Stiles' POV
"...So, maybe we should leave that pertanyaan until the end of the presentation," Emma suggested, pointing to the piece of paper Stiles was holding.
"Uh, yeah," Stiles replied, not sure what he just agreed to. Surprisingly, it wasn't the boredom of the subject that caused his lack of concentration on the project, but it was his lab partner. He continued to look at her stunning features as she looked over the paper for a hudredth time. Her brown eyes moved side-to-side, membaca every line. She tucked a strand of her dirty-blonde hair behind one ear as she habitually bit her full bottom lip. Without even saying anything, Emma made him so nervous.
The school bel, bell rang, signalling the end of last period. Stiles sighed, relieved. He always looked meneruskan, ke depan to the end of Biology class, however, he felt this new girl could change that.
"So, I'll do pertanyaan 6-10, and anda can do 1-5?" Emma spoke over the sound of chairs squeaking as she collected her things.
"Yeah," Stiles repeated. Considering his great dislike for homework, Stiles felt glad that he finally had a project-partner that didn't doubt his productivity and gave him a share of the work.
"Ok, so, I'll see anda tomorrow, Stiles," Emma chirped, giving him one last smile, before she turned to leave the classroom. Stiles just smiled back and made sure to look at her body as she walked away. He threw his paper and pencil in his backpack. He made his way out of the classroom, grabbed his sports equipment out of his locker, and made his way to lacrosse practice.
Once he got into the locker room, he threw his things onto the bench and began to get changed. Scott walked in and dropped his things right beside Stiles', groaning out of fatigue.
"Hey, dude, anda okay?" Stiles curiously asked. Scott looked at him through tired eyes.
"Tired as hell," Scott groaned, "But anda seem happy."
"I'm in love," Stiles responded, leaning on an empty locker with a goofy smile.
"In love?" Scott echoed. He chuckled, tieing his shoe-laces. "In cinta with who?"
"This new girl. In my Bio class. I got her as my project-partner, how lucky is that?"
Scott's tired face flashed a grin at his best friend and shook his head.
"So, anda just met this girl, and you're in cinta with her?"
"Okay, maybe not in love- whatever, but she is hot." Scott snickered at his komentar and gave Stiles a thumbs-up.
"Well, I'm happy for you," he replied, "Even if anda are crazy."
The two of them proceeded to the field. After a long, tiring practice, they changed quickly and berkata their goodbyes.
Stiles got into his Jeep, throwing his backback in the passenger seat. He started the engine and zoomed out of the school parking-lot. As he drove down the vacant road, he noticed a figure on the side, with a backpack and carrying a pile of books. It didn't take him long to realize it was Emma. He slowed the car down, rolled out the window and called out,
"Hey!"
Emma jerked her head to him, nearly dropping the colossal amount of textbooks she was carrying. Clearly, she was startled. "Sorry," Stiles shouted, wincing. Emma laughed. Such an angel-like laugh.
"Stiles, hey," she said, bringing a smile to his face as he heard her say his name. Emma's dirty blond hair was a frizzy mess, due to the humidity. Her face was flushed and she was lightly panting.
"You need a ride?"
"You seem so shady," she joked, "It's fine- how much longer until I reach Crusberry Drive?"
"You'd have to turn the other way and walk about half an hour," Stiles chuckled. Emma smiled, embarrased.
"Of course," she mumbled.
"Come on, get in- you're going to melt," Stiles suggested, "I have air conditioning."
"Tempting," Emma replied, "You wouldn't mind?" How could he mind, he thought. He could never mind doing a favour for such a beautiful girl.
"Not at all," he cooly said. She smiled and walked towards the car, opening the door with her free hand. Stiles tossed his backpack to the backseat, freeing the passenger seat. She plopped down, stretching out her legs.
"Thanks so much, I really appreciate it," Emma told him, looking at him with hynotizing eyes.
Stiles did a light u-turn and drove towards Crusberry Drive. "Why were anda walking? And with all those books?"
"I didn't intend to," Emma retorted, "My dad was supposed to pick me up, he told me I didn't need to drive my own car- after an jam of waiting at the school, I decided I could find my way back. I guess not. And turns out anda need a gazillion different textbooks for five different subjects."
Stiles couldn't help but laugh at her situation, but she didn't seem to mind.
"How- how about anda put your number in my phone the selanjutnya time anda need rescuing?" Stiles asked, without thinking, "Just text your number so anda have mine." He immediatley felt he was being too meneruskan, ke depan and blushed.
"Sure," she chirped. "And in return, I'll make sure to text you, reminding anda to do your homework, so anda 'do your share in this project'," she replied, mocking their sebelumnya encounter with Mr. Harris. Stiles laughed and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. He handed it to her, feeling her fingers overlap his as she took it from him. This made him a bit nervous. As she typed in her information, Stiles had a hard time focusing on the road. He wanted to look over at Emma and just stare at her.
"And there," Emma stated, interrupting his thought.
"Thanks," Stiles said, putting the cellphone back into his pocket, "Okay, Crusberry Drive- your house number?"
"22," she said, "It's on the right." Stiles slowed down his Jeep in front of a quaint, white house. "Thanks so much- I really do appreciate it," Emma said, collecting her backpack that she placed earlier oleh her feet.
"No problem," he said, "I'll see anda tomorrow. Don't forget to do your homework" Stiles winced at his last sentence. 'Don't forget to do your homework?', he mentally repeated, 'That's what you're leaving her with. Dork.'
"Yeah," Emma replied, giving him yet another heart-stopping smile, "Thanks again. See you."
Stiles grinned back at her. She closed the door and jogged past his Jeep. As she approached the driveway, Stiles began to slowly drove away- but made sure to check she made it inside the house.
Stiles couldn't stop smiling the entire ride home. Until he thought about all the homework he had to do.
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"...So, maybe we should leave that pertanyaan until the end of the presentation," Emma suggested, pointing to the piece of paper Stiles was holding.
"Uh, yeah," Stiles replied, not sure what he just agreed to. Surprisingly, it wasn't the boredom of the subject that caused his lack of concentration on the project, but it was his lab partner. He continued to look at her stunning features as she looked over the paper for a hudredth time. Her brown eyes moved side-to-side, membaca every line. She tucked a strand of her dirty-blonde hair behind one ear as she habitually bit her full bottom lip. Without even saying anything, Emma made him so nervous.
The school bel, bell rang, signalling the end of last period. Stiles sighed, relieved. He always looked meneruskan, ke depan to the end of Biology class, however, he felt this new girl could change that.
"So, I'll do pertanyaan 6-10, and anda can do 1-5?" Emma spoke over the sound of chairs squeaking as she collected her things.
"Yeah," Stiles repeated. Considering his great dislike for homework, Stiles felt glad that he finally had a project-partner that didn't doubt his productivity and gave him a share of the work.
"Ok, so, I'll see anda tomorrow, Stiles," Emma chirped, giving him one last smile, before she turned to leave the classroom. Stiles just smiled back and made sure to look at her body as she walked away. He threw his paper and pencil in his backpack. He made his way out of the classroom, grabbed his sports equipment out of his locker, and made his way to lacrosse practice.
Once he got into the locker room, he threw his things onto the bench and began to get changed. Scott walked in and dropped his things right beside Stiles', groaning out of fatigue.
"Hey, dude, anda okay?" Stiles curiously asked. Scott looked at him through tired eyes.
"Tired as hell," Scott groaned, "But anda seem happy."
"I'm in love," Stiles responded, leaning on an empty locker with a goofy smile.
"In love?" Scott echoed. He chuckled, tieing his shoe-laces. "In cinta with who?"
"This new girl. In my Bio class. I got her as my project-partner, how lucky is that?"
Scott's tired face flashed a grin at his best friend and shook his head.
"So, anda just met this girl, and you're in cinta with her?"
"Okay, maybe not in love- whatever, but she is hot." Scott snickered at his komentar and gave Stiles a thumbs-up.
"Well, I'm happy for you," he replied, "Even if anda are crazy."
The two of them proceeded to the field. After a long, tiring practice, they changed quickly and berkata their goodbyes.
Stiles got into his Jeep, throwing his backback in the passenger seat. He started the engine and zoomed out of the school parking-lot. As he drove down the vacant road, he noticed a figure on the side, with a backpack and carrying a pile of books. It didn't take him long to realize it was Emma. He slowed the car down, rolled out the window and called out,
"Hey!"
Emma jerked her head to him, nearly dropping the colossal amount of textbooks she was carrying. Clearly, she was startled. "Sorry," Stiles shouted, wincing. Emma laughed. Such an angel-like laugh.
"Stiles, hey," she said, bringing a smile to his face as he heard her say his name. Emma's dirty blond hair was a frizzy mess, due to the humidity. Her face was flushed and she was lightly panting.
"You need a ride?"
"You seem so shady," she joked, "It's fine- how much longer until I reach Crusberry Drive?"
"You'd have to turn the other way and walk about half an hour," Stiles chuckled. Emma smiled, embarrased.
"Of course," she mumbled.
"Come on, get in- you're going to melt," Stiles suggested, "I have air conditioning."
"Tempting," Emma replied, "You wouldn't mind?" How could he mind, he thought. He could never mind doing a favour for such a beautiful girl.
"Not at all," he cooly said. She smiled and walked towards the car, opening the door with her free hand. Stiles tossed his backpack to the backseat, freeing the passenger seat. She plopped down, stretching out her legs.
"Thanks so much, I really appreciate it," Emma told him, looking at him with hynotizing eyes.
Stiles did a light u-turn and drove towards Crusberry Drive. "Why were anda walking? And with all those books?"
"I didn't intend to," Emma retorted, "My dad was supposed to pick me up, he told me I didn't need to drive my own car- after an jam of waiting at the school, I decided I could find my way back. I guess not. And turns out anda need a gazillion different textbooks for five different subjects."
Stiles couldn't help but laugh at her situation, but she didn't seem to mind.
"How- how about anda put your number in my phone the selanjutnya time anda need rescuing?" Stiles asked, without thinking, "Just text your number so anda have mine." He immediatley felt he was being too meneruskan, ke depan and blushed.
"Sure," she chirped. "And in return, I'll make sure to text you, reminding anda to do your homework, so anda 'do your share in this project'," she replied, mocking their sebelumnya encounter with Mr. Harris. Stiles laughed and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. He handed it to her, feeling her fingers overlap his as she took it from him. This made him a bit nervous. As she typed in her information, Stiles had a hard time focusing on the road. He wanted to look over at Emma and just stare at her.
"And there," Emma stated, interrupting his thought.
"Thanks," Stiles said, putting the cellphone back into his pocket, "Okay, Crusberry Drive- your house number?"
"22," she said, "It's on the right." Stiles slowed down his Jeep in front of a quaint, white house. "Thanks so much- I really do appreciate it," Emma said, collecting her backpack that she placed earlier oleh her feet.
"No problem," he said, "I'll see anda tomorrow. Don't forget to do your homework" Stiles winced at his last sentence. 'Don't forget to do your homework?', he mentally repeated, 'That's what you're leaving her with. Dork.'
"Yeah," Emma replied, giving him yet another heart-stopping smile, "Thanks again. See you."
Stiles grinned back at her. She closed the door and jogged past his Jeep. As she approached the driveway, Stiles began to slowly drove away- but made sure to check she made it inside the house.
Stiles couldn't stop smiling the entire ride home. Until he thought about all the homework he had to do.
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