The breakfast pack

The four of them sat together playing a game of cards Scott had in his bag, while Lydia played some music on her phone.

Stiles sat lounged with one foot in the lap of Derek who had relaxed enough to slouch against the wall and hadn't pushed his leg off.

"So, big guy, would you really let me eat lunch with you on monday?" Stiles asks Derek as he puts a card down.

Derek glances at him and raises an eye brow when Stiles doesnt make eye contact, "Sure, as long as you dont be an asshole."

Stiles giggles, a light blush on his cheeks, in embarassment or some other reason, the otger didnt know "Yeah, Im sorry about that. I have foot-in-mouth-syndrome. But for real. I'm sorry for the things I've said."

Derek smiles and nudges into the brown eyed boys foot, making him look up and catvh his eye, "It's fine, but do it again, and I'll rip your throat out-with my teeth."

Stiles throws his head back in a laugh and Derek is caught off guard. His cheeks sporting a slight ruddy color, and he looks intensely at his cards instead of the other teen, "You sure you're not a were-wolf?"

Derek rolls his eyes in amusement, and watches as the other boy wins the game. much tobthe other chagrine.

Soon enough, it was two-thirty and Stiles had to be going back to the locker room so that Harris doesn't have a heart attack, or Stiles get in even more trkuble than he already was. He helps put the room back in order and makes his way to the window.

"Stiles?" Lydia asks coming up to him. He turns to her questioningly, slighgly on guard. She shuffles her feet a bit nervously before speaking, "I just want to say that I'm sorry. For all the things me and my friends have put you through. You're not too bad."

Stiles smirks, "You're not to prissy yourself."

The two of them nod to each-other with a sense of respect. He climbs his way out the window falling on his face in the grass. He dusts off his clothes and starts jogging across the campus when he hears his name being called. He turns and sees Derek at the window.

He jogs back over curious, "Whats up Sour-wolf?"

Derek shoves his hand out the window. A paper between his fingers, a flattering shade ofnlink just below his eyes, "Text me some time. We sculd go see a movie or something."

Stiles smiles widely, taking the paper and putting it in the small pocket on his flannel. He leans up and kisses Derek on the corner of his lips, "Will do, Der."

He lulls back and with a wink sprints across the campus to the trash can below the window to the locker room, climbing in.

Mean while Allison and Scott were sitting at their desks their heads shoved together.

"You know, You're actually pretty smart," Allison says teasingly to Scott who blushes.

"And you're not as weird as people make you out to be," He teases back and she cuffs him in the head lightly making him laugh.

"Is it safe to assume we can sit next to each-other in Math?" She asks tentatively anxiously playing with her pencil

Scott smiles a puppy dog smile, "I'd really like that."

Allison smiles widely and leans in giving Scott a slow kiss. Every time she moved she didn't bother making friends or getting attached to people because it end in dissapointment. But maybe this time, she could take the risk. And maybe it would be worth it.

Scott pulls back and turns to the frong of the room with a goofy smile on his face. Allison looks at Derek who sat red in the face in his chair staring at his desk top, and Lydia who was writing on the paper they were actually supposed to do.

"Yo Lyds, you actually doing the paper?" Scott asks and Lydia nods, "Its kinda a waste for all of us to write a paper so, would you-"

Lydia smiles at him with a megawatt smile that held secrets, "Already ahead of you."

When the bell rings Stiles goes to the locker doors realising it was unlocked the entire time, much tonhis annoyance. he scaled out ofbthe freaking window and the door had been unlocked all along? He shakes his head and makes his way to the classroom, while the other four were getting their stuff together to leave.

"Wheres Harris?" Scott asks as Stiles walks in insgead lf the stuck up teacher. The plaid clad teen shrugged. Maybe he forgot they were here and left?

Little did they know Finstock and Harris were passed out in Finstocks Office. They had taken nyquil and vodka. Oh the joys lf teaching.

"Ready to go?" Allison asks as she shoulders her bag. Scott who nods and grabs her hand as they walk out the door and the school together.

Lydia follows with her head held high. Jackson was outside waiting for her, but Lydia sighed, rolled her eyes walked up to his porsche.

"Hey babe! Out of the slammer huh?" Jackson says cheerfully when he nkticed her coming his way.

Lydia glares and throws a key at him, "We are done. I'll get a ride with Stiles."

She turned to leave Jackson with his mouth open and confused.

She walks to Stiles jeep and smirked as she saw him with Derek. The two of them were making out, like they were starving for eachother. She rolled her eyes, "Hello gays. I mean guys."

Stiles pulls away from Derek who looks dazed and laughs at her, "No you don't."

Lydia smiles and shrugs, "Can you give me a ride?"

"No Jackson?" Derek asks wrapping his arms around Stiles. He looked as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Lydia was happy that he had gotten the stick oit of his ass.

"That boat has sailed," She left it at that and goes to the passenger the jeep.

Stiles rolls his eyes and kisses Derek on the cheek, "Text you later."

Derek nods and Stiles smiles at him as he enters the jeep. Derek goes to his own car with his shoulders more relaxed than when he arrived that morning. Allison stands next go Scott,holding his hand, as her father pulls up. She gives the jock a kiss on the cheek and runs to the car ignoring the questioning glance from her father. Scott watches as the car drjves towards the exit before jumping on his bike, smiling like an idiot.

Each teen cane ghat morning expecging to have the worst day ever. They left knowing that they would never be the same. Each leaving, but not forgetting.