"WHY ARE YOU HERE, STILES?" Valentina asked sourly as said boy slipped into the seat next to her, letting his bag drop to the floor with a loud bang. He looked towards the werewolf, who was writing the date on a sheet of lined paper, ignoring the human next to her until she got her answer.

"It's my first period too!" He answered, wearing the most unusual smile that she had seen in all of her life. "What a coincidence," Stiles slid an extra pencil behind his ear, the grunt that fell from her lips telling him that he'd annoyed her even more. He didn't do that which the intent of annoying her, it was just a bonus.

"Answer my question, Stiles or I'm gonna' rip out
your throat," She threatened, her nails beginning to grow into dirty golden, curved and obviously sharp claws. "With my claws." Slightly ignoring her threat, he racked his brain for where he might had heard something similar to what the young Hale had said.

"Where have I heard that before." He confessed, sharing his dilemma with her, but nonetheless she continued to glare at him, blazing with anger. With no consideration, Valentina moved her hand to his thigh, causing him to tense up, before he coughed unnaturally.

"Turn to page one hundred and forty three in your text books." Mr Halley entered the class, and he wondered what led him to be working with a bunch of teenagers, one of them having a hand on the other's thigh, another indiscreetly using their phone under the table. To think he had planned on going to Harvard.

"Okay, okay." Stiles gave in, Valentina removed her hand from his thigh and retraced her claws, immediately when he had done so. "Derek asked Scott to keep an eye on you." She had originally turned back to her book to pretend to be doing something productive, but when she had heard what was happening, she flicked her head back up to stare at him.

The Hale lifted her finger up in disapproval, as she chose not to mention how she felt about Derek setting her baby sitters. "What you're doing isn't 'keeping an eye on me', it's stalking." She corrected, leaving the brunet next to her speechless, not a single witty response coming to mind. Mr Halley turned on the projection screen, starting on the first slide.

"Today we're going to be learning about electrons, the first page in the book, if any of you care to know." A few members of the class chuckled at the teacher's comment, while others completely ignored him and continued to do what they had original been doing. He flicked to the next slide, and told the class to write down what they thought each word meant.

Valentina put her head down in confusion, having no idea what any of the four words on the board mean but she took a deep breath and wrote something completely random in her book. Awkwardly, Stiles glanced over to her answers and sighed in what seemed to be disappointment.

"Potential difference is the electrical pressure that transfers the electrons' energy around a circuit." Stiles aided, as he waited for her to look up from her page, that was now filled with doodles, to respond in any way to what he had told her.

"What?" Valentina asked, which caused the Stilinski boy to repeat his answer, before she looked back down to her page and continued to draw. "Physics isn't my thing." He felt weirdly uncomfortable after hearing what she had said, not having the slightest idea of how to respond.

"Come back to my place after school, to study." Stiles suggested, making the small werewolf next to him chuckle, yet he had no clue why. As the presentation went on to the next slide, she flicked her hair to the other side of her head, and dropped her pen on the table.

"No, I'm good." Seeming to be angered by the outcome of his question, he straightened his posture and moved closer to try again. Both of them had been completely unaware of how Mr Halley had been listening to their conversation, as he wondered what had caused the two to be so loud with their whisperings.

Before Stiles could pitch next point, Mr Halley looked away from his presentation and called them out. "Miss Hale, Mr Stilinski," The two looked up to their teacher, Valentina not looking at all bothered at being called out while Stiles knew that he was detention away from getting his dad called in. "Is there something that you would like to share with the rest of the class?"

"I, uh, think we're good, Sir." He answered awkwardly, as she smiled as sweetly as she could towards him, which surprisingly made him give up. When the teacher turned his back away from them, the Hale girl had punched Stiles in the arm, dropping her smile as quickly as Stiles had done with his bag at the beginning of the lesson.

"Discussions after class, not during."

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Practically running into the seat next to Valentina, Stiles gave her a very similar smile to the one that he had given her earlier. She responded with a scowl, and lifted her two books that she needed for that lesson from the ground. Valentina could remember what middle school was like, there was a lot of teachers around, a lot of paying attention but what happened to her in that lesson had never happened before.

The classroom erupted into a pandemonium of different ringtones. With furrowed eyebrows, she pulled out her phone, as everyone else did, to see that she had gained one new text message. Half way through the third sentence, they were all interrupted by someone reading the exact words aloud.

"The offing was barred by a black bank of cloud and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky seemed to lead into the heart of immense darkness," Miss Blake walked into the classroom, reading it to the class from her own phone, the young Hale recognising her from mere hours before.

Besides the teacher having read it out, Valentina returned back to her the words that had been sent to her. After reading it twice over, she had yet managed to find the meaning behind it before she gave up and put her phone, faced down, against the table. Miss Blake gave a small smile towards her, as she nodded towards everyone else, setting the phone that was in her hands down on the desk behind her as she had done second before.

Valentina was curious about how she had managed to get their phone numbers, especially since she had only recently joined it. With great effort she pushed the thoughts away, and focused on how the boys across had been staring at her. "This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."

A loud huff came from the back of the room, as most students accepted their fate and turned off their phones, while others were willing to fight for it. The small werewolf didn't really see the need for social media, all she needed on her phone was to contact people. She had managed to have a glance at her most recent message, before she had put her phone down, seeing that not only the teacher had wanted to get her attention.

Twenty minutes into the lesson, Miss Blake had given the students their first assignment to work on, whilst she sat behind her desk and looked at her computer. Valentina thought that she was a good teacher, much better than Mr Halley, yet she found it hard to concentrate with Stiles staring directly into her soul and Allison passing notes with Scott.

"Mr McCall," Ms. Blake announced, breaking the silence that the room previously had as a few heads looked up around the class, including Stiles, Allison, Lydia and Valentina. Sluggishly, Scott gathered his stuff and walked to the waiting teacher, who lead him outside off the class. She glanced to her side to see that Stiles and Lydia were quietly conversing with each other, while she was glad that he had stopped looking at her.

Hoping to find a sense of comfort that she had previously felt, Valentina looked to Allison and after a few seconds, the hunter looked up to lock eyes with the Hale girl. She had many questions to ask, and she felt no time to be able to. A few glances were made towards Valentina as she stood up and walked across to Allison, while Stiles' face fell into his hands.

When she was by her side, the werewolf was unable to ask her question as she saw Miss Blake was walk back into the room and Valentina was standing awkwardly in front of Allison. Miss Blake looked confusingly to the two girls, and without any context she looked to Stiles, who sent her a thumbs up.

Realising the situation she was in, and without another second of hesitation, Valentina walked up towards the teacher, hoping that she had not been next to Allison for too long that it came off as her trying to talk to her. Which she was, but that was besides the point. "I was wondering what question six—"

The young Hale was cut off by a loud bang that ran through the entire room, making the majority of people look up from their work. In curiosity, she moved towards the window, where the sound had come from, to see the sight of crimson stains, that she had grown to be so familiar with. Then she looked up, to see a whole flock of birds flying straight towards them.

"Get down!" The teacher screeched, as a second bird hit the window, causing Valentina ran back to Allison's side. She didn't know why she ran back to her, at the moment in time, she guessed that it was because of Stiles hiding underneath the table with Lydia, but deep in her she knew how much the hunter had begin to mean to her.

Only few complied with what Miss Blake had demand, still stunned by the amount of birds. She looked up to them confusingly, wondering why they were not down on the ground trying to save themselves. Until at the final second, before the colony of birds had run into the windows, they began to scream and feel the urge of self preservation.

Eventually, with all of the birds going for the same place with the same speed, the window smashed with pieces of glass scattering everywhere. Valentina covered herself over Allison as much as she could, the sense to protect her overriding everything else she felt. She always knew that she wanted to save people, after watching her family burn, she felt the need to save the same amount of people, to even out the universe. But this was different.

Thanks to Allison's actions, seconds prior to the attack, they were hiding behind a flipped table. Screams filled the room, blood was everywhere to be seen and no one could escape it. Everyone was being clawed apart, and when she looked to Stiles, she saw him doing similarly to what she was doing to Allison, except with Lydia. Valentina could feel the attempted scratches from the birds all over her arms and legs.

Trying to block out what was happening around her, the werewolf wondered how she would have had to explain how she wasn't injured before she looked at herself, her legs fully covered yet her arms were covered in her own blood. Even though she was caught up in her mind, she managed to realise how silent everything went.

Though Allison tried to pull her down, Valentina stood up to see that they were surrounded in a ring of dead birds and she swiftly kicked them to the side. One after one, people started to pull themselves up from the ground, covered in scratches and feathers. After Valentina helped Allison up from the ground, the two walked over to Stiles and Lydia, who didn't look any better than they did. No better than any of them did.

None of them spoke to each other, but just stared, both speechless and confused by what had just happened. Stiles couldn't move his eyes off of Valentina, frowning at the sight of her arms were covered in her blood. Without asking her, he took off his checked flannel and put it on her. Neither had a snarky comment waiting on their tongue.

Now uncomfortable by the situation, Valentina turned away from all of them and walked out of the classroom before anyone could stop her. The hallway she walked into was completely empty, meaning while they were being attacked by suicidal birds, everyone was just continuing their day like usual. Valentina felt a hand grip her upper arm, making her turn her neck quickly to meet eye to eye with Stiles.

angst am i right?
is this kind of turning
into an allison fic? it
really does seem so.