Assclown:
SHR TIUCHDD MT TGIJ

Ryan:
the fuck

Assclown:
SHE TOUCHED MY THIGH

Ryan:
again.
the fuck?

Assclown:
LYDIA TOUCHED MY THIGH
HER FACE FELL INTO MY LAP

Ryan:
how high was she

Assclown:
choke
on scott
or is it isaac i lost track

Ryan:
you son of a gun
as soon as you get home i am going to beat your ass

Assclown:
CHANGIBG THE SUBJECT
lydia got the alpha on video

Ryan:
SHE WHAT
WHEN ARR YOU COMING HOME

Assclown:
right now

Ryan looked up to see her brother standing in her doorway, the girl sitting up quickly and looking at him expectantly. Stiles walked over and flung himself into her desk chair, almost falling over by the force. She rolled her eyes as he straightened himself, the chair squeaking as he got comfortable.

"Well?" She blinked at him, Stiles reaching into his pocket and pulling out a phone. He leaned forward and pressed play, turning the screen towards her. Her eyebrows raised in muted surprise as she watched the alpha crash through the windows of the rental shop, but her expression soon changed when she realized that it wasn't his phone. "You stole Lydia's phone?"

"It was the only logical thing to do!" Stiles defended, dropping the phone into his lap. He watched his sister cover her face and take a long, deep breath, dragging her hands down slowly.

"No, Mieczyslaw." Ryan's voice came out calm and condescending, Stiles wincing at the sound of his real name. She only used it when he did something really, really stupid, and her annoyance was through the roof. "The logical thing would have been to send the video to your phone, delete the text messages, then delete the freaking video! That would have been the logical thing!"

"I wasn't thinking!" Stiles hissed, Ryan giving him a look that clearly said 'obviously'. "What would you have done in my situation?"

"What I literally just said!" She leaned forward and flicked him smack dab in the middle of his forehead, Stiles rubbing it with a frown. "Do you not listen to a word I say?"

A knock sounded on her door, both of the twins letting out a noise of surprise as they jumped slightly. Their dad stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent teacher thing tonight?"

"Depends on how you define good news."

"I define it as you getting straight a's with no behavioral issues." He replied, raising his eyebrows at Stiles specifically.

"Wha-" Stiles threw up his hands, gesturing towards his sister. "Why are you looking at me? She's the one who actually has to attend for bad grades!"

"And we have had several talks about her grades and she has been honest with me." He said, crossing his arms. Ryan gave Stiles a cocky look, the boy's lip curling into a snarl. "I am going to assume that your defensiveness means that I won't be hearing good news?"

"I'm just saying maybe you should rethink that definition." Stiles said slowly, shrinking back in the desk chair. Their father just sighed and patted the wall, looking over at Ryan. "Ready to go? I have to stop at the veterinarian's office before we go, you can just stay in the car."

"Yeah I just need to put on my shoes." Ryan gave him a small smile that immediately fell as soon as he left the room. She stood up and flicked her brother again, shaking her head. "Return the damn phone."

•••

"Ryan Stilinski." Harris sighed, setting her file behind him on his desk. He turned to face them, folding his hands in his lap. "Where do I start?"

"I know that her grades this semester have slipped a bit, but she's been working on it." Stilinski reached over and squeezed Ryan's shoulder comfortingly, his daughter giving him a tight lipped smile.

"I'm very aware, the strides that she has been making are admirable." Harris nodded, Ryan looking up at him in shock. "For what Ryan may lack in academics, she makes up for in hard work and determination. I almost didn't make you come tonight."

"Then why did you?" She let out an uncomfortable chuckle, twisting her fingers together nervously.

"I was hoping to try and influence your habits, or rather who you associate yourself with." Harris explained, making her sit up straighter. "Scott McCall."

"What about him?" Her father asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I know that this trio they seem to have-Stiles, Scott, and Ryan-are practically inseparable, but I feel as if Scott is a bad influence on her. He's a distraction, more than anything."

"What, you expect her to just drop her best friend?" Stilinski crossed his arms, almost challenging Harris.

"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying that maybe she should be spending just a little more time with some more beneficial company." Harris shook his head, shrugging lightly. "Isaac Lahey, for example."

Ryan could feel her cheeks flush as her father looked over at her, the girl looking down and letting her hair cover her face.

"It has come to my attention that Isaac and Ryan have been studying together, and since that time both of their performances have slowly, bu surely, improved. Not only in this class, but others as well." He explained. "I even moved their seats next to one another, so they may work together and hopefully improve. I'm not saying that she should ditch Mr. McCall completely, I just think she could live to have a positive influence."

Harris cleared his throat and stood up, motioning them towards the door. Ryan and her dad shared a shocked look, Ryan standing up and frowning. "What, that's it? You literally just wanted to tell me to hang out with Isaac more?"

"Unless you want me to find something to complain about?" Harris quirked an eyebrow, Ryan shaking her head quickly. "That's what I thought, have a nice night."

"Thank you." Stilinski held out his hand, Harris shaking it with a smile. Ryan couldn't tell if it was forced, or if that was actually what Harris looked like when he smiled. "I will talk to Stiles about his behavioral issues."

They walked out of Harris's classroom, Noah slinging his arm around his daughters shoulders and giving her a side hug. Ryan wrapped her arm around his side, hugging him back as they walked.

"I don't say it enough, but I really am proud of you." He said, Ryan looking up at him. "I know it's harder for you sometimes, but you do work really hard."

"Thanks dad." Ryan smiled up at him as they walked out of the school and towards the parking lot. "I love you."

"Love you too, kiddo." They both looked up when a shriek rang out, followed by parent and students running around and screaming. Ryan watched in a mixture of confusion and amusement as she watched coach run to his jeep, quickly getting inside of it. "Hold on."

Ryan didn't listen as her dad jogged out into the parking lot, her curiosity getting the best of her as she wandered through the cars. She craned her neck to try and see the object of everyone's terror, so distracted that she didn't even notice the car coming towards her.

She felt a hand close around her bicep, yanking her aside just in time for the car to pass. Ryan placed a hand on the chest she had been pulled into, their arm wrapped around her waist. She looked up and was met with familiar blue eyes, the girl letting out a breath of relief.

"That was close." Isaac cleared his throat, Ryan laughing and tucking a hair behind her ear.

"My hero." She teased, Isaac's arm falling to his side once he realized how tightly he had been holding onto her. "How did the conferences go?"

"Not well." Isaac admitted, looking down at his feet for a moment. When he glanced up again he made eye contact with his dad, all the color draining from his face. "I have to go, I'm sorry."

"Oh." Ryan frowned as Isaac quickly walked away from her, letting out a huff of confusion as she turned to try and find her dad.

She let out a small yelp and covered her mouth as a car backed into him, sending him to the ground. She ran over to him, bending down and looking at him with fear and concern. He winced and tried to brush her off, shaking his head. "I'm okay."

A low growl sounded, her father reaching down to pull up his pant leg and grab the gun holstered onto his ankle. Before he could even turn the safety on two loud shots fired, everyone's attention turning towards Allison's dad, gun in hand.

As Ryan helped her dad up people crowded around what turned out to be a mountain lion, quiet gasps filling the silence of the parking lot.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ryan asked, watching as her dad winced and held his shoulder. All he could do was shake his head, Ryan's stomach dropping.

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So I'm doing this thing on ALL my books as an attempt to make you guys more active, and I'm setting a minimum number of comments before I update again.

Also, Harris totally ships Risaac

AND COACH ACTUAKKY DRIVES A GREY JEEO I NOTOCED IT WHIKE WWATCGING THIS EPISODE WTF

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