Chapter 3
Chapter 3
"Who shut the door!" Harris demanded the teens who all refused to keep eye contact.
"How are we supposed to know? The door shut on its own. This school is haunted ive been saying this for 4 years," Stiles says nonchalant.
"So what? Ghosts lock doors too?" Harris snarked walking towards Stiles desk.
"Maybe. Ghosts arent exactly stupid," Stiles says staring up at his chemistry teachers red face. He looked like the devil.
"I know it was you Stilinski!" Harris yells slamming his hand on the desk making everyone in the room jump.
"Excuse me sir, but why would Stiles need to shut and lock the door?" Allison asks timidly.
Stiles smiles at her but she didn't meet his eyes. Harris's glare moves to her, "Shut it."
Allison quickly shut her mouth and turned so fast to the front Stiles believed she got whiplash.
"I know it was you stilinski and for that you get lunch detention all week!" Harris yells before turning to go back to the teachers lounge.
"Fuck! Asshole," Stiles mumbled making Harris turn and glare at him.
"What was that Stilinski?"
"Suck my dick," Stiles responded just to see Harris's face get red.
Allison gasped and Scott looked at him like he was crazy. Lydia sighed and sat back watching the hurricane.
"You get lunch detention all week and ill be seeing you after school!"
"God-damn…"
"And next saturday too!"
"You know that's great actually I have no plans! I'd love to see your lovely face more!"
" Good because you bought yourself the week after that too!"
"Well jeeze, if you want to see me that much I can give you my number and we can chat at night too. Tell each other secret and send dick pics. Wait never mind I don't wanna see your dick."
"You're gonna see my foot in your ass if you dont' shut the hell up!"
"Stiles!" Scott shouts worried.
"Shut up!" Lydia says disgusted.
"Do I look like I give a shit?" Stiles asked with a childish glare at Harris not even acknowledging Lydia and Scott
"Look at that Stilinski you just bought yourself two weeks lunch detention and I'm going to see you every Saturday until you graduate!" Harris yells before leaving the room with a slam of the door.
"Fuck that guys a total d-bag," Stiles says slumping into his seat defeated.
They sat in silence again.
Lydia had pulled out her phone while Allison started to fold her paper into a crane. Scott played with pencil making into a mustache then shaking it like it was rubber. Derek stared out the window and Stiles made a paper airplane, then threw it up into the air and it would fall around him. The only noise being Stiles desk creaking occasionally when he moved to pick it up.
Soon all of them rested their heads and fell asleep.
At ten past ten Harris walked back into the room, seeing a group of asleep teens and sighed, "Who needs a restroom break?"