Arden's POV:
My second period class was Economics, and honestly; I only really took it because I needed one more class. But the good news, is that Stiles, Danny and Scott were all in my class so I had people I could talk to, and plus, I had a crazy teacher who was also coach of boys lacrosse team, so I also had someone to be entertained by.
"The Stock Market!" Mr. Finstock boomed (or Coach as he wanted the class to call him) "Is based on two key factors…Can anybody tell what those two factors are?"
Scott raised a hand.
"Yes McCall," Coach said, distractedly looking around the room "you can go to the bathroom,"
I couldn't help but let out a snort as Scott looked confused.
"Um sir," I said, deciding to help a friend out and interrupting Coach's search for his next victim "I think Scott knows the answer,"
Coach chuckled "Sure he does… Arden," he read out loud, reading the attendance than gave me confused look "Arden?"
I nodded.
"But isn't that a boy's name?"
A few people chuckled, which pissed me off because when I was younger I got that a lot.
But I always ended up with the last laugh.
"It's a uni-sex name sir…" I smiled sweetly "…. Just like Bobby,"
Stiles gave me a high-five for that one as the class laughed.
Coach let out a gruff laugh of his own as he looked at me with new admiration "Touché,"
"But coach," Scott said, getting back to the question "….I actually do know it,"
"You do?" Coach asked, looking a bit skeptical.
"Yeah!" Scott exclaimed, adding "its risk and reward,"
Coach let out a laugh in disbelief as he said "That's correct! What did you do to the old McCall?"
Scott grinned as Coach leaned on his desk and said "You know what? Never mind, I like you better… much better,"
I smiled to myself, guessing that Scott didn't always get the correct answer.
Then, Coach looked up at all of us and continued on his lecture about how important risk and reward was, how calculating all factors to predict the outcome was important.
"Hey," Stiles whispered as Coach talked "Nice one for pointing out his first name, I think you're his new favourite,"
I turned to him, admiring his shirt and thinking how good it looked on him.
But, instead of voicing my opinions I snorted "Yay for me,"
Stiles snickered.
"Hey, where were you last night?" I asked Stiles "You didn't reply to me last night and normally you do after, like, fifty seconds."
"Actually, its fifty-one seconds Aardvark, get your facts right." Stiles joked, making me laugh. Coach gave us a weird look, and I immediately shut up, making Stiles giggle. Smirking, I smacked him lightly.
"Plus, I was at an old friend's birthday party, Heather: she turned seventeen,"
"Aw," I cooed "That's sweet, what did you get her?"
Stiles was about to reply when Coach interrupted him.
"Anybody got a quarter?" he asked, looking for a volunteer.
"Yep," Stiles said, quickly rummaging through his pocket "Here you go Coach-"
Suddenly, almost in slow motion, a small square package slipped out of his pocket and fell on the floor.
It was a condom.
Stiles face was frozen in horror as everyone looked shocked to see it, including Coach.
The first thought that came into my mind was a cheeky "Oh, he's an extralarge" but then, I noticed how Scott was giving me a look of pity and that Stiles was wearing different pants than the ones he wore for the past few days.
Plus, when I remembered that he went to a party last night, it didn't take too long for me to put two and two together and figure out what Stiles gave Heather last night for her birthday.
Coach put two and two together also; but his logic was all wrong.
"Stiles, I think you dropped this," he said, picking it up and looking at it, than looking between the two of us. He had a sneaky, teasing look come on his face and a smile threatening to turn into a laugh as he tried being serious.
Well, I've only been here two days, but by now people are going to know me as the celebrity's daughter who gets kicked out a of clubs, runs away from birds screaming at the tip of her lungs, and has sex with Stiles Stilinski.
"Congratulations," he commented, placing the condom back on his desk, grabbing the quarter out of a speechless Stiles hand and turned around to continue the lesson. Stiles quickly pocketed the condom, trying to look at me, but I wouldn't face him.
My teacher thinking about my fake sex life was awkward, especially when it was someone else's sex life.
"Watch everyone," Coach said, who crouched on the ground, focusing on a mug and trying to aim the quarter. Thank god that everyone looked away from us, or else I would've combusted from
Trying to focus, and ignore the expression on Stiles face as he tried to get my attention, I noticed the way Coach , the distance between him and the mug, the breeze in the room and the way he held the quarter I predicted it was a fifty-five percent chance that the quarter will get in the mug.
What? I like math, especially chance; I used to calculate how mad my dad would be at me when I walked through the front door back at home, or how much of a chance it was that one of my crazy schemes would actually work, and if I was going to get caught for doing that crazy scheme.
Thinking of the odds of something was fun.
Coach flicked the quarter and after bouncing off the floor once, it went in.
He raised his hands in the air, celebrating his victory as we all clapped.
Way to go Bobby.
"Now, I took a risk here, but I gained the reward," Coach said, as my thoughts kept on drifting back to the condom.
Seriously, did he and the girl hook up before? Is she pretty? Were they planning on doing it again, hence why he had the condom on him? Do they do it in his car? How experienced is he? Is he dating that girl, Heather, and that's why they're having sex? Or is it just a friends-with-benefit thing? Why was I caring so much about this? It's not like I'm his girlfriend or anything.
Suddenly, the sounds of hands banging on the top of a desk snapped me out of my thoughts as Coach called on Stiles "Up to the front my friend!"
I watched him get up and walk past me, shooting me a look which I just responded with an emotionless stare.
"Sir," I said, as Stiles made it to the front "May I please go to the bathroom?"
Coach pouted "You don't want to see if Stiles misses the shot and has to do the quiz tomorrow and an essay?"
"Not really," I replied, noticing only for a second, but a drop in Stiles shoulders as he looked away, looking instead at the mug and tried to focus.
"Well, okay," Coach said, quickly dismissing me and I got up. Danny gave my arm a gentle pat as I walked by and I responded by shooting him a small smile.
Walking out the door, I saw a bunch of sheriffs walk down the hall heading towards me.
The leader, an older man with faded dirty, dark blonde hair and green eyes looked at me for a moment before asking "Is there a boy named Stiles in this class?"
Suddenly, even though they didn't look alike, I knew that this was Stiles dad: I remembered Stiles telling me how his dad was the sheriff here.
Plus, what stranger knows to call Stiles, Stiles?
I nodded "Um yeah- he's in there if you need to talk to him sir,"
He nodded, walking away "Thanks,"
I started walking, but quickly I hid behind the corner and saw Stiles walk out the classroom with his dad.
Okay, eavesdropping on other people's conversations are wrong, but if the sheriff is talking to his son during school hours, than I had a hunch that something was up... and I was right.
"Gone?" Stiles asked, stunned as Sheriff told him about the Heather's disappearance "I thought she had went off to her friends after I talked to her,"
Of course he doesn't mention how it was after he banged the girl too.
Sheriff shook his head "All her friends said you were the last one to seen with her,"
Stiles looked incredibly worried, and I couldn't help but feel bad for him.
Listening to Stiles dad hope that it just another drunk case, I shook my head, thinking that if she had wandered away from the party drunk: She'd be sober and at home by now.
A sudden, sickening feeling hit my stomach when I remembered Derek telling me he was looking for his pack members, Boyd and Erica, and they had been kidnapped. What if it that pack did the same thing and kidnapped her too? But what was a human good for, for an Alpha pack? If she got bit, than she'd only turn into a beta, if she survived the bite that the person had to take to become a werewolf.
This didn't make any sense, but if I got my hands on some more information, I might be able to figure it out.
Might: I had about a thirty percent chance of figuring it out.
Suddenly, Stiles looked away from his father and locked eyes on me.
Like a flash of light, I ducked behind the corner, cursing at myself for being so stupid.
Yeah, and the chances of me hearing about this later: a hundred percent.
