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We are now in Harris' class, aka my own personal hell. This man is the spawn of Satan, I swear it. I am sitting beside Stiles and Scott is in front of him.
"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott says, turning toward us.
"Could have been animal blood." Stiles suggests. "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."
"And did what?" Scott asks
"Ate it." Stiles said with the 'duh' tone, blinking a few times.
"Raw?" Scott asks, eyes widening.
"No, you stopped and baked it in a little werewolf oven." Stiles says, usual level of sarcasm included. "I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."
"Mr. Stilinski," Harris' voice called from the front of the room and I rolled my eyes with a groan. "If that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." He says and Stiles scoffs. "I think you, Mr. McCall, and Ms. Maslen would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"No," Stiles half whines and I almost laugh at his attempt at every trying for it. Mr. Harris points at me and then to a seat at the back of the room and then to Stiles and a seat on the far side of the room.
"Why doesn't Scott have to move?" I grumble, gathering my books.
"To your seat, Ms. Maslen." Harris orders and I wish I had a knife to throw at his head.
"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much." Harris taunts.
"Oh trust me, I will." I grumble, sitting down and Harris glares at me.
"Hey, I think they found something!" The annoying, high-pitched voice of Sandy something called out from the front of the room and suddenly every person in the class moves to the window.
I stand between Scott and Stiles looking out the window. There's an ambulance parked in the lot, and paramedics are wheeling a gurney toward it with someone on it.
"It's not a rabbit." Scott says, looking at me and Stiles for a moment.
"No duh, Sherlock." I remark but they ignore me.
Suddenly the man on the gurney jumps up, yelling, and everyone in the class jumps back and collectively gasps. I notice Scott walking backward, looking horrified. He thinks he did this.
"Dude, dude this is good," Stiles says, putting a hand on his shoulder. "He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."
"Stiles," Scott says seriously. "I did that."
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"But dreams aren't memories, Scott." I say as we walk to our lunch table.
"But it wasn't a dream, Haley." Scott says, putting his plate down on the table. Stiles and myself sit across from him. "Something happened last night, and I don't know what."
"What makes you so sure that Derek even has the answers?" Stiles questions Scott.
"Because," Scott hisses, looking around him, making sure no one is listening. "During the full moon he wasn't changed, he had control, while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking a totally innocent guy!" Scott says and Stiles rolls his eyes.
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Over My Head ↣ Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction"You're over my head, I'm outta my mind, thinkin' I was born in the wrong time." Haley has known Scott and Stiles since Preschool. They've always been best friends, and they've always been the trouble makers. But when Stiles leads them out into the...
