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Y/N's POV.
"Stiles, you have an early lacrosse practice and I have tutoring remember?" you yelled as he turned back over, ignoring you. "Stiles!" "Hm?" "You're not supposed to miss any more practices and I need help in math," you groaned as he closed his eyes again.
"There's a chance I won't be a senior with you, Stiles." You shook his shoulders roughly, still no response.
"Stiles!" you cried, crossing your arms over your chest. "If you don't get up, I'm seriously going to murder you." "Mhm." You smiled as you pulled on his arm, turning him over to face you before leaning down and pressing your lips onto his.
He quickly kissed back, his hands finding your face. "Okay, I'm up."
