Scott:
All Scott wanted was to make the silent treatment you were giving him, stop. The thing was that you found out he had once made out with Lydia while Stiles had asked him to find out if she liked him. This incident on its own pissed you enough , but seeing him spending more and more time with her lately made you jealous, so you decided to stop talking to him for a while in order to tease him.
"Y/N" he whispered from two seats behind. You were sat on the front, Stiles behind you and Scott behind him.
"Mr. McCall I realize mathematics might not be an interesting topic to a thug like you but I'd rather not have you ruining the lesson for those who actually want to pay attention" the teacher said and you glanced around. Nobody looked like they were paying attention besides Malia.
You were shaken out of your thoughts when a tiny paper landed on your desk.
I miss the sound of your voice. it said.
You wrote something down and gave it to Stiles who passed it to Scott.
here, read this in my voice: SHUT UP you had written and Scott let out a whine when he read it. The teacher glanced at him but Scott acted as if nothing was going on.
Stiles poked your back and handed you the same paper.
babe, I think you're confused, instead of I love you you wrote shut up. But I got it. So love you too xxx ;) you chuckled at that but quickly covered it. However Scott managed to hear both the chuckle and your heart beat so he leaned back at his chair proudly.
You scribbled something down again and gave it to Stiles.
I'm never confused 'babe' I just wished you had the guts to prove me that you love me. Being with Lydia 24/7 isn't how I'd expect you to...
Scott sighed at this and Stiles handed you back the paper.
I'll scream it
You wrote don't you dare and gave it to Stiles who sighed getting tired of your shit. Scott wrote something down again and when you received the paper it had two new notes.
I'll do it in Scott's handwriting and I hate being the messenger in your relationship in the same colored marker that Stiles was holding.
"Miss Y/L/N... anything you want to share with the class?" the teacher approached taking ahold of the paper.
Stiles and Scott knew what this meant. He would not open it and read it, because that would be invading privacy rights but he was definitely going to give you detention.
The teacher opened his mouth ready to release a storm of scolding on you when Scott stood up.
"Oh! Mr. McCall I see you did not take into account my previous notice...'' the teacher commented motioning for him to sit down but Scott stood still. "Sit down Scott" the teacher commanded sternly, obviously annoyed, but Scott did not obey. "I see. Then let me ask you, Do you have anything you might want to share with the class?" the teacher asked.
"As a matter of fact, I do" Scott said causing everyone to turn and look at him.
"Oh? You do?" the teacher smirked.
"You do?" you said in a warning tone, knowing exactly what he was about to do. He smiled triumphantly at the fact that you talked to him.
"Yes sir. I love Y/N'' he said smiling and you buried your head in your hands trying hiding your red cheeks.
''Why should we care?'' the teacher asked and you shook your head.
''Because young love is a beautiful thing, sir."
Then you got up as well smiling trying not to burst out laughing. ''I love him too, sir,'' you said proudly.
''I am not marrying you kids, I am teaching a lesson here. Both of you: detention afterschool... and get out of my classroom,'' he waved you off and you looked at each other whispering a victorious Yes as you exited the class.
''They told you they love each other and to punish them you let both of them skip the class?'' Scott heard Stiles asking after you had closed the door. He grabbed you and planted a kiss on your lips.
Stiles:
This was all your fault. You were the one who started it when during lunch exclaimed that there is a comeback to every pick up line. Stiles argued that you can't possibly think of one to every existing pick up line, but you insisted.
You were supposed to be having English literature when Stiles who was sharing the desk with you wrote something on ''Withering Heights."
You looked at his tremendous hand writing trying to make out what he said.
There's something wrong with my eyes. I can't take them off of you
''Stiles are you hitting on me?'' you asked chuckling and he pushed the book in your direction.
''Come on. Answer back!... Unless you can't,'' he smirked. Oh so this was a challenge.
There is something wrong with mine as well. I can't see you getting anywhere with me. you wrote down and he sighed, turning the page where there was more space to keep writing.
Are you wearing space pants? Cause your ass is out of this world.
You chuckled at that one.
Good try Stiles. But I'm actually wearing softball pants because my ass is out of your league. He sighed even harder as soon as he read that one.
I googled sexy and a picture of you came up.
yeah you'll get the same result if you google not interested
This was becoming personal. Stiles knew you were only trying to prove a point but it felt as if you were turning him down.
What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? he wrote down
''I was gonna ask you the same thing,'' you chose to whisper that one instead of writing it down.
The teacher had been above your heads for a while now, reading the notes, but you two were too absorbed in what you were doing to notice.
''Good one,'' the teacher said causing you two to look up. ''Might wanna try that on the principal,'' she continued as she motioned for you both to exit. You sighed pushing the desk and getting up, exiting the class.
''Seriously Y/N?''
''It's true. Don't even try to deny it,'' you smirked.
''Okay, okay. How about this one,'' he said raising one finger in the air.
''Go ahead.''
''My friends call me sugar lips. Wanna find out why?'' he asked and you tried to think of a comeback.
Then you grabbed the hem of his shirt and kissed him, he hesitated at first but then he kissed you back.
''Couldn't think of a comeback?'' he asked you smiling.
''No, I just wanted to find out why.'' You smiled back.
Isaac:
With Isaac it was personal. It was a war between you two. You wanted to see who would last longer, who would remain silent and avoid detention.
At first you tried tickling him but it did not work. Then he tried tickling you but you two were strong enough to contain it.
You were about to give up when you realized he was following other methods. His hand landed on the small of your back. You looked at his hand, then him. His eyes were straight forward pretending to pay attention to the lesson.
Your hand was placed to his knee and as soon as you did that he lightly squeezed your butt. This caused you let out a gasp. The teacher glared at you and you cursed under your breath. That was too close. You looked at Isaac slightly smirking but not looking at you.
Your hand made its way to his thigh squeezing it, as a response he placed his hand as well on your thigh.
You were both staring forward at the board, trying not to smirk.
Your fingers caressed his thigh and moved slightly upwards as he did the same. Unfortunately, you were wearing a skirt with no tights, so the feeling was a lot different. Having his fingers like that caressing the sensitive skin, it made you crave other things. You moved yours even closer to his member and his eyes widened. He too was starting to lose, but then all of a sudden his hand with no warning slipped beneath the skirt and he pulled the fabric of your panties once causing it to hit your core. This made you jump up with flashed red cheeks.
''Miss Y/N I will not have you interrupting my class''
''But-but it's not my fault...''
''Whose fault is it ?'' the teacher asked and you glared at Isaac.
''Lahey? What did he do?'' the teacher asked and Isaac smirked. You realized you could not actually say what he had done so you sighed and lowered your head.
''I'll help myself to detention..." you mumbled as you walked out seeing Isaac waving at you with a huge grin on his face.
Liam:
Liam was the coach's favorite student. Not only cause he was ''just that good'' in lacrosse, but also because he always paid attention in his lesson. You had made a bet with Stiles that no matter what, you'd get Liam in detention, and you were never one to back away from a bet.
''Liam!'' you whispered but he did not turn to look at you. He was too into the lesson.
''Hey Liam, I slept with your sister,'' you said finally causing him to look at you with furrowed brows.
''I... I don't even have a sister. Y/N... what ?'' he questioned and you chuckled at how cute he was.
''What are your plans for tonight?'' your question caused him to furrow his brows even more but then he looked at coach.
''We'll talk later... Don't want to be staying for detention,'' he said turning to face to the front again. This was going to be harder than you thought.
You threw tiny papers at him, tried to get his attention but nothing and then all of a sudden, someone tried to throw a plastic bottle in the bin while coach was writing on the board but in order for the bottle to reach the bin it would have to fly right by you, so when it did you hit it changing its course, causing it to land on coach's bum. He turned with a furious look on his face.
''Who did this?!'' he shouted and you immediately pointed at Liam.
''Liam did it!'' you said and Liam looked at you surprised. You knew this was wrong but you had to win the bet. You really had to because if you lost, Stiles would tell Liam you had a crush on him.
''I am not convinced Y/N'' the coach said in your direction and you sighed.
''Liam is my best student and has never attempted anything like this... you on the other hand... maybe you should think this through during detention...'' he said pointing at the door. You rolled your eyes but bit your lip in worry. Not only had you not achieved in winning the bet but you also got yourself detention.
''She's telling the truth coach," you heard someone say and turned to look at Liam. What?
'WHAT? Dunbar you don't have to stick up for her,'' the coach said.
''I'm not. I threw it,'' Liam continued.
Coach glanced between you two for a moment, unsure of what to do.
''Alright, both of you, out,'' he said and you exited.
You felt terribly guilty. ''You didn't have to do that...'' you mumbled.
''Well I was going to get one way or another because I have been dying to ask you... What did Stiles say he'd do if you lost the bet?'' he asked taking you by surprise. Had he heard about the bet? Was this why he was deliberately ignoring you?
''Throw water at me?'' you lied.
''You're not afraid of a little water, come on what was it?''
''Ugh, fine he said he'd tell my crush I like them,'' you admitted.
''Oh okay,'' He shrugged and started walking away.
''Wait... don't you wanna-'' you started, a bit disappointed.
''Yes. But since you lost Stiles be telling me soon, right?'' he smirked leaving you speechless.