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"Alright everyone as you already know, there will be a chemistry test Friday." Our teacher said, then received groans from the class.
The teacher was babbling about who knows what, when suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder from the person sitting next to me–Stiles.
"So Y/N, what do you think of coming over to my house tonight to study? I haven't been the best at this unit." He said playing with his pencil but not taking his eyes off mine.
Suddenly I got nervous. I've never been alone with Stiles before. EVER. Usually when we hang out, it's with everyone–Scott, Lydia, Liam...
"Sure." I say without thinking about any plans I could have after school.
"Great." He smiles.
...
"Oh! There you are Y/N." Lydia says rushing over to me at my locker.
"It's almost the end of the day where have you been?" Lydia asked confused.
"In class..." I say.
"Well yes! Sorry. It's just that we need to make it to the mall before there's traffic." She said raising her eyebrows.
Shit I completely forgot about our plans for after school today.
"Oh... About that..." I say biting my lip. "Stiles invited me to his house to study...?" I let out a nervous chuckle. She was silent. Suddenly she grew a huge smile.
"Lydia?" I ask, seeing that her smile turned into a massive grin.
"Oh my gosh Y/N!" She squealed.
"Why? What?" I ask confused.
"Don't you get it? When you go to Stiles' house tonight, there's a chance that there's going to be something other than studying if you know what I mean." She said winking and nudging my arm. "People who decide to study together, don't actually end up studying." She giggled. "Right. Okay well I'm just gonna go..." I say as I closed my locker. I began walking to meet Stiles.
Lydia squealed again. "Let me know how it goes!"
I laugh as I began walking. "We're just studying!"
...
"Okay so... We're on chapter five." I say opening my textbook.
We are currently laying down on the bed in his room.
I began to grow nervous and felt a bit of tension between us.
"So it would be page 290." I reassure with my voice a bit quiet.
I turned and saw Stiles digging through his bag then he groaned.
"...I forgot my textbook." He said sheepishly crossing his arms.
