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robinonadderall) wrote2013-06-22 08:47 am
robinonadderall) wrote2013-06-22 08:47 am
Beacon Hills High School | Afternoon
Another school year at Beacon Hills High School, another year of Stiles trying to pretend he was still a student. Finstock had accepted Stiles' presence easily, but Finstock was...well he was Finstock. Other teachers had more sense than that.
"Dude, I looked up deer collisions last year; there were 247,000 but that was from ones crossing the road," Stiles told Scott as they walked down the hallway. "This one last night was charging right up the middle."
"I think I'm going to ask Derek about my tattoo," Scott said, clearly not hearing anything Stiles was saying. "He's got the triskele tattoo on his back so there has to be a way to do it without healing, right?"
Stiles stopped and pointed at one of the missing person flyers for Boyd and Erica. "Don't you think Derek has his hands full?"
It was weird being in an actual classroom after being used to Fandom. Nobody really paid Stiles any attention as he took a seat between Scott and Lydia. Not surprising, since nobody really noticed him even when he was a student here. After giving Scott a thumb's up for a truly pathetic interaction with Allison when she walked into the classroom Stiles was surprised when every phone in the classroom started ringing---except his own.
Stiles leaned over to glance at Scott's phone. It looked like someone had sent the whole classroom some quote from a book Stiles hadn't read. The answer to the question of 'who the hell sent this' was answered when a pretty brunette (obviously the new teacher) stepped into the room and started reading the text from her own phone.
"...The offing was barred by a blank bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the utmost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky--seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness," Ms. Blake read, looking up from her phone and at the class when she was finished. "This is the last line of the first book we're about to read. It's also the last time you will receive a text in this class. Phones off, please."
It took approximately five minutes of class time before Ms. Blake noticed something weird. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"
Stiles looked around him to make sure that, yes, he was the one being spoken to. "Me? I'm Stiles. Stilinski. Scott's friend. And Allison's friend. And Lydia's friend."
Lydia made a noise that sounded like she really did not want to be put into that category.
"I, uh, I don't go to school here, but I thought I could just hang out?"
Ms. Blake lifted an eyebrow. "Please meet me out in the hallway, Mr. Stilinski."
Stiles scrambled out of his chair and met with Ms. Blake out in the hall. He tried to look as personable and adorable as possible, because he really didn't want to be thrown out of the school right now. He'd be bored hanging around Beacon Hills all day without Scott.
"Mr. Stilinski--Stiles, I can't just let you 'hang out' in my classroom," Ms. Blake said. "You have to know how inappropriate that is."
"Did I say hang out? I didn't mean it like that, I'm here to learn." Yeah that got the dubious look he expected it to. "I'm serious! The school I'm at now, it's one of those artsy schools that grades in smiley face stickers and, while it makes my life easier, it doesn't really look good on transcripts. I'm a senior, I have colleges to think about it."
"And you think sitting in an 11th grade English class will help you get into college?" Ms. Blake asked.
"It's better than nothing! Besides, I can help Scott. I'm sure you've seen his transcripts, they're terrible," Stiles said. "Please, please let me stay. I'll read the books and write essays and everything."
Ms. Blake gave him a stern look for a moment before her features softened and she let out a sigh. "Fine. You can stay. But you will do all the work I ask you to."
"You are amazing," Stiles said, almost going in for a hug before thinking better of it. "A goddess of a teacher, that's what you are."
"Also not appropriate, Stiles," Ms. Blake said, though she was smiling. "Now get back in the classroom, the principal is coming down the hall behind you."
Stiles rushed back into the classroom and took his seat happily, only to have that smile wiped off his face when it turned out the principal wanted to take Scott out of class. Great, now he had to read Heart of Darkness for no reason because he didn't want to put a sad look on the hot teacher's face.
At some point during class Stiles was staring at Lydia's legs and frowned when he noticed a bandage on her ankle. "Hey, Lydia. Is that from the accident?"
Lydia frowned at Stiles because she, of course, would rather pay attention in class. "No. Prada bit me."
"Your dog?"
"No, my designer handbag," Lydia said flatly.
"Has it ever bitten you before?" Lydia shook her head and Stiles continued with, "Okay, what if it's the same thing as the deer? Like how animals start acting weird before an earthquake or something?"
"Meaning what?" Lydia asked dubiously. "There's gonna be an earthquake?"
"Or something," Stiles hissed. "I just--maybe it means something's coming. Something bad."
Beacon Hills had been quiet for too long, it was about time for something else to come along and ruin Stiles' life.
"It was a deer and a dog," Lydia said, but she did look like she was thinking about what Stiles had said. "What's that thing you say about threes? Once, twice---"
There was a loud slamming noise and Stiles looked up in time to see a bird hit the window, leaving a bloody imprint on the glass. Several people shrieked but most of the class was completely frozen in shock. Ms. Blake approached the glass slowly, mouth hanging open as an entire flock of crows started flying towards the school. Another bird hit the glass, causing Ms. Blake to jump back from the window. Then another hit. Then another. The next crow flew straight through the class then all hell broke loose.
Dozens of crows flew into the classroom, immediately causing a panic in the classroom. Screaming students crouched under their desks to avoid getting clawed by birds, Ms. Blake was ducked behind her desk, arms protectively covering an injured student and screaming for everyone else to get down. Stiles pushed his desk aside and scrambled towards Lydia, covering her body with his own for protection. Stiles winced as he felt claws dig into his scalp and ducked his head down more to avoid vital areas from getting injured.
The attack only lasted a few minutes, but by the time the birds had cleared (or dropped dead) the classroom was wrecked. Dead birds were everywhere, desks were turned over and every single person in the room looked sufficiently traumatized.
Stiles took in a shaky breath. Well, he couldn't say things ever got boring here.
Sheriff Stilinski gave Stiles such side eye when he arrived on the scene to see his son there. He never thought he'd get a disappointed dad look for being in school. Stiles tried not to make eye contact and instead focused Ms. Blake, who looked clearly distraught.
"Ms. Blake? Are you okay?" Stiles asked, approaching her slowly.
Ms. Blake nodded, though it looked jerky and automatic, like she wasn't really listening to anything Stiles was saying. Stiles reached up to pull a feather out of her hair, slowing his movements even more when she flinched. She gave him a grateful smile when he showed her the feather, but Stiles could tell she was probably going to have an epic freak out at home later.
Then he heard his father's voice in the background. "Mr. Argent, you wouldn't have any insight on this, would you?"
Stiles whipped around to look at where his father was talking to Chris Argent, who must have been called to check on Allison. "Me?"
"Yeah this bizarre animal behavior," the Sheriff said. "You must have seen something like this before, right?"
Chris looked rightfully confused. "I don't see why you would think..."
"Sorry, I just could have sworn I overheard my son talk about how you're an experienced hunter."
Both Chris and Allison turned to look at Stiles, who ducked his head down sheepishly. Let that be a lesson to him that his father was not, in fact, deaf. Stiles pulled out his phone and called Scott in order to appear busy.
He was surprised that Scott picked up right away. "We've got a serious problem in Ms. Blake's class--"
"Can this wait until later?" Scott asked.
"No, I'm pretty sure this qualifies as a serious discussion." Birds, Scott! Evil birds!
Scott sighed. "Fine, meet me at Derek's house."
"Derek's?" Stiles asked. "Why are you even--"
"Just meet us there."
Stiles hung up the phone and quickly planned his escape from the classroom o'dead birds without his father noticing.
[BIIIIIRDS! Taken from Teen Wolf 3x01 "Tattoo". NFI, NFB but OOC is okay]
"Dude, I looked up deer collisions last year; there were 247,000 but that was from ones crossing the road," Stiles told Scott as they walked down the hallway. "This one last night was charging right up the middle."
"I think I'm going to ask Derek about my tattoo," Scott said, clearly not hearing anything Stiles was saying. "He's got the triskele tattoo on his back so there has to be a way to do it without healing, right?"
Stiles stopped and pointed at one of the missing person flyers for Boyd and Erica. "Don't you think Derek has his hands full?"
It was weird being in an actual classroom after being used to Fandom. Nobody really paid Stiles any attention as he took a seat between Scott and Lydia. Not surprising, since nobody really noticed him even when he was a student here. After giving Scott a thumb's up for a truly pathetic interaction with Allison when she walked into the classroom Stiles was surprised when every phone in the classroom started ringing---except his own.
Stiles leaned over to glance at Scott's phone. It looked like someone had sent the whole classroom some quote from a book Stiles hadn't read. The answer to the question of 'who the hell sent this' was answered when a pretty brunette (obviously the new teacher) stepped into the room and started reading the text from her own phone.
"...The offing was barred by a blank bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the utmost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky--seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness," Ms. Blake read, looking up from her phone and at the class when she was finished. "This is the last line of the first book we're about to read. It's also the last time you will receive a text in this class. Phones off, please."
It took approximately five minutes of class time before Ms. Blake noticed something weird. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"
Stiles looked around him to make sure that, yes, he was the one being spoken to. "Me? I'm Stiles. Stilinski. Scott's friend. And Allison's friend. And Lydia's friend."
Lydia made a noise that sounded like she really did not want to be put into that category.
"I, uh, I don't go to school here, but I thought I could just hang out?"
Ms. Blake lifted an eyebrow. "Please meet me out in the hallway, Mr. Stilinski."
Stiles scrambled out of his chair and met with Ms. Blake out in the hall. He tried to look as personable and adorable as possible, because he really didn't want to be thrown out of the school right now. He'd be bored hanging around Beacon Hills all day without Scott.
"Mr. Stilinski--Stiles, I can't just let you 'hang out' in my classroom," Ms. Blake said. "You have to know how inappropriate that is."
"Did I say hang out? I didn't mean it like that, I'm here to learn." Yeah that got the dubious look he expected it to. "I'm serious! The school I'm at now, it's one of those artsy schools that grades in smiley face stickers and, while it makes my life easier, it doesn't really look good on transcripts. I'm a senior, I have colleges to think about it."
"And you think sitting in an 11th grade English class will help you get into college?" Ms. Blake asked.
"It's better than nothing! Besides, I can help Scott. I'm sure you've seen his transcripts, they're terrible," Stiles said. "Please, please let me stay. I'll read the books and write essays and everything."
Ms. Blake gave him a stern look for a moment before her features softened and she let out a sigh. "Fine. You can stay. But you will do all the work I ask you to."
"You are amazing," Stiles said, almost going in for a hug before thinking better of it. "A goddess of a teacher, that's what you are."
"Also not appropriate, Stiles," Ms. Blake said, though she was smiling. "Now get back in the classroom, the principal is coming down the hall behind you."
Stiles rushed back into the classroom and took his seat happily, only to have that smile wiped off his face when it turned out the principal wanted to take Scott out of class. Great, now he had to read Heart of Darkness for no reason because he didn't want to put a sad look on the hot teacher's face.
At some point during class Stiles was staring at Lydia's legs and frowned when he noticed a bandage on her ankle. "Hey, Lydia. Is that from the accident?"
Lydia frowned at Stiles because she, of course, would rather pay attention in class. "No. Prada bit me."
"Your dog?"
"No, my designer handbag," Lydia said flatly.
"Has it ever bitten you before?" Lydia shook her head and Stiles continued with, "Okay, what if it's the same thing as the deer? Like how animals start acting weird before an earthquake or something?"
"Meaning what?" Lydia asked dubiously. "There's gonna be an earthquake?"
"Or something," Stiles hissed. "I just--maybe it means something's coming. Something bad."
Beacon Hills had been quiet for too long, it was about time for something else to come along and ruin Stiles' life.
"It was a deer and a dog," Lydia said, but she did look like she was thinking about what Stiles had said. "What's that thing you say about threes? Once, twice---"
There was a loud slamming noise and Stiles looked up in time to see a bird hit the window, leaving a bloody imprint on the glass. Several people shrieked but most of the class was completely frozen in shock. Ms. Blake approached the glass slowly, mouth hanging open as an entire flock of crows started flying towards the school. Another bird hit the glass, causing Ms. Blake to jump back from the window. Then another hit. Then another. The next crow flew straight through the class then all hell broke loose.
Dozens of crows flew into the classroom, immediately causing a panic in the classroom. Screaming students crouched under their desks to avoid getting clawed by birds, Ms. Blake was ducked behind her desk, arms protectively covering an injured student and screaming for everyone else to get down. Stiles pushed his desk aside and scrambled towards Lydia, covering her body with his own for protection. Stiles winced as he felt claws dig into his scalp and ducked his head down more to avoid vital areas from getting injured.
The attack only lasted a few minutes, but by the time the birds had cleared (or dropped dead) the classroom was wrecked. Dead birds were everywhere, desks were turned over and every single person in the room looked sufficiently traumatized.
Stiles took in a shaky breath. Well, he couldn't say things ever got boring here.
Sheriff Stilinski gave Stiles such side eye when he arrived on the scene to see his son there. He never thought he'd get a disappointed dad look for being in school. Stiles tried not to make eye contact and instead focused Ms. Blake, who looked clearly distraught.
"Ms. Blake? Are you okay?" Stiles asked, approaching her slowly.
Ms. Blake nodded, though it looked jerky and automatic, like she wasn't really listening to anything Stiles was saying. Stiles reached up to pull a feather out of her hair, slowing his movements even more when she flinched. She gave him a grateful smile when he showed her the feather, but Stiles could tell she was probably going to have an epic freak out at home later.
Then he heard his father's voice in the background. "Mr. Argent, you wouldn't have any insight on this, would you?"
Stiles whipped around to look at where his father was talking to Chris Argent, who must have been called to check on Allison. "Me?"
"Yeah this bizarre animal behavior," the Sheriff said. "You must have seen something like this before, right?"
Chris looked rightfully confused. "I don't see why you would think..."
"Sorry, I just could have sworn I overheard my son talk about how you're an experienced hunter."
Both Chris and Allison turned to look at Stiles, who ducked his head down sheepishly. Let that be a lesson to him that his father was not, in fact, deaf. Stiles pulled out his phone and called Scott in order to appear busy.
He was surprised that Scott picked up right away. "We've got a serious problem in Ms. Blake's class--"
"Can this wait until later?" Scott asked.
"No, I'm pretty sure this qualifies as a serious discussion." Birds, Scott! Evil birds!
Scott sighed. "Fine, meet me at Derek's house."
"Derek's?" Stiles asked. "Why are you even--"
"Just meet us there."
Stiles hung up the phone and quickly planned his escape from the classroom o'dead birds without his father noticing.
[BIIIIIRDS! Taken from Teen Wolf 3x01 "Tattoo". NFI, NFB but OOC is okay]