The breakfast pack

"You guys wanna go on an adventure?" Stiles asks suddenly. Makng the other teens look at him.

"Uh, we aren't supposed to leave," Scott says sheepish, looking at the door wearily.

Stiles smirks, "Harris goes to the boys locker room to rub one out around this time. He will be gone for a while. Long enough to go to my locker."

How do you know that?" Lydia asks disgusted.

"Why do you need to go to your locker?" Scott asked as the same time.

"This isn't my first rodeo sweetheart," Stiles replies to Lydia before going to the door looking at the group of teens, "I gotta get something from my locker. Now do you guys wanna come or are you going to stay here?"

Allison looks at Lydia and Scott before standing and going to the door, smiling at Stiles who grins back and gives her a fist bump. Derek stood and joined them, much to Stiles surprise. Scott glances at Lydia and shrugs before standing. The four of them look at Lydia who sat tensely at a desk. She glared at them before huffing and standing as well making Stiles cheer.

"Awesome! Lets go!"

They looked to make sure the hall was clear before making their way through the halls of the school going down the hallway. They were following Stiles to his locker, but all of them kept looking around as if Harris would jump out of the lockers and catch them in their 'adventure'.

"So why are we going to your locker?" Scott asked walking next to Allison. Lydia was right behind Stiles and Derek took up the back silently.

"I told you," Stiles says stopping at his locker, "I have to get something."

He opens his locker and riffles through the papers and books before pulling out a little baggie full of green and brown.

"You do not have weed!" Scott whisper shouts.

Stiles turns to tell him to shut up when they hear footsteps echo.

"Shit!" Lydia whispers and stiles bolts down the hall. The other teens following him. They make some turns in the direct that the footsteps weren't coming from. THey run down the hall, going in the opposite direction of the classroom they were suppose to be in.

"Guys! We are going the wrong way!" Scott shour whispered.

"I know a short-cut!" Stiles tells them and they look doubtful but continue to follow him.

Soon enough they make it to the Gym, which led to the outside of the school and directly to the front door where the classroom was. Stiles pauses and listens. He hears footsteps coming faster and louder. Harris was almost on them.

"Guys, you have to go," He says looking at the others. They look confused at him and he rolls his eyes, "Harris is gonna catch us. Some one has to distract him so you can get to the room."

"We can't just leave you!" Lydia says, surprising him.

Stiles pulls her to him and shoves the baggie in the neck of her shirt. She shrieks and slaps him. Stiles smiles and walks backwards from them, "GO! I'll keep Harris of your tail, but you gotta go now!"

The four of them hesitate before Stiles makes shoo-ing motions. They bolt for the door not looking back. Stiles runs his hand through his hair and runs to the gym door looking out.

"The hell you doing here Bilinski?" A voice belonging to his favorite teacher booms behind him.

"Coach! H-hey!" Stiles trips over his words, trying to figure out an excuse when Harris shows up in the door.

"Stilinski! What the hell" Harris growls.

Finstock looks at them with his hands on his hips and eye-brow cocked, "What are you doing here on a Saturday?"

The two others glared at each-other, not answering the coach.

"You know what? I don't care. I feel I would be happier not knowing," FInstock says throwing his hands up and walking towards his office.

"Actually coach, Since Stiles can't seem to stay in the classroom, maybe keeping him in the locker room would be better? You can keep an eye on him," Harris says grabbing Stiles arm harshly.

"Hey!" Stiles squeals.

Finstock looks at Harris like he is crazy, "I don't want to deal with Bilinski! I have to deal with him twice a day all week, i dont wanna do it on a saturday too!"

Harris glares at the other teacher and walks to the locker room shoving Stiles in while the teenager complained, "Just lock him in there until 3:10 then you can let him out."

"This is bullshit! Why cant you take him?" Finstock says childishly, crossing his arms.

Harris rolls his eyes, "I have a classroom full of other students."

"Fine, but you better come remind me or else ill forget," Coach says and Harris leaves while Coach goes to his office.

Meanwhile Stiles in sliding down the lockers and resting is head on his knees. Great, He had marujana in Lydia's bra, and his bag is in the classroom. And he doesn't have his phone, and he is going to be so bored for the next 3 hours.

He hoped the others made it to the classroom. Otherwise this would have all been for naught. He didn't want them to get in more trouble. He was just bored and remembered he had weed and getting high would be fun. He knows that's why Finstock is here. To get drunk on Vodka, and high on Cough syrup. Why the coach didn't do it at his own house was a mystery to him. Maybe Coach is lonely?

COach Finstock was one of his favorite teachers. He let Stiles get away with a lot of his crazy antics. He was pretty easy going too, except when it came to Greenberg and Lacrosse. He was a wacky one and Stiles would miss him when he graduated. He knew a lot of other students didn't like him all that much since Finstock was weird and loud and yelled a lot. BUt Stiles appreciated his unique personality.

After ten minutes that felt like an hour, Stiles stood up and deided he needed to get out of here. He walked over to the showers where there were sme windows in the top, just big enough for him to fit through. He grabbed a bench and moved it towards the window. He climbed it and reached up to open the window. His head barely made it to the bottom, so if he did end up getting it open he would have to pull himself through the with his upper body strength that was practically non-existent. Then he could make his way to the window or the chemistry classroom and get in through the window.

He doubted that Harris would come check on him since he was left in Finstocks hands. And the coach would forget he was even there. Amd since he was locked up, Harriswould think there is no reason to gave to keep a close eye on the others. Even if they were in detention.

He got the window open with a small squeak that made him freeze and look around before opening it all the way. He grabbed the edge and pulled himself up and out the window. He fell on the other side, landing on his back and the breath flew out of his lungs.

"Worth it," He mumbled as he gets up and looks up at the window. I was still open, but later he would have to get back in there so Harris and Finstock don't get him in even more trouble. He looked around for something to use to get up their later and saw a trash can, "Good enough."