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This is not how i expected my night to go; with Stiles, in the dark, in the school. Waving a flashlight around, he talked on the phone with Scott. He opened his locker, digging around in it. "And if you're not down here in 5 seconds i will destroy you", he spoke into his phone, "5...4...3...2...". Turning around Scott emerged from the shadows, making Stiles jump into into me- taking me by surprise. "1", Scott laughed. "Happy Mischief night", i chuckled. 

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Minding my own business, at my locker, my senses warned me of something. Turning around, i caught the free-flying toilet roll heading my way. The culprits stared at me with wide eyes while i gave them a sarcastic smile and threw the object back at them, making them jump. Laughing, i grabbed my bag and swung it onto my shoulder just as Scott and Stiles entered. Hitting him, another toilet roll bounced of Stiles' head. "Hey!", he shouted, pointing at the Freshmen.

Joining them, i looked to Scott, "wise decision, very wise alpha decision". Rolling his eyes as we came to Stiles' locker. Messing about the contents of his bag, Stiles kept giving me side glances while Scott just stared off in the distance. Twisting my neck, i saw the victim of his gaze. "You looking at her?", i asked, nudging his shoulder. "Who?", he replied, snapping his attention back to earth.
"Kira, do you like her?".
"No".
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"I mean, yeah, she's nice".
Stiles slammed his locker shut, "ask her out". "What, now?", the werewolf replied, mouth open like a fish. Advancing forwards, Stiles slipped his hand into mine as we walked, making me smile. "Yes, now", i said. "Scott, look you're an alpha, you are the apex predator", Stiles said, using his free hand to pat his shoulder, "everyone wants you, you know? You're like the hot girl everyone wants". Stopping, Issac came over to us, confused as anything. "I'm the hot girl?", Scott asked, eyebrows together. "You are the hottest girl", i laughed before Stiles and I walked into class.

I bit my lip to stop hysterical laughter escaping my mouth while Coach burst through the door. "Mischief night, Hell night, i don't care what you call it", he said, knocking things from his desk, "you little punks are evil, you think it's funny?". He hit my desk, making me jump back and snort. "Oh this", he said, picking up a small gift, "we're doing this again?". Dropping it to the floor, he stamped on it, a loud crack sounding from it. Face showing shock, Coach crouched down and pulled a piece of broken ceramic from the package. Next to it was a page. "Happy birthday...", he sighed.