Playing With Fire ➳ Stiles Stilinski [3]

Dead Crows And Tattoo

Skyler's P.O.V

Ten minutes into the class the principal walked in whispering something into Ms. Blake's ear.

Once the principal walked out she looked over in Scott's direction.

"Mr McCall." She called and I furrowed my eyebrows looking over at him.

She nodded her head to the door of the classroom and Scott grabbed his stuff making his way out.

I'd been staring at the back of Stiles' head for the entire class so it was pretty hard to be bothered by anything else.

Unfortunately for me, Stiles quickly turned round towards me and I raised my eyebrows giving him a sarcastic 'are you being serious?' look.

"Hey, can you hear what she's saying?" Stiles asked pointing outside the door and I forced myself to focus back on my notebook.

"No Stiles. Believe it or not, I'm actually not a supernatural dog." I whisper-yelled back.

To that, Lydia jutted her head at the both of us and looked back down. She was telling us off for talking.

"So what, the only special power you have is setting things on fire? You know that's useless right?"

He was taunting me. Annoying me. Telling me I was useless!

Anything I said about him being hot has flown straight out the window. All gone!

"You know instead of worrying about how useless I am, why not worry about something that matters? Heres a suggestion, maybe your education!"

"When have I ever worried about my education?" He proudly stated.

I narrowed my eyes at him in disbelief. How can a guy be so proud of that statement?

I like that guy. I'm a coward for the guy.

"I'm pretty strong too," I added.

"You are, are you?" He continued to mock me.

"Mhm. Very. So I suggest you turn back around and focus on that damn education of yours that you deem as useless before I make you."

We were now in a staring contest. And I was winning. A common occurrence. Probably because he lets me win.

Stiles finally gave in, huffing angrily while turning back around and I pumped a subtle fist of victory.

That's when Ms Blake walked straight back into the room going towards the chalkboard.

Lydia flicked her fist making a whipping sound and we both sent cold glares in her direction.

He was not whipped. He was...just nice enough to do what I said.

Having him whipped would mean him being my boyfriend and he's not.

Besides he doesn't listen all the time because a few minutes later he was looking around out of boredom before his eyes landed on Lydia's foot.

So does anything I say go through anyone's ears?

"Hey, Lydia," Stiles whispered finally getting Lydia's attention. Stiles pointed down at her foot. "What is that? Is that from the accident?"

"Why were you looking at her legs?" Was the first thing that came out of my mouth.

I placed a hand over my mouth while Stiles turned to face me with an unsure look.

"Would you rather I stare at something else?"

I shook my head still keeping my hand over my mouth to keep me from any other embarrassing statements.