KARMA, stiles stilinski [UNDER EDITING]

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Karma woke up freezing despite being covered in a blanket and his windows open to let the sun in. Karma scowled drawing his curtains closed, he was still sleeping on the couch so he could avoid renovating his bedroom. The most he had done was put his clothes in the closet and even then going in there put him in a mood. 

Karma walked into school with a violent scowl, he was fucking cold and displeased which meant he was one angry god. He stuffed his headphones in his ears and glared at the teacher who attempted to yell at him in the hall. He approached Stiles's locker and slammed it shut, scaring the human who looked down at Karma in surprise. "I'm fucking cold." Karma huffed his teeth chattering.

Stiles reached for his hands and held them in his own "Your freezing. What happened?" He pulled Karma closer hugging him to his chest. Karma just shook his head and leaned closer for warmth. "Karma, my friends are kind of looking for me," Karma looked up at Stiles unamused "They need me to do something." Stiles stuttered towards the end unsure of his lie.

"If you think I don't know you are friends with a bunch of werewolves you are sorely mistaken. Now, I suggest hurrying your human ass up before I pass the fuck out." Karma pulled away from Stiles who ran halfway down the hallway before turning back to kiss Karma's cheek and then continuing his journey. Karma sighed leaning against his locker hoping he'd be done with the werewolf business as soon as possible.

By the time Stiles was done and returned to his locker, there was a note stating he had already gone to economics. Stiles ran to make it to economics on time and catch up with Scott who was avidly searching for Karma wanting to meet the boy Stiles spent all morning raving about. Stiles was the one who found him sitting at a desk with purple lips and hugging himself. "Oh my god," he whispered sitting down at the desk next to Karmas. He held his hand as best he could and gave Karma his flannel.

"The stock market is based on two principles-- what are they?" Coach asked his students looking annoyed when Scott raised his hand.

"Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?" Coach ignored Scott who looked slightly offended.

"Uh, no, Coach-- I know the answer," Scott spoke up hoping Coach would take him seriously.

"Hahahahaha! Oh, you're serious." Coach used a surprised tone and even if Karma had never had a conversation with Scott he thought he looked nice for a wolf and it makes him mad when people underestimate intelligence.

"Yes. Risk and reward." Scott answered confidently because he wouldn't have raised his hand if he didn't know the fucking answer but no one seemed to grasp that concept. Karma took a deep breath, he needed to breathe or else everyone in school would pay for it.

"Does anybody have a quarter?" Coach quizzed the class, looking happy when Stiles reached into his pocket looking for one. Instead of a quarter in his hand, an XXL condom flew out of his pocket and onto the ground for everyone to see. Karma turned his head to look at Stiles, both curious and slightly jealous. "You dropped this. And congratulations!" Coach congratulated Stiles who blushed as everyone looked at him.