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"At least he checked himself in a Motel for the night, in God only knows where." muttered Stiles as he read over the text message for the third time, handing the phone back to Scott, who shoved it back down into his pocket.
"I'm just glad that he didn't try and drive all night long, he didn't have enough sleep to do anything along those lines." explained Scott as he tore into his egg and bacon sandwich that he had created on two slabs of toast, both of their heads snapping up from their breakfast when John and Melissa walked back into the kitchen to refill their coffee mugs.
"You heard from Derek? Did he give his location or anything?" asked John as he refilled Melissa's mug, earning him a warm smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. The two adults sat at the table across from their sons, mugs grasped lightly in their hands.
"He checked himself into a Motel last night, we're not entirely sure of where he is at the moment. At least we know that he didn't drive all night and that he took the time to rest." replied Stiles as he looked towards his Father, who was silently nodding his head at what had been said.
"At least he's being responsible with himself. Hopefully we can keep himself on the right track and makes it back to the Pack in one piece." added in Melissa as she sipped from her mug, a smile playing on her lips. Scott flashed a smile at his Mother before he shoved the rest of his breakfast into his mouth, earning him disgusted looks from the two adults, but one of pride from his best friend.
"Come on, Chipmunk-Cheeks. We have school and I am not getting a detention from Harris for being late to class, and we need to tell everybody the news if they haven't already read the message." explained Stiles as he rose from his seat, hauling the Alpha wolf up with him, giving him a gentle shove towards the door.
"Try and stay awake long enough to not get detention." called out John from the table as he waved at the two teens, who were shoving their feet into their shoes as they scrambled out the door.
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With a final zip of his packet bag, Derek gathered them up onto his shoulder and carried them out of the Motel room, allowing the door to swing shut behind him. The room key was clasped between his teeth as he carried his bags to his car and used his one free hand to open the back door, setting the bags down on the back seat before using his foot to close the door with a sharp click. He took the key from out of his mouth and walked around to the front of the Motel, walking inside the front doors and over to the desk, setting the key down onto the polished wood of the top.
"Leaving so soon, Mr. Hale?" asked the elderly woman behind the counter as she took the key and hung it back up behind the desk on a metal hook, before sliding him a form to fill out in order to check out.
"I only needed the room for one night, Ma'am. It will only take a few more hours and a few stops for gas before I get myself to where I'm going. I'll be there in no time at all. Thank you, for the room, it was greatly appreciated." complimented Derek with a sot smile as he signed the form that was placed in front of him, turning it around before sliding it back to her.
"You better take care of yourself, dear. A pretty thing like you shouldn't be traveling so far all n your own. Have a safe trip." she said to him with a smile and a soft handshake, giving him a warm wave as he turned and walked from the building. He may be a born werewolf but his Mother had raised him to respect his elders and treat them with the kindness that they deserved. Derek walked outside the building and slid behind the wheel of his car, softly blowing on his hands to warm them up a bit. The air this time of the morning had been crisp and gave his bare skin a spark of coldness. Maybe the diner Laura and I went to is still up and running, she used to love that little place.
"Just a few more hours and I'll be back where Laura and I started to rebuild our lives." Derek said softly to himself as he pulled his car out onto the highway, his fingers sliding over the buttons of the radio trying to find an older country station, a satisfactory sound leaving his lips when he found one before he found himself humming along with the current song.
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"I'm sensing that you all got Derek's text message as well? I'm glad he took my advice." asked Lydia as she sat down beside Isaac in their chemistry class while they all waited for Harris to make an appearance. She slid her books to the front of the table and looked down at her phone screen again, as if she were waiting for another text message from said wolf.
"We all got it, Lydia. I kinda wanted to try calling him this morning just to see if he would answer me." explained Isaac with a slight pout on his face as the Banshee reached over and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, a silent gesture of reassuring affection.
"I say we leave it all up to Derek and how much he wants to stay in contact. Of course we could always send him texts and videos, even leave voice-mails if we want. It's just all up to him on how much he responds. Hopefully we'll get some pictures or some postcards." explained Allison with a reassuring smile of her own, hoping to put the other Pack members at peace.
"Fingers crossed." muttered Erika from her seat where she was tapping her pencil against her open textbook, matching the pace that Stiles had set with his own pencil, their pencils hitting their textbooks at the exact same time.
"Unless you plan on joining a band and using those for drumsticks, I highly suggest you put them down, Stilinski. Reyes." ordered Mr. Harris in a dull voice as he walked into the classroom, the door swinging shut beside him with a shaking slam. Both pencils stilled and were dropped into the book, Stiles sliding his away from himself and Erika slamming hers shut with a glare.
"Let's get started, shall we? Textbooks open to page 240, questions 2 though 6, followed by the next two chapters." ordered the Teacher as he wrote the page numbers and instructions down on the board in the front of the classroom, earning him collective groans from everybody in the room at the amount of work that they were given. Stiles twirled his pencil around in between his fingers as he flipped to the correct pages in his textbook, his foot tapping silently on the floor by his chair, his ankle brushing the chair's leg every few times. The teen almost jumped out of his chair when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, jarring him out of his train of thought from the work. He lowered his phone and placed it underneath the table, opening the new text message that has popped up on his screen.
DH: Next time remind me that New York drivers are menaces. I swear the taxi drivers hate my guts and Laura's car. I almost lost a bumper and side view mirror three times now. Surprisingly, the old Diner that Laura and I used to go to every week is still here. Study hard. ~ Sourwolf.
"Mr. Stilinski. If you hadn't noticed before, we are in a classroom. My classroom to be exact. And what do you think goes on in this classroom? You come here to learn, not to stare hopelessly at your phone screen. Whatever you are doing is not as important as the material in front of you." chastised Mr. Harris as he leveled his gaze with the teen, his arms crossing over his chest, eyebrows raised high.
"The message is much more important than the material. So very much more important." replied Stiles just as fast, his voice full of snark and sarcasm as he leveled a smirk to the older man. And that would be how Stiles Stilinski got afternoon detention with his Chemistry teacher.