[Happy birthday Taylor! Some Sterek fluff, high school AU but not your typical one— Stiles and Derek are both teachers. Title is a line from Romeo and Juliet, 3.1., because reasons.]
Derek eyes his fourth period students as they file into his classroom, laughing uproariously. They’re all giddy on some sort of wild energy, exclaiming excitedly at each other. The bell rings, and they’re still not settled in their seats, still animatedly discussing something. Something about duels. And butts.
"Calm down, what’s gotten into you all?"
"Sorry, Mr. Hale," Jennifer pipes up. "We just finished with English, see, and Mr. Stilinski—"
Derek rolls his eyes. Great. He’s sure a serious discussion about the Civil War isn’t going to happen today, not with his students all keyed up like this. “Alright, what ridiculous excuse for a lesson did he have for you today?”
It’s 11:30 pm and I need raw cookie dough like I need air in my lungs.
I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna drive to Wal-Mart at midnight in my pajamas and buy a roll of cookie dough because I’m an adult with my own money who gets to make his own decisions.
I am so, so proud of you.
OH YEAH EVERYONE I’VE BEEN ON A ROAD TRIP FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS AND THERE’S ANOTHER FOUR UNTIL WE’RE DONE SO MY INTERNET SUCKS BALLS AND THAT’S WHY I HAVEN’T BEEN ON thank