Author's Note: I didn't realize it had been so long since I updated! College is not the best lifestyle for a finfic writer/reader. Sorry for the delay!
This is a fluffy little installement before the heavy final chapter. I hope you're still reading and enjoying!
Scott is Failing:
"Dude my mom is going to kill me," Scott groaned as he stuffed his crumpled up algebra test into is bag.
"Relax, it's the third week of school," Stiles tried to reassure his friend. "Parent-teacher conferences aren't until after midterms. You've got plenty of time to make it up."
Scott shook his head, "My mom knows we had a test yesterday. She wants to see it tonight to make sure I've been studying."
Stiles winced, "Dude that sucks."
"Tell me about it," Scott sighed. "I'm gonna be grounded for a week."
"For one bad test score?" Stiles asked skeptically.
"This is our third algebra test," Scott stated obviously.
Stiles stared at his friend with an amused expression on his face. "You failed all three?"
"No," Scott said defensively. "I got a D on the second one."
Stiles laughed. "You're really dumb."
Scott slapped his friend on the shoulder and attempted to look offended. "I'm not dumb, I just suck at math."
"Last time I checked you also suck at science and history," Stiles quipped with a smirk. He dodged as Scott aimed a light punch at his should again.
"Shut up," Scott practically whined. "I'm just not good at studying."
"I can help you with that," Stiles stated. "I've offered like a thousand times."
"Yeah, I know. It was a lot easier to skate by in Middle School," Scott said almost nostalgically.
"But this is High School," Stiles said ominously. "It's the big leagues of boring lectures, pointless busy work, and tests about things that will never apply in the real world."
Scott chuckled as his friend's sarcastic seriousness. "If it's all pointless, then why bother?"
"Because you have to pass it to get to the real world," Stiles stated. "And into college."
Scott scoffed, "I would not do well in college."
"You never know," Stiles shrugged. "Don't write it off just yet. I wanna go."
"I'm not stopping you," Scott pointed out.
"Well I'm not going without you dummy," Stiles said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Scott shook his head, "That's dumb."
"Hey, I've got all A's on our algebra tests," Stiles gloated. "You don't get to call me dumb."
Scott groaned once more as the two friends made their way out the front door and to the line for their school bus.
"I almost forgot about the test."
Stiles clapped his friend on the back to offer some moral support. Their bus pulled up and he followed Scott up the stairs and to their usual seat in the very back.
"You realize I'm not going to be able to go camping with you and your dad this weekend right?" Scott asked hesitantly.
Stiles whipped his head to the side to stare at his friend. "What? Why?"
"I'm going to be grounded," Scott repeated. "I know it, and she won't make any exceptions."
Stiles groaned and rubbed at the back of his neck. He grabbed his bag from in between his feet, unzipped it, and pulled out a laminated Transformers folder. He pulled out his algebra test and flipped through the pages.
"You know," Stiles spoke as he erased his name off of the top of the test. "My dad rented an actual speed boat for the lake this weekend. Not just the usual aluminum fishing boats we always use."
Scott watched as his friend wiped away all signs of the eraser, confused.
"We're gonna take a set of water skies," Stiles continued. "We'll still fish too though. If we catch enough we can grill them over the fire at the campsite."
Scott's eyes widened as he watched his friend delicately imitate his handwriting.
"It's gonna be so awesome," Stiles raved. "I've been waiting for this weekend for forever."
Stiles held the paper out in front of him and gave it a satisfied smirk. He handed it over to Scott proudly.
"Some of my best work," Stiles stated.
"What the hell dude," Scott balked.
"It's all multiple choice and I did the math on a separate sheet," Stiles explained. "Your mom won't notice the handwriting isn't your usual chicken-scratch.
"You sure about this?" Scott questioned.
Stiles shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, I'm not missing my weekend camping trip just because you were too lazy to study."
"You don't have to miss it, I do," Scott pointed out.
"Not anymore," Stiles gestured to the test in his friend's hand, an A- written at the top next to the name Scott McCall. "Besides, I'm not going without you dummy."
"You're insane," Scott said shaking his head and unzipping his bag to put Stiles' test inside.
"Insanely awesome? Yes," Stiles stated definitely. "Now give me your crappy test so I have one in case my dad randomly asks to see it."
Scott reluctantly handed Stiles the crumpled paper. "You can't show that to your dad."
"He'll think I failed to be ironic," Stiles shrugged, looking over Scott's test. "He knows I'm a genius."
Scott scoffed.
"Wow, dude," Stiles chuckled. "Did you even try? This is really bad."
"Shut up," Scott elbowed Stiles lightly in the ribs.
"No, seriously. You didn't even get the simple addition questions right!"
"We can't all be geniuses Stiles," Scott stated sarcastically.
Stiles smiles and patted his friend's knee. "That's alright, I still believe in you buddy."
I miss Teen Wolf! Is it summer yet? Let me know what you think. Only one more chapter to go!
Coming up next: Scott gets the chance to be a best friend to Stiles.