Cora glances over at Stiles as she adjusts the book bag on her shoulder, looking just about as uncomfortable with this scenario as she is. It’s not that she doesn’t want to agree with him, but at the same time.
“It’s not as though we have a choice.” Cora shifts her bag up onto her shoulder again. “No one can pinpoint exactly when the students went missing or why. So we can’t go sneaking around after school when no one is around.”
“Yeah, but … high school?” He glances back to her with a slight pleading expression. “I don’t know about you, but high school in Beacon Hills does not exactly have the greatest track record of it’s students making it out alive.”
“Then you should fit right in.” Abigail chimes in as she comes to stand next to them, one hand resting on the strap of her messenger bag. “Since that seems to be what’s happening to the students here.”
“And you at least have a leg up on me,” Cora sighs as she turns to face the school building again. “I never went to high school period.”
Stiles glances over and blinks at her for a moment, before turning back to Abigail again. “Maybe we should make sure she has a chaperone at all times.”
“That might be difficult, given that we’re all on separate schedules.” Belle makes her way forward and holds out a sheet of paper to each of them, containing their schedule of classes. “You all have the same study hall with me in the library, as well as the same lunch when I’m ‘on duty’ so we’ll be able to share information and not get you all into trouble.”
“Sounds good,” Cora says with a nod before squinting down at her schedule and frowning. “What’s … Introduction to Agriscience?”
“I gave you each whatever electives they had to make sure we covered our bases.”
Stiles nods, before glancing at Cora with a smirk. “Guess you’ll have to take it and find out.” He then turns back and starts to head towards the door with a shrug. “See you guys in a couple hours.”
Cora and Abigail glance at each other for a moment, before they take a deep breath and turn to follow in after him.
* * * * *
Cora is the last one to arrive in study hall, looking more grumpy than usual. She drops her book bag down as she slumps into the chair across from Stiles and Abigail, and Stiles holds out his hands at her as he asks the question.
“Where have you been?”
Cora scowls before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I got detention.”
Both Stiles and Abigail look at her baffled for a moment, before he squints at her. “You’ve been a student for all of three hours, how do you already have detention?”
“Because the teacher was an ass,” she fires back and Stiles buries his face in his hands while Abigail looks amused, if nothing else.
“Whatever, fine, hopefully we’ll have figured this out before the end of the day and you won’t have to go through with it.” He takes a deep breath. “But that would require the two of you coming up with something more useful than I have which is bupkis.”
Cora shakes her head. “I didn’t really find anything either. No weird scents or behavior.”
They both look to Abigail who doesn’t notice at first, but eventually she looks up, glancing between the two of them for a moment, then back to Cora. “Who did you get detention from?”
Stiles frowns then glances back to Cora. “What does that matter?”
Abigail sighs. “Humor me. Who was it?”
“Castleman. Why?”
Abigail nods once, before passing the files down to the rest of the group. “Each of the victims got detention with Castleman the day they disappeared.”
Cora and Stiles both blink for a moment before they each take the file and start flipping through them. Stiles frowns and then nods. “It’s the only thing all of them have in common.”
“So we’re thinking maybe whatever happened to them happened in detention?”
“Makes sense to me,” Stiles nods as the bell rings, and he hands the files off to Abigail. “I have Castleman sixth period and Abigail has him eighth, so between the two of us I think we can manage to get ourselves thrown into detention with you.”
Cora frowns then glances to Abigail. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Seems like the best idea we have.” Abigail gathers the files and gets to her feet. “I’ll hand these off to Belle and let her know what we’ve found. I’ll see you guys at lunch.”
Stiles nods as both he and Cora get up to head to the door. He drapes one arm around her shoulders as they go and pulls her in closer. “Try not to piss off too many other teachers before the end of the day.”
Cora crosses her arms in front of her chest, before glancing up at him. “So are you saying I should take out my frustration on you instead?”
Stiles falters for a moment before he steps back to part ways with her, moving his arms in an “in and out” gesture. “I was thinking more along the lines of deep breathing, you know? In and out.”
Cora rolls her eyes, before turning to head in the opposite direction. “Go to class, Stiles.”
* * * * *
Castleman was the chemistry teacher, so thankfully finding ways to get detention was easy. Stiles ultimately decided on being his usual charming self, talking so incessantly that Castleman practically exploded in the front of the room while Abigail …
… Abigail got to class early, but built an improvised flash-bang grenade out of the materials stored in the back of the class. She claimed it was an accident, but it’s still unclear on if the teachers actually believed her on that one.
With the plan seeming to have done the trick, the three of them arrive at the classroom in question at the same time, all prior to Castleman arriving, and they arranged themselves around the room while they waited. Cora is towards the front in case something decided to jump out of the black board and murder them, with Abigail sitting a few rows behind her and Stiles in the back on the opposite side. Cora can hear the sounds of the school emptying out around them and it isn’t until things are completely quiet that Castleman appears, scowling at the three of them without reservation.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had three students that are quite so … aggravating.”
“Thank you,” Stiles beams back at him, and Castleman glares.
“That is not a compliment, Mr. … ” He pauses to look down at his roster. “Stilinski.”
Stiles just continues to grin at him, before leaning back on his seat. “I dunno. I prefer to look on the bright side.”
“That will be your last mistake.” As he speaks, the dark material of the blackboard shimmers, and long spindly legs start to push out of the slate and onto the ceiling above them. “There is a consequence for being unruly students such as yourself.” The head of a giant, menacing looking spider appears next and he continues to speak. “I’m sure with attitudes like yours, no one will miss you either.”
None of the knights seem all that impressed. In fact, Cora and Stiles are both smirking while Abigail looks almost disinterested. As the spider finishes sneaking into the room, the teacher looks frustrated at their lack of a response.
“Why aren’t you terrified?”
“Well, for one, we’ve seen scarier things than that,” Stiles says as he shifts so that he’s leaning forward against his desk. “Two, you brought a spider to a werewolf fight.”
Cora’s eyes flash gold and the teacher looks started for a moment. “What … ?”
“Yeah,” Stiles smirks. “I’d run if I were you.”
* * * * *
“Why did you tell him to run?”
“I didn’t expect him to actually listen.”
The three of them are sitting against the lockers outside of the chemistry classroom, all covered in black gunk from the now dead spider creature – funny thing, it exploded when they were done murdering it – and they all look exhausted, but at least they’re done with high school. There’s the sound of skittering heels as Belle rounds the corner to meet them, and her eyes dart over each of them with concern as she does. “Are you all alright?”
Stiles gives her a thumbs up. “All clear. Spider’s dead and bad guy’s tied up inside for the cops.”
Belle looks surprised, but probably more because everything got wrapped up as quickly as it did. “Great! Then I’ll call Detective Valens and Wynn and let them know the mission is completed.”
Cora nods in agreement and then she looks up hopefully. “Then we can go home?” Belle nods as she steps away with her phone, and Stiles sighs as he slumps back against the door.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad.”
Abigail shifts next to him, slipping her hand in his before nodding her agreement. “Let’s never do it again.”
when i think back on all the crap i learned in high school ~ cora & stiles & abigail ~ 1,553 words
“This is a terrible idea.”
Cora glances over at Stiles as she adjusts the book bag on her shoulder, looking just about as uncomfortable with this scenario as she is. It’s not that she doesn’t want to agree with him, but at the same time.
“It’s not as though we have a choice.” Cora shifts her bag up onto her shoulder again. “No one can pinpoint exactly when the students went missing or why. So we can’t go sneaking around after school when no one is around.”
“Yeah, but … high school?” He glances back to her with a slight pleading expression. “I don’t know about you, but high school in Beacon Hills does not exactly have the greatest track record of it’s students making it out alive.”
“Then you should fit right in.” Abigail chimes in as she comes to stand next to them, one hand resting on the strap of her messenger bag. “Since that seems to be what’s happening to the students here.”
“And you at least have a leg up on me,” Cora sighs as she turns to face the school building again. “I never went to high school period.”
Stiles glances over and blinks at her for a moment, before turning back to Abigail again. “Maybe we should make sure she has a chaperone at all times.”
“That might be difficult, given that we’re all on separate schedules.” Belle makes her way forward and holds out a sheet of paper to each of them, containing their schedule of classes. “You all have the same study hall with me in the library, as well as the same lunch when I’m ‘on duty’ so we’ll be able to share information and not get you all into trouble.”
“Sounds good,” Cora says with a nod before squinting down at her schedule and frowning. “What’s … Introduction to Agriscience?”
“I gave you each whatever electives they had to make sure we covered our bases.”
Stiles nods, before glancing at Cora with a smirk. “Guess you’ll have to take it and find out.” He then turns back and starts to head towards the door with a shrug. “See you guys in a couple hours.”
Cora and Abigail glance at each other for a moment, before they take a deep breath and turn to follow in after him.
Cora is the last one to arrive in study hall, looking more grumpy than usual. She drops her book bag down as she slumps into the chair across from Stiles and Abigail, and Stiles holds out his hands at her as he asks the question.
“Where have you been?”
Cora scowls before crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I got detention.”
Both Stiles and Abigail look at her baffled for a moment, before he squints at her. “You’ve been a student for all of three hours, how do you already have detention?”
“Because the teacher was an ass,” she fires back and Stiles buries his face in his hands while Abigail looks amused, if nothing else.
“Whatever, fine, hopefully we’ll have figured this out before the end of the day and you won’t have to go through with it.” He takes a deep breath. “But that would require the two of you coming up with something more useful than I have which is bupkis.”
Cora shakes her head. “I didn’t really find anything either. No weird scents or behavior.”
They both look to Abigail who doesn’t notice at first, but eventually she looks up, glancing between the two of them for a moment, then back to Cora. “Who did you get detention from?”
Stiles frowns then glances back to Cora. “What does that matter?”
Abigail sighs. “Humor me. Who was it?”
“Castleman. Why?”
Abigail nods once, before passing the files down to the rest of the group. “Each of the victims got detention with Castleman the day they disappeared.”
Cora and Stiles both blink for a moment before they each take the file and start flipping through them. Stiles frowns and then nods. “It’s the only thing all of them have in common.”
“So we’re thinking maybe whatever happened to them happened in detention?”
“Makes sense to me,” Stiles nods as the bell rings, and he hands the files off to Abigail. “I have Castleman sixth period and Abigail has him eighth, so between the two of us I think we can manage to get ourselves thrown into detention with you.”
Cora frowns then glances to Abigail. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Seems like the best idea we have.” Abigail gathers the files and gets to her feet. “I’ll hand these off to Belle and let her know what we’ve found. I’ll see you guys at lunch.”
Stiles nods as both he and Cora get up to head to the door. He drapes one arm around her shoulders as they go and pulls her in closer. “Try not to piss off too many other teachers before the end of the day.”
Cora crosses her arms in front of her chest, before glancing up at him. “So are you saying I should take out my frustration on you instead?”
Stiles falters for a moment before he steps back to part ways with her, moving his arms in an “in and out” gesture. “I was thinking more along the lines of deep breathing, you know? In and out.”
Cora rolls her eyes, before turning to head in the opposite direction. “Go to class, Stiles.”
Castleman was the chemistry teacher, so thankfully finding ways to get detention was easy. Stiles ultimately decided on being his usual charming self, talking so incessantly that Castleman practically exploded in the front of the room while Abigail …
… Abigail got to class early, but built an improvised flash-bang grenade out of the materials stored in the back of the class. She claimed it was an accident, but it’s still unclear on if the teachers actually believed her on that one.
With the plan seeming to have done the trick, the three of them arrive at the classroom in question at the same time, all prior to Castleman arriving, and they arranged themselves around the room while they waited. Cora is towards the front in case something decided to jump out of the black board and murder them, with Abigail sitting a few rows behind her and Stiles in the back on the opposite side. Cora can hear the sounds of the school emptying out around them and it isn’t until things are completely quiet that Castleman appears, scowling at the three of them without reservation.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had three students that are quite so … aggravating.”
“Thank you,” Stiles beams back at him, and Castleman glares.
“That is not a compliment, Mr. … ” He pauses to look down at his roster. “Stilinski.”
Stiles just continues to grin at him, before leaning back on his seat. “I dunno. I prefer to look on the bright side.”
“That will be your last mistake.” As he speaks, the dark material of the blackboard shimmers, and long spindly legs start to push out of the slate and onto the ceiling above them. “There is a consequence for being unruly students such as yourself.” The head of a giant, menacing looking spider appears next and he continues to speak. “I’m sure with attitudes like yours, no one will miss you either.”
None of the knights seem all that impressed. In fact, Cora and Stiles are both smirking while Abigail looks almost disinterested. As the spider finishes sneaking into the room, the teacher looks frustrated at their lack of a response.
“Why aren’t you terrified?”
“Well, for one, we’ve seen scarier things than that,” Stiles says as he shifts so that he’s leaning forward against his desk. “Two, you brought a spider to a werewolf fight.”
Cora’s eyes flash gold and the teacher looks started for a moment. “What … ?”
“Yeah,” Stiles smirks. “I’d run if I were you.”
“Why did you tell him to run?”
“I didn’t expect him to actually listen.”
The three of them are sitting against the lockers outside of the chemistry classroom, all covered in black gunk from the now dead spider creature – funny thing, it exploded when they were done murdering it – and they all look exhausted, but at least they’re done with high school. There’s the sound of skittering heels as Belle rounds the corner to meet them, and her eyes dart over each of them with concern as she does. “Are you all alright?”
Stiles gives her a thumbs up. “All clear. Spider’s dead and bad guy’s tied up inside for the cops.”
Belle looks surprised, but probably more because everything got wrapped up as quickly as it did. “Great! Then I’ll call Detective Valens and Wynn and let them know the mission is completed.”
Cora nods in agreement and then she looks up hopefully. “Then we can go home?” Belle nods as she steps away with her phone, and Stiles sighs as he slumps back against the door.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad.”
Abigail shifts next to him, slipping her hand in his before nodding her agreement. “Let’s never do it again.”