Hi, I'm Stiles, and this is how my day turned from bad, to worse.
*morning*
I stirred, stretching out my limbs towards the alpha that...was no longer there. "He must've left earlier." I thought to myself, reaching for my phone to check the time. 7:52.
"Shit!" I yelled, throwing the warm blanket off my body and running into the bathroom. "No, no, no! I can't be late again."
I got ready in record time, 10 minutes, and ran out the door. I sped to school (thank God for a bright blue Jeep and a get out of jail free card thanks to sheriff papa) and parked as I heard the first bell ring from inside. "Shit shit shit shit."
I bolted into Harris's class, and sighed as he turned to face me, slowly taking out a detention slip. "So glad you decided to join us Mr. Stilinski."
He handed me the pink slip, and I trudged off to my seat.
*later*
"Mr. Stilinski!" I jumped as a book hit my desk rather loudly. "Just because this class does not interest you does not mean its nap time."
"I'm sorry sir." I sat up, and ran my hand over my face as a few people snickered. I sighed, and looked at the clock. Only 5 more hours to go.
*lunch*
"Damn man you look rough." Scott said as I sat next to him.
"I feel rough." I laughed. "My alarm didn't go off this morning so I was late which made Harris give me Saturday detention, and then I fell asleep in Biology and Mr. Taylor just HAD to slam the book on my desk."
Isaac scoffed and took a bite of his sandwich. "That guy's a jerk."
"Tell me about it."
"Hey," Lydia said. "At least you get to see your hot alpha werewolf boyfriend after school. Maybe he could make you feel better." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"EW!" Scott pushed his food away from him. "Picturing my best friend with Derek Hale actually made me lose my appetite."
I snatched the food from in front of Scott, and took a bite. "I'm glad, because I forgot my lunch."
The warning bell rang, and I groaned. "I hate my life."
Isaac gave me a pat on the back. "Join the club buddy."
"At least you don't have to go to Calculus with the image of Derek making Stiles 'feel better'." Scott shuddered
I scoffed. "I wish I could go to calculus with that image."
"I never thought I'd say this but can we please talk about calculus?"
*in calculus*
"Alright I'm handing back your tests." Ms. Reed gathered her papers. "Remember, these are worth 1/3 of your final grade."
Scott turned to face me. "I'm totally gonna fail this test."
"You didn't study?" I asked.
He scoffed. "No, did you?"
I nodded. "For like three hours."
"Shit." He muttered under his breath, turning back around in his desk.
Ms. Reed handed me my test in the worst way possible. Upside down, and folded, along with a sympathetic smile.
"Dude!" Scott laughed. "I got a B!"
"I don't even wanna look at what I got." I winced, turning it over and sighing. D+.
"How the f-"
The bell rang, signaling the end of my horrific day, and I grabbed my backpack before bolting out the door.
*at the loft*
"DEREK!" I slammed the door behind me, throwing my backpack on the floor. I walked around the corner to see Derek reading on his couch, a pair of black rimmed reading glasses perched on his nose.
"Yes my love?" He asked, not looking up from his book.
"I had the worst day in the world." I sighed, flopping on the couch.
He closed his book. "I'm sorry baby."
I shrugged. "It's fine." I swung my leg over his lap as his hands instinctively went to my hips. "All I want right now is for you to grab my ass and kiss me in that way that makes my head spin so I can forget about my day."
Derek chuckled and looked up at me. "Or, I could make dinner, and we could cuddle and watch Netflix and I'll massage your shoulders."
I hummed, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I guess that sounds good too."
We laughed, and he leaned up to press a kiss to my lips, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him. I let out a moan, and he chuckled before pulling away. "I'll get started on dinner."
I rolled my eyes. "Cockblock."
He stood up, my legs still wrapped around his waist, and walked towards the kitchen, me laughing into his shoulder. "Don't drop me Hale."
"When have I ever dropped you?"
I tapped my chin. "That time on Fourth of July, the night we decided to-"
"I was drunk!"
"Excuses." I laughed, and sat on the counter as he turned around to start cooking. I guess my horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day wouldn't end so bad after all.
