A/N: Thank you guys so much for the nice reviews. I'm glad you are enjoying the Stercy. Here's your next part. As always I don't own Teen Wolf... Just Percy. R&R!
"Yeah." Stiles nods then grabs Scott's arm and hoists him up. They both head towards the school without a word. I follow behind and stop short when they both enter the boy's locker room.
"Okay sure…. I'll just…" I look around and sigh before sliding down the wall next to the door. "I'll just wait here." I lean my head back and start drumming my fingers on my leg and close my eyes. A couple of minutes later the door opens and Stiles walks out backwards jabbering about who knows what, because he wasn't paying attention he trips over my legs and tumbles down on top of me.
"What are you doing?" He asks looking at me wide eyed.
"Waiting." I shrug the best I can before pointing at the little sign above my head that read 'Boy's Locker Room'. "Fairly certain I'm not a boy. Now will you please get off of me?" I look at Scott who is laughing behind his hand at the two of us. "Alright wolf-boy, a little help here?"
After a little bit of a struggle getting up we all stand there awkwardly shuffling our feet before I grab both their arms and lead them down the hallway.
"Wait… Where are we going?" Stiles mutters as he tries to extract himself from my grip.
"Class? You know that thing we tend to skip these days? I thought we'd mix it up a little and actually show up." I lead them into the Economics classroom and then release them. I head to my normal seat and the boys shuffle towards theirs.
"Let's go." Coach Finstock slams a pile of books down on his desk. "Sit, sit, sit,, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go." Scott looks around and notices that Allison is right behind him and tries to grab Stiles.
"Hey, Stiles, sit behind me, dude." Scott whispers when he can't reach his friends arm. Stiles whirls around and sees Allison and tries to step over to the seat but Allison looks at him with a smile and slides in. Stiles looks at Scott apologetically before reclaiming his seat behind me.
"Hey." Allison smiles down at Scott as she settles into her seat.
"Hey." Scott mumbles back looking to me for help.
"I haven't seen you all day." Allison continues as I shake my head helplessly.
"Uh, yeah. I've been super busy." Scott turns to look at her and rattles off the lamest excuse ever.
"When are you gonna get your phone fixed?" Allison places her bag by her feet asking. "I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you."
"Uh…." He looks over at Stiles who shrugs. "Soon. Real soon."
"I changed lab partners, by the way." Allison leans forward on her desk.
"To who?" Scott asks curiously as my mouth gapes.
"To you, dummy." Allison chuckles before looking at me.
"So wait… who am I stuck with now that you ditched me?" I whisper over to her trying not to draw Coach's attention.
"I don't know, sorry." Allison shoots me an apologetic look and Scott stammers in front of her.
"Well, I don't want to take Percy's lab partner." He points at me with a half smile. "Are you sure you want to be partnered with me?"
"Yeah." Allison nods her head and the 'duh' is evident in her voice.
I turn and tap my pencil on Stiles' desk bringing his head up. "Please tell me you don't have a lab partner already." He shakes his head in response and I breath a sigh of relief. "Thank god." I turn back to face the front.
"This way I have an excuse to bring you home and study." Allison continues when Scott looks at her still confused.
"Oh." Scott whispers weakly making Allison's smile drop.
"You don't mind, do you?" Allison pouts at him slightly.
"I just…." Scott rubs his arms uncomfortably. "I don't want to bring your grade down."
"Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up." I look back at Stiles to see him rolling his eyes disgustedly. "Come to my place tonight, 8:30?"
Scott looks over to me and Stiles and coughs out, "Tonight?"
"8:30." She nods enthusiastically and Coach slams a book down on his desk again making all four of us jump in our seats.
"Let's settle down." We all turn and face the teacher after shooting glances at one another. "Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading." Hands around the room sporadically raise, mine included. "Greenburg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading." I watch as the Coach's favourite 'punching bag' lowers his hands slowly. "How about, uh…. McCall."
Scott's head rises from where he was trying to become invisible. "What?"
"The reading." Coach seats himself on the edge of his desk.
"Last night's reading?" Scott asks trying to buy time.
"Do something." Stiles pokes me in the back with his pencil whispering hesitantly.
"Why do I have to do something?" I grumble out of the corner of my mouth. "He's your coach."
"Yeah well he hates us." Stiles shrugs nudging me again.
"How about the reading of The Gettysburg Address?" Coach muses as I grumble out some choice words and try raising my hand again.
"What?" Scott looks over at me as everyone else laughs.
"That's sarcasm." The Coach looks at Scott slightly annoyed. "You familiar with the term 'sarcasm', McCall?"
"He should be he hangs out with you enough." I mutter over my shoulder at Stiles.
"Very." Was Scott's answer earning a prideful look from Stiles.
"Did you do the reading or no?" The Coach asks staring Scott down.
"Umm…" Scott looks around uncomfortably. "I think I forgot." I groan and place my head on my arm that isn't raised.
"Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're not averaging a 'D' in this class. Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a 'D'." Coach glances in my direction. "Put your hand down, Goodwin. You're almost as bad as Greenburg." Stiles coughs out a laugh behind me as my hand falls to the desk. "How about you summarize the previous night's reading?" Stiles leans forward and taps my arm as the heart monitor starts beeping. I turn sideways in my seat and look as Scott's heart rate rises slowly. "No? How about the night before that?"
Scott starts looking around and the heart monitor starts beeping faster.
"Percy we need to do something." Stiles hisses glaring at the monitor like that's going to help.
"I'm open to suggestions." I reach over and turn the phone towards me and groan out lowly.
"How about you summarize anything you've ever read in your entire life?" Coach leans forward from where he's seated in front of Scott angrily.
Stiles and I share a look as the heart rate rises to 135.
"No? A blog? How about…." Stiles covers the bottom half of his face and watches his friend. "How about the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults-only warning from your favourite website you visit every night? Anything?" Allison looks worriedly over at me but I am looking down at the phone and don't notice it. "Thank you, McCall, thank you. Thank you, McCall!" The coach slams his hand on the desk to emphasis the last thank you before turning back to Scott. "Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading." Just as suddenly as the monitor had started rising it dropped back to normal. I raise my head and look at Stiles questioningly.
"Did you break it?" I hiss out and he shakes his head looking around. He sighs and points over at Scott and Allison. I turn my head and see them holding hands under the table. I relax into my chair as Allison rolls her head over to me with a smile, 'Everything okay?' she asks silently. I grin back and nod turning back towards the front of the class.
We push through the hallway doors after class and Stiles turns to Scott and blurts out, "It's her." Scott and I both look around confused.
"What do you mean?" Scott asks not seeing anyone.
"It's Allison. Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right?" Stiles lightly taps his friends arm as we all wander down the hallway. "About protecting her."
"Okay…." Scott draws out looking at me to see if I understood. I shrug and look curiously at Stiles.
"Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field." Stiles continues rolling his hands in front of him.
"Yeah, I did." Scott answers and then turns to me. "But I also heard Percy."
"Flattering as that is," I roll my eyes at Scott jokingly, "Focus on Allison."
"Well, she's what brought you back so you could score." Stiles nods in agreement with me. "And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her."
"Which I'm grateful for by the way." I throw out as I skirt around a girl stopped in the middle of the hallway.
"At least not like how you tried to kill us." Stiles points between me and him. Scott looks at him frustrated and Stiles holds his hands up defensively. "She brings you back, is what I'm saying."
"No, no, no, but it's not always true because literally every time I'm kissing her or touching her…" I crinkle my nose at him and Stiles stops him.
"No, that's not the same." Stiles replies. "When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?" He looks at me for affirmation and I shake my head as Scott grins looking down the hallway. "You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?"
"Well of course he is… You brought it up." I laugh as Scott nods and chuckles.
"That's fine. Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor." We all come to a stop in the hallway as Stiles finishes his thought.
"You mean because I love her." Scott asks simply and my head shoots up from where I'd been staring at my shoes.
"Exactly." Stiles answers with a nod. Scott turns to me looking shocked and I smile.
"Did I just say that?" He asks me and I try to hold in a giggle as I nod.
"Yes, you just said that." Stiles sighs watching as Scott's head shoots between the two of us.
"I love her." Scott states finally with a wide grin.
"That's great. Now, moving on…." Stiles starts to say and I reach out and smack him on the arm.
"You have no heart." I turn to Scott, "I'm proud of you."
"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott mutters stopping Stiles from ruining his moment.
"And that's beautiful." Stiles almost groans out as he recoils away when I give him a sharp look. "Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry." Scott shakes his head to clear it. "So what do I do?"
Stiles scuffs his foot lightly at the floor and sighs. "I don't know. Yet." Scott and I watch amused as he spins in a circle with a look on his face.
Scott groans next to me. "Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you?"
"Yeah." Stiles nods happily.
"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?" Scott loops his fingers through his backpack straps looking troubled.
"Have you met him? Of course it will." I point at Stiles who swats at me hand lightly.
"Maybe…" He revises my statement.
"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?" Scott prods Stiles with another question.
"Oh, yeah, definitely. Come on." Stiles reaches forward and grabs the strap of my messenger bag leading us out the side door at the end of the hall. We walk around to a side parking lot where a black pick-up is sitting.
"What are we doing?" Scott asks glancing around at the almost empty courtyard.
"You'll see. Hold on. Okay." Stiles turns to face Scott. "Stand right there. Do you have your keys?"
Scott pulls his keys out of his pocket and holds them up.
"Perfect. Hold 'em up like so." Stiles raises Scott's hand up so the keys are clearly visible and pats his hand before looking over his shoulder at the three senior boys standing nearby. "Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?" Scott looks over at me and I shrug not sure what's going on before nodding. "Okay. Just keep holding it right there. You…." Stiles points at me and then slings an arm over my shoulder. "Come with me."
"Why do I have a feeling this is going to end badly?" I ask as he leads me over towards the truck.
"Because you don't have faith?" He shrugs leaving his arm over my shoulders and manuvering me slightly forward as he pulls his keys out.
"I have faith that this is going to end badly." I state matter-of-factly watching curiously as he twirls his keys in his free hand.
"Shhhh. And act normal." He steers me along the side of the truck dragging his key along the side as we walked.
"Oh, my god. Stiles what are…" He slaps a hand over my mouth to keep me from drawing attention to us. When we get to the end of the truck he spins us around to look at Scott.
"Hey, hey, hey, dude!" I pull his hand off my mouth as he yells loudly in Scott's direction. "What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro!" He waves his free hand at the truck wildly. The three seniors off to our side turn around and look at the truck in question before storming towards Scott and throwing a punch that sends Scott falling backwards.
My jaw drops and I look up at Stiles who looks entirely too amused. "Ow! My God. Wow." He mutters with a smile on his face.
"This is your brilliant plan? Getting the crap beat out of your friend?" I growl at Stiles as Scott tackles the guy who had punched him before getting kicked back down to the ground.
"Well I didn't say it was a good idea." Stiles shrugs as I watch in horror as the other guys joined in and started kicking Scott. I gasp and try to move forward to help him but Stiles wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back. "Let him handle it." He hisses in my ear as I struggle against him. "Come on, stay calm. Stay calm." He whispers holding the phone with the heart rate monitor up so I could see it.
"Stiles if you don't let me go help him right now….." I glare up at him and beat lightly on his arm that's holding me.
"He needs to handle it alone or he won't learn control." Stiles just watches me amused as I squirm around a little more before giving up.
"If Allison finds out about this I'm so screwed." I sigh and turn the monitor towards me and keeping an eye on Scott. Scott's heart rate continued to crawl upwards and Stiles mutters words of encouragement under his breath. "Come on Scott." I groan watching a particularly bad kick land in his stomach. The beeping of the monitor slows down as Mr. Harris comes running out the side door.
"Stop!" The teacher shouts pushing his way into the mini mob around Scott. "Stop it right now!" The four seniors look up and see him before bolting off into the parking lot. Stiles grins at me before letting me go and I stumble slightly before taking a step forward. Scott rolls over on the ground and looks up at our teacher. "What do you idiots think you're doing?" He looks over at me as I rush over to Scott's side leaving a smug Stiles behind me.
"You okay?" I whisper helping Scott up, he nods slightly as Mr. Harris clears his throat behind me.
"I expect this from those two, but you Ms. Goodwin?" He asks pointing between Scott and Stiles before landing on me. "You all can join me in detention after classes today."
"What?" I reach out to stop him from going back inside. "He gets beat up and you give him detention?" Mr. Harris glares at me and heads inside. I turn to the two boys where they are now huddled. "How is that fair?"
"It's Harris. What did you expect?" Stiles asks with a shrug as we lead Scott inside to help him get cleaned up.