"..And don't forget, upon returning from winter break I will expect to have your portrait projects on my desk. no excuses–"
Skrngh!
Derek paused mid-speech, frowning as his class began to stifle laughter behind hands, their eyes lost on something behind him. After a moment of realization, he sighed, closing his eyes. "Stiles."
Guilty.
If it wasn't for his persistent snoring, it might have gone unnoticed, but there was no denying it now. Stiles Stilinski, was sleeping. Upright, in fact; sitting at Derek's desk in his usual seat. Head hanging at an awkward angle, mouth wide open, and eyes firmly shut.
Strangely enough, even with the comical positioning, the boy looked peaceful. Like a corpse at rest, limply hanging off of the chair beneath the fluorescent lights. Derek inhaled deeply, mind filled with indifference as he eyed the sleeping boy. The sleeping boy who was supposed to be grading assignments for him.
The shrill sound of the bell sounded overhead, and even as students gathered their things, hurrying out of the door, Derek stayed put, the rest of the class forgotten as Stiles shifted in the chair, frowning in his sleep when he lacked the ability to get more comfortable.
Derek waited until the final student exited the room, door clicking shut after them, before he stepped forward, beginning to shake Stiles' shoulder repetitively. Stiles groaned at the first shake, whimpered the second, and then finally jolted upright when Derek shook him hard enough to nearly knock him out of the chair.
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The Unfortunate Happening of Us
FanfictionIt's Senior Year, and Stiles Stilinski has a plan: 1. Apply and Get-In to BSU early admissions 2. Continue to stay off everyone else's radar 3. Graduate There. An easy plan to survive the 195 days left before he graduates, and can thereby ridden hi...