[[Stiles POV]]

The idea of "pop quizzes" always preoccupied me. Though, strangely enough, this one was all about the homework I'd busted my head open completing exactly last Monday. Even then, as I thought of the answers I realized I was nervous. Maybe a little too nervous than what a little fifteen question quiz should make me. So much that I found myself flinching when the tip of my pencil broke. I nearly sighed in frustration, but I remembered the pencil that was so nearly tucked away on the side of my backpack. It seemed being too lazy to put a pencil back in its place on the desk at home had actually paid off. As I reached for that other pencil I allowed my eyes to wonder. They looked around and the class full of concentrating people, some nearly as frustrated as I'd been, and some, like Lydia that didn't even seem to be thinking twice about the answers. Of course Lydia was naturally smart, so I wasn't surprised. My head automatically whipped to the front of the classroom when out if the corner of my eye I could swear I saw something black move on the top of the wall. When I looked, though, nothing was there. I sighed and went back to my quiz with my brand new pencil. Now my nerves were so high that I was starting to see things. Way to go, Stiles, way to go.

The last question in the stupid quiz was finally answered, and I nearly sighed in relief and sat back on my chair in triumph; and I was just about to do that when out of the corner of my eye I saw the same strangely dark moving thing on the upper side of the front wall. Yet once again, like the previous time when I fully looked the way where I could have sworn the black thing was... There was nothing. My eyes fell onto my completed test and a light frown crossed my forehead as I got closer to the paper; the words "It's your turn to suffer" were printed on the paper as if it were one of the questions; and I say back quick when I finished reading it.

"What the," I whispered as I looked around the room; wondering if anyone had the same thing in their own test.

Please, I knew it was completely stupid and impossible; no one, not Scott, Isaac or even Lydia were reacting badly at the test. So I brought my eyes back to the paper on my desk. The letters were bigger this time; bolder. "IT'S YOUR TURN, STILES."

"Whoa!"

I flinched back so much on my chair that I didn't even realize I'd managed to make it to the very edge of the seat and ended up falling in a flailing mess toward the floor. What the actual hell was happening around here lately?! The words that had been printed on the test were now completely printed inside my mind; yet when I saw the test from where I sat on the floor, the words I'd seen previously were simply gone. The test looks as normal as any other. So what? I was crazy now?

My eyes shifted from once side of the room to the other; amused expressions adorned every single face that looked my way, and I had to force myself to grin sheepishly as the embarrassment is simply overclouded by the confusion. The voice of the unamused teacher reached my ears as if from a faraway tunnel, but my eyes quickly move to look at him as I manage to stand up in a wildly quick move.

"What," I ask, as I wasn't really able to hear the teacher's words.

"I asked if this was your strange way of telling me you were done with your test, Mr. Stilinski."

My eyes blink a couple of times before they finally glance toward my filled paper. They narrow as if trying to find any of the words I'd seen before; but there was nothing but the lame history questions.

"Uh.. No. I mean, yes."

The teacher's eyes pierced me completely and soon I realized what I'd admitted to.

"No! God, no that's not what I meant. I mean, yes, I finished my test, but... That's not why I fell."

I couldn't understand what was going on with me at this moment. Not one bit. Without so much as another word, I dash out of the classroom and into the safety of the hallway.

It isn't long after my retreat to the hallway that I'm confronted (or more like bulldozed into) by Lydia, who rounds the corner a little too hastily. My arms automatically wrap around her when she seems as if she were about to fall after so completely slamming against me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

But no words were able to leave my lips before she regained her composure and asked me so sternly the same question I'd been asking myself for the whole past week and a half. My eyes search her features and I feel my head automatically shaking.

"What do you mean?"

"You're a horrible liar. What was that, in there," she asks.

My eyes move to follow Lydia's motions toward the classroom and I feel my head fall limp for a few seconds while I let out a long sigh. Maybe it was wrong of me, but I didn't want her to think I was crazy. I mean, not more than usual. I finally looked up directly at her eyes and shook my head, allowing my shoulders to lift and fall on a shrugging motion.

"I don't know. I either need to sleep more and stress less or I'm losing my head by the second."

Yet another exasperated sigh left my lips while I watch her eyes narrow in disbelief before she changes her tune.

"Fine. But, don't think your crazy antics are getting you out of the trip to the mall."

My eyes widen only slightly for less than a second as soon as Lydia's arm is around mine and I couldn't help the small lift of the corner of my lips as she seemed to so easily shake my crazy-theory thoughts away from my mind with one simple sentence. My head shook away the strange bizarreness thoughts away and lifted a brow.

"Trying to get away from helping my girlfriend carry around her bags? Why in the world would I try to get away from that?"

A smile crossed my lips as my eyes traveled to her once again.

"You wouldn't."

And just like that it was as if nothing at all had happened. With her arm firmly hooked around mine, we began our walk out of the halls of Beacon High and towards the Jeep that awaited a short travel to the mall.