His classroom door opened with a bang scaring a few early bird students and causing Harper to take a deep calming breath before turning to face the two teens who had entered.
"I'm so happy you decided to follow my instructions Stiles. You have no idea how proud I am right now." Harp said with a dead pan as the boys made their way to his desk.
" well you swore you wouldn't tell Dad sooo here we are." Stiles smiled shuffling from foot to foot.
Harper smirked and crooked his finger at the boys, beckoning them to his desk. He glance over styles to check for any obvious injuries and when he found none he turned his gaze to Scott who flinched at the intense gaze of the mismatched eyes of their teacher. Harper took a silent breath trying to get a scent off of the boy and nearly groaned when he caught what he was hoping he wouldn't.
"Fucking hell." Harper scoffed out shocking Scott. "Go to class puppy eyes. Mischief front and center."
Scott hurried out of the room leaving stiles to is supposed doom. Harper lean back in his chair closing his eyes as if he was in pain. The Grimace on his face confused his godchild prompting him to speak in worry.
"You ok Uncle Harp?"
"Congratulations Styles your best friend is a fleabag mutt whose puppy eyes may be even more effective than they were before."
Stiles looked as if his brain has shut down before he claimed in surprised most definitely opened his mouth she shoot off a billion questions. Harp held up a hand to stall the teen in his tracks.
"Come by my house later on after school and we'll talk then. You've already scared the shit out of my first period. So get to your's. I don't want your dad thinking I'm keeping you from getting good grades and sassing other teachers with your mind powers." Harper smiled knowingly.
"Gotcha!" Stiles beamed, excited at the prospect of pumping his Godfather's mind for information.
Stiles left the room shooting finger guns at Harper for good measure before heading down the hall. Harper shook his head in amusement before turning back to the computer. Finstock owed him big time for doing all this extra work. Best friend or not Bobby better pay up at the end of the week or Harper would leave a plethora of thick splinters in the dick's tires. And he knew Bobby would know it was him because no one else in the world but Harper knew where to hit the man hardest off the lacrosse field.