massive my d-"

"NO MORE TALKING." I covered his mouth. He licked my hand, yet I kept it there.

"Your one tough nut."

"I wonder where Wade is."

"Wade is gone, he skipped le school today."

"Shittalkin mushrooms."

"I don't get it.

"Shit talking mushrooms? Your supposed to be smart."

"So you think." I rolled my eyes, then the bell rang and class started... which was implied... but yeh. whatever.