Stiles was always talkative in and out of school. Whoever he was with it didn't matter, he would just talk away without a care in the world. That's what got him stuck in detention on the last day of term. Seriously though, the last day of term you would think the school would be more lenient, but not for Stiles. It could only happen to him. Well, him and Derek Hale.
"But come on! It's the last day of term sir, cut me some slack". I pleaded with my biology teacher.
"Whether it's the last day or not Stiles, talking over me in class is something I do not tolerate. You of all people should know this. Now stop complaining and be at detention and the end of the day".
"Ugh, fine'. I moaned whilst running out of class to lunch.
In the canteen my best friend Scott couldn't help but just laugh at me when I sat down next to him.
"Dude come on, it's not even funny". I mumbled through my mouth full of curly fries.
"Haha, yes it is though. I mean come on man, how many times did he have to tell you to shut up? But you just kept going. It's like you wanted detention!" Scott laughed.
"As if I would want detention. So now whilst all my friends get to go and have fun with end of term celebrations I get to sit in detention. Life sucks".
"You say all your friends as if that includes others besides me".
"Well I could have made more friends at this party if I weren't stuck in detention". I grumped back.
At least I was on time for detention. I was hoping I would be let out early for being there on time. I also figured I would be the only one there, but that wasn't the case, as Derek Hale walked in five minutes after me.
"Late, Mr Hale.". Mr Finstock said, as if his statement meant something.
"Right". Derek grumped back. I hardly even heard him answer, but that was no surprise. He never speaks to anyone, like ever. It's such a shame really, considering he is such a good looking guy. If only his personality matched his face. I didn't realise I was staring right at him until he turned to look back. Ah shit, he probably thinks I'm some sort of creep now. Wait, why should I care? He's the creep who doesn't speak to anyone. The only time people hear him speak is when teachers ask him a question, and then he just gives as short an answer as possible. I've never been in any classes with him but I've heard from girls that he has this sexy sound to his voice.
"STILES!" Mr Finstock shouted. Jumping out of my skin I looked up to see sir right in front of my table.
"Ahh, yes?" I squealed. Great, I'm squealing like a girl in front of Derek now.
"You and Derek are to sort through this classroom. I want it clean and ready for next term. That means all old work in the bin and new books stored away in the cupboard. All work off the walls and tables stacked with the chairs to the back of class. Don't try and leave, I will know. Have fun, I will be back in time for you to leave". Mr Finstock just left me standing there with Derek. This wasn't awkward in the slightest.
"Soooo, what should we start on first?" I asked turning to face Derek, who had already started stripping the walls. "Ok, I guess that could work".
"Dude this work sucks, any of it yours?" I asked jokingly to Derek. He didn't reply. In fact, he didn't even acknowledge that I had spoken. "So I'm going for this piece, it's totally you isn't it? I can just see it being your work of art". I held up the detailed drawing of something biological to show him. But I was getting nowhere.
After stripping the walls I decided to stack the books in the cupboard. I couldn't handle the awkwardness of Derek Hale so thought it would be best to hide away, and what better way than the cupboard job? It seemed like an easy enough job to do and I was humming away to myself when I lost balance of the stack of books which then all began to fall on me. Next thing, I was on my back covered in textbooks.
"Damn!" I shouted in pain. My back hurt from the weight and the fall.
"You ok?" Derek asked. I couldn't speak. It wasn't from the pain but from the shock that he had rushed in and spoken to me. Not only had he spoken to me, he had asked if I was ok!
"Stiles!" He said a bit louder as if trying to get my attention. I was more shocked that he knew my name! I thought he never paid any attention to what was going on around him.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just help me out a little here? I'm kind of swamped with books. Boring books at that. I mean, it would be a bunch of biology books to fall on me. Why not something more interesting?" I ranted more to myself really, figuring he wouldn't exactly be listening. I was again shocked that Derek answered me.
"Maybe because you are in a biology cupboard stacking biology books?" He answered with so much sarcasm it nearly hurt. The pain from the books was being lifted though as he was helping me up from under them. "Why did you think it was a good idea to stack them up so high? You should have started a new pile".
"I wasn't paying that much attention". I sulked, rubbing my back which hurt like hell.
"Well you should have been. You could have really hurt yourself". Derek scowled at me. Like, literally. It was quite scary actually.
"I did hurt myself!"
"Your back?" Dereks scowl slowly lifted from his face. I was sure he now expressed concern but I was probably imagining it. I mean, surely he didn't care about me did he? Did he actually care that I was hurt?
"Yes my back! Why else do you think I'd be rubbing it like this dude?" Seriously, was he that stupid?
"Ok". So we were back to one word answers. Fantastic, at least I know how to get him to speak now though. Next thing I know Derek was behind me massaging my back. Yes, massaging me! I even had to pinch myself to check this was real. Cheesy, I know.
"W-what are you doing?" I whispered, barely daring to ask.
"You're in pain right? I'm just trying to help. Shut up and relax".
The rest of detention was spent with Derek making my back better and forcing me to just sit whilst he finished the classroom. When he finished and Mr Finstock came back, we left together.