"All right brats you know the drill, work on your weekly project or your sketchbook assignment. I don't care which as long as you look like you're doing something productive if someone important walks by the door. So shut up, do your work, and don't bother me while I listen to my podcast." Harper announced from his desk as the bell rang for the start of class.

"We all know it's not NPR." A cheeky voice called out from the back of the room.

"I don't care if you know what it is Greenberg I just don't want you bothering me. So shut up or I'll tell your coach you're being insubordinate and he'll bench your ass." Harper said kicking his feet up onto his desk.

The class snickered at the teacher's words before going about their work and chatting with their classmates. In reality Harper wasn't listening to podcasts at all. In fact he was listening to a voicemail he received earlier that morning. He couldn't believe it. The voice sounded older but it was definitely Derek. Apparently Laura had come back to Beacon Hills without Harper's knowledge and had not been in contact with Derek for days now. Harper was torn. He couldn't leave work to check the old house until school ended for the day. If Laura was anywhere near Beacon Hills what would that mean for Peter? Would he feel the alpha bond and wake up? Would he be angry? There were so many variables that needed to be looked into that he couldn't focus on his actual job. The fact that Derek was already on his way to Beacon Hills by the time he had called added another cog in the machine. What was happening? After all these years what reason did Laura have the coming back now?

A knock on the door to his classroom made him look up see the grinning face of his self-proclaimed best friend Bobby Finstock.

"Hey harpy I need you for a sec." Finstock called leaning in the door jam.

Harper groaned before standing from his seat. He turned to his class looking around before his sight landed on a specific red headed girl.

"Martin you're in charge anybody steps out of line give them hell." Harp told her.

"Of course " She replied with a smirk.

Harper stepped outside and gave a self suffering side as he looked at his excited coworker.

"What?"

"I need your help making up some kind of fake lesson plan that I somehow have taught the kids before the student-teacher conference comes up."

"Are you shiting me right now?"

"Nope, so serious, I've been focusing all my time on the games. The team needs to be in shape to win the championship this year."

"I hate you so fucking much right now." Harp sneered. "You have no idea how badly I want to shove a number two pencil through your esophagus and watch you bleed out all over the linoleum."

"Thanks I owe you."

"Damn right you do. Now leave I have a class to teach."

"You can't teach art."

"Go away Bobby."

"Thanks again harpy, you're a good one."

"Fuck my life." Harp groaned.