Chapter Six - Love is in the air... JK just in English
Stiles POV
Once we had arrived back a messenger brought a note in. (Just deal with it this happens in schools)It was for Aether. He had to leave so he just gave me a look saying he'll see me later. Once dressed I followed Scott and the others to our table.
"So? Why were you in the separate changing rooms?" Scott inquired. Oh 'no' I forgot about that.
"Well, you see. At camp we did sword fighting and well I got a few scars 'and' stuff." I replied smoothly. Scotts brows furrowed for a minute before finally accepting the fact. With that over we slowly made our way towards the usual spot outside. After break we said our goodbyes and parted ways. Yay it's English next I just can't wait, I thought sarcastically.
Arriving at English I chose a seat near the back by the window waiting for the lesson to start. At one point some kid sat in the seat next to me so I just said it was taken then he scrammed. I just looked out the window until the teacher spoke up.
"Hello class, I'm going to be your English teacher for this year," he spoke "My name is and the first topic is going to be creative writing." He then proceeded to take a register and began the lesson. As it turns out the lesson wasn't as bad as I thought. For once English was actually fun instead of a torture method. I guess that what teacher you have affects the lesson. The topic was about love. Obviously I wrote about Aether as he was my love. As it was creative writing I could write a poem so I did. About halfway through Aether came in. He handed his note to the teacher and sat next to me.
It was a few minutes until something landed on my desk. It was a note so I discreetly opened and it read:
Hey Stiles, the reason i was called out was because I faked an appointment so I could leave and check on my siblings. I contacted Will and he said he was fine. Oh! Nico was there too and he said to tell his little bro to be safe and that he's coming for Christmas with Will.
PS: I love you
PPS: If you couldn't tell it was Aether
Noone 3rd person POV
Stiles' head looked up from the slightly crumpled piece of paper within his grasp. Eyes drifting towards Aether's. Nodding, Stiles let a small smile pass his lips as Aether beamed at him. From then on they continued with their work or in Aethers case starting it. Ten minutes from the end of class the teacher asked for someone to read their piece out. That person just so happened to be Stiles. As he began speaking his words became more passionate and his eyes focussed on one person in the room. That one person had golden blonde hair which managed to brighten up a room, blue eyes the colour of the sky on a cloudless day, white blinding teeth and freckles littered upon his cheeks above his dimples.
At the end of it the whole class clapped and stiles returned to his seat to get his things as they were dismissed. They both walked to their next class Science already having their books. Reaching it early Aether reached down to grab Stiles' face and leant in for a kiss.
Aether POV
I leant down to kiss Stiles and it was beautiful. Our lips connected and it seemed as if we were in a world of our own. Everything around us was blocked out all I could think was that I love Stiles. It felt better each and every time. Everytime we kissed was magical. Much to my disappointment Stiles pulled away earlier than #i had hoped. Pouting I asked,
"Why'd you stop?"
"We have Science now and as much as I love this I don't want to have to retake this year." Once again I pouted but went inside the classroom. The teacher introduced himself but I was lost in thought, Why is Stiles so perfect? His dimples are adorable and he just makes me crazy. I love him so much. What would I do without him. Sighing I realised the class was writing notes down.
"Psst. Stiles what are we writing about?" I breathed.
We're writing down textbook facts about diffusion. If we finish that it's osmosis, sunshine." he responded. At his response I felt blood rush towards my cheeks. A faint chuckling could be heard so I tried to glare at him. Emphasis on tried. It made him chuckle louder so he had to cough to stop the teacher staring. I just started writing the terms down until I heard the sweet sound of freedom. Finally lunch time and only one more lesson.
