The Bite - Stiles Stilinski

Sleeping Beauty Could Never.

I walked into Econ with Scott and Stiles and as I took a seat, Scott spotted Allison nearing him. "Stiles, sit behind me dude." Scott whispered, panicking.

Stiles grabbed his backpack and stumbled over to the seat behind his best friend. Unfortunately, the brunette haired girl got there first and smiled as Stiles. He nodded and sat behind me, sighing quite loudly.

"Hey." Allison told Scott, siting down.

"Hey." Scott responded.

"I haven't seen you all day." Allison spoke.

"Uh yeah, I've been super busy." Scott said, sounding like he was in pain while he was talking to her.

This should be interesting.

"When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you." She asked.

"Uh, soon. Real soon." The werewolf nodded.

"I changed lab partners by the way." Allison informed him, smiling.

This should be very interesting.

"Oh, to who?"

If I could face palm right now, I would. I'm just gonna stick to face palming mentally.

"To you, dummy." She laughed.

"Me? I mean, are you sure?" He questioned.

"Yeah, this way I have an excuse to bring you home and study." She smiled at him, completely oblivious to the fact he was trying to avoid her all day. To save myself the pain and cringe, I decided to stop listening in and talk to Stiles instead.

I turned around and groaned quietly to him. "That conversation makes me want to hit myself with a pipe wrapped in barbed wire."

He looked at me and rested his chin on his hand. "Me too." He groaned, rolling his eyes when he heard Allison ask Scott to come over to her house.

Coach slammed a few books onto his table, officially starting the lesson. "Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading." He told the class. I looked down, avoid coach's crazy eyes. "Greenburg put your hand down, everybody knows you did the reading. How about McCall!"

"What?" Scott and I looked up.

"Not McCall number one." Coach responded.

"Who's number one?" I asked.

"You." Coach replied.

"Why me?" I asked again.

"I like you better than him." Coach spoke.

"Oh."

"Anyways, the reading." Coach wandered to behind his desk.

"Last night's reading?" Scott asked.

I guess I could see why he liked me better.

"How about the reading of The Gettysburg Address?" Coach replied sarcastically. A couple of students laughed at his words.

"What?" Scott replied, confused.

"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term 'sarcasm', McCall?" Coach asked.

Scott looked over Stiles and I. "Very." We both looked at each other with a proud smile.

"Did you do the reading or not?" Coach questioned him.

"Um, I think I forgot." Scott replied.

"Nice work McCall. It's not like you're averaging a D in this class. Come on buddy, you know I can't keep you on the team if you have a D." Coach told him.