Scott and Stiles walked quickly into the library. Study hall.
They stood at the front, searching. As soon as they found who they were looking for they rushed to the table and sat down, filling the four person table. Lydia rolled her eyes as Allison chuckled at their entrance. Her face cleared of all happy emotion as soon as soon as the guys sat down at their table.
"Scott. Stiles. Are you both alright?" Allison whispered, her face distraught.
"We ran into a bit of a *hairy* situation but we're okay now-" Stiles smirked as Scott jabbed him in the ribs as he said "*hairy*".
Allison laughed. "We're glad that you two are okay,".
Lydia smiled, flipping through her notes. She looked up as she store pages out of her notebook, "But your history notes aren't. Here," she handed Stiles the notes. "I made an extra copy,".
"What about Scott?"
"Oh. Those are for Scott too, seeing as you two share *everything* together. Even your clothes," she smiles, pointing at Scott wearing Stiles' clothes.
Scott flushed red. Stiles opened his mouth to protest.
"Okay that's because it was an emergen-"
"Stilinski! This is a *study* hall in a *library*. Not lunch in the cafeteria. Find something *quiet* to do,". The librarian shushed him.
Stiles bit his lip, his brow furrowed, and pulled out a notebook.
"All right. Last class Scotty. Do you think you can make it through?" Stiles asked as he stared at Scott, concern plastered over his face.
Scott nodded as he sat down in a desk next to Stiles. An urge to flee buzzed throughout his head - an urge to run, to *breathe* the crisp air outside the school.
His teacher droned on the entirety of the class. Scott tapped his fingers restlessly on his desk as Stiles looked at him from the corner of his eye. Scott's eyes glazed over as he stared at the clock. The hands seemed to tick slowly towards three o'clock. He sighed and scribbled down some last minute notes as the bell bellowed through the hallway, causing Scott to flinch. He threw his notebook into his bag as his eyes darted over to Stiles.
Stiles nodded and they grabbed their backpacks and rushed out of the classroom towards their lockers. Scott hurriedly shoved his notebooks in his locker and slamming it with a loud CLANK! and briskly exited the school with Stiles keeping pace. They made their way to Stiles' jeep and Scott stopped just short of the passenger door. He turned to face Stiles.
"You made it through the day," Stiles started, staring into Scott's eyes, trying to find any trace of an oncoming shift.
"Not yet," Scott grimaced, turning around to face Stiles'a jeep, his left hand balled up into a fist.
"Scott? You mean-"
"Yes," he said through gritted fangs.
"Aaaah," Stiles stuttered, acting quickly. He yanked open the back door and pushed Scott inside, quickly shutting the door. Stiles hopped in the driver's seat and leaned over, peering into the back seat.
"Hang in there," Stiles said, turning around to start the ignition. Scott's body spasmed on the seats, his eyes glowing bright red. The shift rippled throughout his body, bending bones as he cried out in a strangled yelp and fell onto the car floor.
"Scott?" Stiles peered back. A large brown figure lifted itself up, shaking its fur, its ears flicking.
"Are you okay?" Stiles asked as he drove out of the school parking lot. His question with greeted with a snort as a large figure forced its way up into the passenger seat.
"Wha- Scott! People could see you!"
"Awwwphhh," Scott whined in response as he nosed the AC vents, adjusting them to face him. They blew him right in the face, separating his fur at the touch. Stiles flashed a faint smile straight ahead and sighed lightly, as he turned onto an alternate route as a result; a small back road through the woods. He flicked the window down, sucking Scott's head out the out the window.
"Is that better?" He laughed. Scott didn't respond; he was too busy inhaling all the scents that lingered throughout the forest.
Stiles glanced back at Scott and smiled as he turned into the parking lot.
