Thank God it's Friday, Scott thought was he slung his backpack over his shoulder. He honestly considered dropping out. He smirked as Stiles came up, looking annoyed.
"What is it now?" He asked. "Did someone 'steal' your pen again?"
He nodded to Isaac as he walked over.
"No, and screw you," Stiles said, glaring at Scott. "Erica pushed me into Mr. Harris, now I have detention Monday." He continued to glare as Scott and Isaac broke into laughter.
"Dude, you should really switch teachers," Isaac started. "I heard Mr. Garrett is way nicer."
"I'll tell you this, though," Scott said, feeling sympathetic toward Stiles. "Another year with Mr. Harris, and I might knock him the hell out if the opportunity presents itself."
It worked; Stiles laughed. Scott patted him on the back.
"Hey, are you guys going to Greenberg's party later?" Isaac asked, smirking at Scott's statement. "I heard him say he wanted you two there."
Stiles smirked. "Of course he does, I'm awesome."
Scott punched him in the shoulder. "Nah, man, I think he wanted me, but he knew we were a package deal."
Stiles just grumbled under his breath. "Yeah, right."
Scott smirked as he saw Allison down the hall, bending over to pick up her books. "I'll catch you guys at the party, okay?"
They nodded as they followed Scott's line of vision, then walked out of the school's front door.
"Ooh, look, a free show," Scott said as he looked at Allison's current position. "School is a good place."
Allison straightened up, smiling. "Well, maybe I knew you were coming." Scott snickered at the double meaning behind her sentence, and she smacked him on the shoulder. "You know what I meant."
Scott just shrugged. "Are you going to Greenberg's party later? 'Cause I honestly don't think I'd go if you didn't." He layed the flattery on thick, hoping she'd say yes.
She smiled, nudging him. "Aw, you're so sweet. I'll go."
Scott smiled, it worked. He wasn't lying when he said he wanted her there, cause he did. He really did.
Allison stopped when they got outside, sighing. "I completely forgot to ask Jackson for a ride," she said, secretly hoping he'd offer her one. "Guess I'm walking."
Scott shook his head. "Nope. As protector of Beacon Hills and certain brunettes who forget important things, I must offer a ride."
Allison smiled, giggling at his comment. "Thank you, O Great Protector." She said, hopping onto Scott's motorcycle. "Let me drive?"
Scott laughed, secretly reveling in how sexy she looked. "Fine," He threw her the keys. "if you crash, I may not talk to you anymore."
Allison felt giddy as she started the motorcycle, then felt warm as Scott hopped on the back, carefully placing his hands on her waist.
"I think you might need a bit more security, Scott," she said. "Me, too."
Scott then wrapped his arms around her waist. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice reduced to a little over a whisper. Allison smiled and nodded, revving up the motorcycle, then drove out of the parking lot.
She was a freaking genius.
Okay, please forgive me for uploading this extremely short chapter!
And if you sneezed during this chapter, bless you, dude.