Okay, this is my first Teen Wolf story, so if I'm a little 'off' on the characters... Bear with me...
Okay, here goes nothing!
Hope you enjoy!
Stiles' foot was jumping up and down. Patience had never been one of his virtues… Nor had the art of sitting still.
And history class was going slow. They had spent three weeks on the topic of the civil war… And he would have aced the test after the first day. After one class, and one night with the history book along with a considerable amount of Adderall…
His fingers joined in on the parade. He tapped the beat of a self-made medley of 'bat out of hell' and 'Sk8ter boy' on the top of his desk. It was one hell of a mix!
The teacher's eyes found his. His brow tightened above his glasses. Obviously annoyed.
"Stilinski! Can you do the entire class the pleasant favor of sitting still… For ONCE!?" the poor history teacher had met his limits, picked up and slammed the two-and-a-half-inch thick history book down on his own desk.
Stiles stopped abruptly. He never meant to bother anyone… It just kind of happened…
He wouldn't blame it on his ADHD. He hated when people blamed any of his quirks on his ADHD, but to be fair… It seemed like no-one else had that problem…
Well… Unless they shared the same diagnosis…
"I…" YES! He managed to stop the rest of the sentence in time!
"You what?"
Stiles could feel the cold blue eyes of the history teacher drilling into his skull. And he knew he should just keep his mouth shut. It would be the best choice for all the parts involved…
But then again… The distance between what he thought and what he said was too damn short… It was shorter than daisy dukes shorts… Short, short, short…
"I was just bored, this is a particularly boring class. Especially this subject… Especially you…" Oh God, could he bite himself…? How in the name of God could he blurt out that? He was basically giving himself detention… He was shooting himself in the foot… No wait… To actually shoot himself in the foot might have been better…
"That just cost you one hour…" was all the teacher managed before he was cut off by an overly restless Stilinski.
"of detention… Got it! Just go ahead and continue your boring-ness…" he could have punched himself! Why didn't anybody stop him? Like… Smack the back of his head whenever he should shut the F up!
Someone in the class started giggling. And the teacher's face turned pink, then red…
"Make that two!" he cleared his voice, "Or do you want more?"
"No, sir!" he relaxed when he realized that he hadn't said any more to offend the history teacher. Boy what a luck he had today!
…
The clock on the wall was tick-tock-ing along slowly. It shouldn't be this loud, should it? Boy, was he glad he didn't have werewolf hearing! I mean; it would have been like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil each and every second!
His leg had taken up the task of burning a hole in the tile beneath his shoe, and his pen had become a very interesting object. The simple motion of clicking the pen was very stimulating, and the world seemed to close in and evolve around the pen.
*click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click…*
"STILINSKI!"
He stopped once again. Looked up at the teacher, who almost had steam coming out of his ears.
"Hallway! Now!"
His jaw went slack. "But…"
"Just. Go."
Yeah... And as you might have read in the summary, this is going to be a hurt!Stiles fic... But that will come in a chapter of two... Maybe three...