Hi guys! I already had this written so I figured I'd go ahead and post it! The song for this one is Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar and I hope you like it! Comments are appreciated!
"Don't sit down," That was the first thing Stiles heard when he walked into chemistry and he couldn't help but groan, "You will be getting new seat assignments." There was now a low groan all across the classroom as Stiles glanced over at Scott who just offered him a simple shrug.
"McCall!" Mr. Harris pointed to a seat and so it started. Of course he seated Scott first, that meant that Stiles had no chance of sitting beside him because, as expected, he saved Stiles for last. "The best for last," Stiles mumbled as Harris gave him a look. "Now who is missing…" He trailed off as he looked on his list and Stiles quickly survived the room. "Isaac Lahey!" Harris announced with a grin before Stiles could figure it out. A small frown appeared on his face though as he looked around the room, seeing that the other teen was actually nowhere to be found. Finally he glared at Stiles, "Mr. Stilinski, there is only one table open and there is only two empty chairs at that table, can you not figure out how to sit at one of them?" Stiles rolled his eyes but dropped his stuff on the floor and flopped down in the chair with a huff. Mr. Harris gave him a nod, "Wonderful. You slowly redeem yourself and…it is happening very slowly. Global warming is faster. Nevertheless, when Mr. Lahey decides that he wants to join us, he will be your lap partner."
Mr. Harris returned to the room and offered the class a sticky sweet smile, "Since we all have new lab partners, today you will be doing an experiment where you will be getting to know each other. However, since you don't have a partner Mr. Stilinski, you can copy chapter seven word for word and thank Mr. Lahey for skipping class later." Stiles stared at him with an open mouth for a moment before glaring at the empty seat beside him, "Gee, thanks Isaac."
Thirty minutes later and five pages into chapter seven, the door opened. "Ah! Mr. Lahey! How nice of you to actually grace us with your presence." At this Stiles looked up to glare at the curly haired, puppy of a teenager. He was expecting some cocky smirk and a bad boy flip of his hair to show that he didn't care that he was late or that Stiles was staring bullets into him. Instead he saw the old Isaac. Stiles wrinkled his nose a bit as Isaac started to dig in his ridiculous, leather coat's pocket. "I was with the guidance counselor," He mumbled quietly as he pulled out a obnoxiously green sticky note and handed it to Harris. It was examined for a moment before Mr. Harris waved his hand to the empty chair beside Stiles, "Very well. Since you were late you can copy chapter seven like your new lab partner is doing." Isaac just gave him a small nod and went to sit down, pulling out that silver iPod before he started working.
It was perfectly fine like that, they both worked pretty hard to get it done. Isaac ended up almost catching up with Stiles before he started bobbing to the music. Stiles only knew it was to the music because it had an obvious beat to it. That was alright though, it if helped him work, Stiles could ignore that. He could ignore it until he started drumming his fingers on the table. Stiles gave a huff and reached over, grabbing the iPod and checking the name of the song.
"Pat…Benatar?" Stiles fought the giggles as Isaac pulled out one of his headphones. "It's a good song!" He retorted and Stiles snorted, "You used that excuse for Elton John, you're gonna have to be more creative than that." Stiles offered the beta a grin and he could see Isaac biting back a smile. "I'm not justifying my musical taste for you," Isaac finally let out a chuckle as he took his iPod back, slipping it in his bag just as the bell rang.