Author's note: Hello you!

This was an one-shot that I posted on tumblr after I decided to do that au prompt challenge, you know? I wasn't going to post it in here, but I just got another request that can potentially be a sequel to this one, so I turned it into a two-shot.

It came from the "popular/nerd kids au" and I hope you guys like it! Part two will come fazeter than you think. ;)

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"Be a part of the love club
everything will glow for you.
Go get punched for the love club."
Lorde - The Love Club

No one was happy when Mr. Yukimura told them to stay a bit longer after class, because he wanted to talk to them. It was exactly how he put it.

"Stiles, Malia. Please stay a bit because I need to talk to you."

He didn't even ask, he just announced it. So rude.

"You see, Ben-" Stiles started going to the front of the class, Malia still was putting her books in her backpack, but she lifted her head in time to see the disapproval in the teacher's face. The boy, however, didn't miss a beat. "I have a recital to rehearse in, like, three minutes so I really can't stay…"

"Sit down, Mr. Stilinski." Mr. Yukimura said with a firm tone and taken aback, Stiles did as he said, his backpack dropped by his feet. "That's exactly the problem."

The two teens looked confused and Malia got closer, leaned against the first chair. They waited.

"What's exactly the problem?" he asked and Mr. Yukimura looked at him very seriously.

"You're failing this class, Mr. Stilisnki, and there's a strict rule for extracurricular activities, I suppose you know it."

Malia looked at Stiles, who made a face.

"I'm not failing, I have a C minus."

"No." the teacher corrected him. "You have a D."

"What?"

"And you need to raise it to B minus."

"What?"

Malia cleared her throat, discretely raised her hand.

"What do I have to do with it?"

"Yeah, true, why is she here?" Stiles agreed, pointing at her. She tried her best not to roll her eyes.

"Because," the teacher turned to her. "you, on the other hand, have a really poor curriculum."

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"What the hell does that mean?" she exclaimed, completely offended.

"It means that you need more extra activities; and you have a B in history, so the school has a proposal for you two."

Oh, they already knew what would be the proposal. And it dreaded them. Exchanging a look, they both felt a little colder.

"The answer is no." Stiles quickly answered, not even letting the teacher say one more word.

"Then you're out of the drama club. And" Mr. Yukimura added as soon as the boy started to shrug "out of the lacrosse team."

"You can't do that."

"Actually, they can." Malia reasoned and Stiles shot her a deadly look.

"Here's the deal," the teacher continued looking from one student to the other. "Malia helps you this semester with history and biology" he empathized the 'and' making Malia swallow a sigh. "and you help Malia in the drama club."

"But I don't want to be on the drama club." The girl protested. "I don't want to be in any club, that's why I signed to none!"

"Also any volunteering, any sport, anything. You'll have to try a little harder if you want to go far, Miss Tate."

"You see, I try the best I can." She continued on, but Mr. Yukimura cut her.

"We know you're a good writer, Malia. You can be really useful in the drama club and you need to do more."

"What if I don't?"

The teacher sighed.

"Next week, I want to see you two working as a team. We will know if this is not happening. You both are conscious that it's for the best."

"Uh, I never said I agreed." Stiles tried one more time.

"I don't think you really have an option."

"So this is a trap?" he eyed the teacher, arms crossed, but Mr. Yukimura was hard to bend. He turned to Malia instead.

"I'm counting on you, Malia – to help this smart mouth here and yourself. Think you can do that?"

"I can. Doesn't mean I want."

"Doesn't mean you have an option either." He finished and both teens sighed. "You can go now."

No one was happy when they left the class, leaving their history teacher behind. They walked miserably through Beacon Hills High School's corridors not saying a word until they reached the intersection of halls. To the right, the parking lot. To the left, the back of the auditorium.

Until now, Stiles and Malia avoided looking at each other. It's what they did since elementary school, when he became the joker, the guy who's not exactly popular, but still was the one everyone wanted to be around; when Malia realized her superiority and decided to live in her little cocoon, avoiding other human beings the best she could; when Lydia Martin's little clique pranked her and he laughed and joked about it.

But at that intersection, still being the guy everyone wanted around, still being the girl in her little cocoon, they looked at each other.

"Are you busy right now?" Stiles asked and Malia shrugged. She also still was superior in her own way.

"Not really." She answered.

"Wanna check out the drama rehearse to see what you're being forced to do for the next semester?"

And maybe because she was curious or angry or bored about that deal the school had made with them – or maybe because she spent half of her life forcing herself not to find him funny or attractive -; or maybe because she really had nothing else to do, she nodded. And off they went to the auditorium.

A/N: I'm waiting for your review and I see you soon! x