The substitute [OPEN]

Another day at Beacon Hills High School and it was supposed to be a normal day, one that didn’t involve anything weird. She had been having a weird couple of days to be honest. After touching the scratches on the door and feeling like she had been shocked at Stiles’ house and the weird dream she had the night before, she was ready for a day where everything turned out okay and normal. She gently twisted the ring on her thumb, taking a deep breath as she looked around outside. She was standing in the courtyard outside, getting some fresh air before her Chemistry course with Lydia. Apparently they had another substitute teacher. Not shocking since they couldn’t find anyone to permanently teach the class. Coach Finstock usually subbed but apparently he wasn’t going to.

Running a hand through her long black hair, Ayame made her way back into the school, reshouldering her school bag before she made her way towards the classroom. She walked down the emptying hallway and towards the Chemistry classroom. She looked down at her feet, making sure she had on the proper shoes before she entered the room and took her seat beside Lydia. She looked over at her and smiled. ”Hey Lydia,” she said as the girl dug around in her bag for some reason. Ayame pulled her notebook, textbook, post its, and pencil from her bag. She set them all on her desk and paused, looking down at her desk. She looked like an overachiever, but it was really because Chemistry was interesting to her and she liked it.

When Ayame looked up and saw the substitute teacher, she blinked a few times before she shrugged her shoulders and opened her notebook, flipping to a blank page and putting the date at the top before she turned to strike up an idle conversation with Lydia while waiting for the bell to ring as well as the other students to enter. ”So Finstock sick or something?” She asked the girl. Since their shopping trip, Ayame had become more comfortable around Lydia and somewhat more fashionable. It was why instead of wearing tennis shoes to lab, she wore flats that covered up her toes and most of the tops of her feet. They matched her outfit which she had picked out with Lydia in mind.

Tag; @philly1 & lydia
Words; 392
Notes; I hope this is alright!

As Ayame pulled out her supplies to get ready for one of her favorite classes, she heard the teacher taking roll. She heard him mention Stiles and felt a little miffed when he mentioned that Stiles was cutting class. She supposed it was possible, since Stiles wasn’t the best student, but still, hearing a substitute teacher say that about a student he didn’t know upset her. Still, she did her best to remain calm before she spoke to Lydia, asking about Coach Finstock. While Coach had triggered memories on the day of her parents’ death, she hadn’t held it against him. She and the coach of the lacrosse team had talked it out and he had apologized, in his own way, but she told him it wasn’t necessary and just wanted him to know what happened so that if she did it again, he knew why.

The young boxer was pulled from her thoughts of their usual chemistry substitute when she felt someone’s hand on her shoulder. She cringed slightly, feeling a white hot pulse go through her shoulder. She turned and looked up at the man a moment as he told them not to talk once class began since he didn’t want to separate the town’s psychic and her friend. Ayame smiled a little and wanted to shy away from the man’s touch. While his hand moved away from Lydia’s shoulder, it lingered on hers which made her more than a little uncomfortable…really quite uncomfortable. She wasn’t sure what the hot feeling was but she was not a fan of what just happened and tried her best to keep the look of discomfort off her face before she looked around for Scott and Stiles. While Ayame didn’t know Scott very well, she was one of Stiles’ best friends.

Finally, Stiles stumbled into class and dumped his supplies down. He waved at them and Ayame smiled back, but her eyes told him that she was not comfortable at any rate. Still, not wanting anyone to get in to any trouble, she turned around and focused on the class lesson. She took notes, drew diagrams, and whatever else she had to do, paying attention as the substitute before them taught them about her favorite subject. She preferred when Coach taught them, since he added some amusement, but she digressed and after some time passed, Mr. Juarez called Lydia up to the front to do some equations on the board. Ayame was passed a board pen by Lydia and the girl grazed her ring. The young Asian watched with confusion as she wrote something on the board. All Ayame could see was that it started with a D and then she erased it and started to write. Ayame shrugged her shoulders before watching what Lydia wrote.

Tag; @philly1, lydia, & Stiles Stilinski
Words; 464
Notes; N/A