au: high school

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock (2/2 | 21,801 | E)

He’s sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he’s so fucking fucked.

He knows he’s not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don’t run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

Things I’ve Overheard in the High School Hallways

“My body must not have any mitochondria because I’m powerless and I’ll probably end up in a cell.”

“Does anyone else think we aren’t human anymore when we type our GPAs into Common App?”

“Guys I’m gonna schedule a Guidance Appointment to get out of Spanish class.”

“I must be a hypertonic solution because I’m salty AF.”

“I want to be dead, but just until the weekend.” / “Do you know how to induce a coma?”

“I take three AP classes, and they’re all math, but I just said 8 minus 4 was 3.”

“I’ve heard the word ‘fuck’ like twelve times today and it’s only 7:28, and all I can say is mood.”

Stress

We were talk by about stress in health class. They gave a score for each of the stressful events. We had to tally up the scores for all the stressful things that happened in the past year. Some one was in the 600s. I got 702 and he was like. “Damn you beat me!” Then someone got 966 and we were all arguing and got mad bc someone had a higher score than them. We were only supposed to get around 200 points… and everyone got of 500…

Hurricane Michael-themed Comments from my Gen Z Classmates:

  • “I mean, I don’t want it to kill us, I just want us to be able to chill.”
  • *dms our governor on instagram asking for us to get out of school*
  • *starts raining* “Michael is here!” *starts singing Michael in the bathroom*
  • “Hurricanes aren’t even real. The government shoots lasers into the sky.”
  • *arguing about the color of the weather map* “No, yellow-green means Sharknado!”
One of the funniest moments of my childhood happened when a substitute teacher entered my class for the first time: Incredibly annoying 13 year old teenage boy waving around his arm like a lunatic: ‘So, Miss, have you ever had sex?’ *giggles* Her, not even blinking: ‘I have two children. What do you think?’

He was shockingly quiet and subdued after that one.  

At least for a while. 

Coastal Florida High School Gothic

There are tourists covering the streets. Their bodies are lying there, but they do not decompose. They never decompose. Not until summer comes. Then they vanish. You are late to class because you ran over one. Your teacher yells at you, but makes no sound.

You are sitting in algebra. There is a faint humming coming from..somewhere. you ignore it. You always ignore it. You turn to page 394 in your textbook and pretend to pay attention. You don’t want to learn about slope again. You have learned about slope seven times in the past three years. 

You say the pledge of allegiance every morning. You salute the flag outside the window. There is no flag inside in your homeroom. You do not meet the eyes of the thing on top of the flagpole. 

The air conditioning isn’t working. It’s 97 degrees. Your friend says she’s cold. You hand her your jacket and wonder if anything is real. 

People are giving presentations again. They are always giving presentations. You never give presentations, though. Not after you accidentally cut your hand in Engineering and bled on the table. There is another presentation tomorrow. You nod. Tomorrow looks like it will be the same as today.

Your friends are all the same people. They look different, but inside they are the same. You wonder if you too are the same. 

You vaguely remember middle school. You were different back then, you think. But it is better now. It has to be better. Everyone knows that 7th grade is the worst year. Were you ever in seventh grade? You don’t remember. You feel like you should remember. 

The snowbirds are back. You ignore them and their bleating calls. They are liars and should never be heeded.  The bright feathers sticking out of their hats do not entice you. You know not to go near them. You have been told this by person after person. They will go away when May comes. They always leave by May. 

There is a girl in your Government class that you do not like. She is always around. She sits by you and your friends at lunch. You secretly believe that they all think a different friend likes her. You don’t believe any of them actually likes her. You will never tell her to go away because you will feel bad. She is always near you even though you only have two classes with her, Government and that weird in-between space that happens precisely at 11:48 am on Tuesdays. 

You and your friends screw around on the school iPads’ cameras. You never look at the pictures. You know they are not what they seem. 

The window in your History class is fake. You do not know how you know, but it is definitely fake. You wonder what would happen if you opened it and stuck you head through. You never do. 

You can’t go to the bathroom until the first person comes back. The first person never came back. Neither did the third or fourth or fifth or so on. But whoever went last is always the first. You do not believe anyone other than you remembers the others. You sit patiently, tapping away at your keyboard as you write meaningless gibberish. 

You go to the beach one day. There is an essay due again. There is always an essay due. You sit looking at the waves stained by red tide and wonder what would happen if you dared to enter into their foaming depths. You turn back to the computer sitting on your laps. It is gone. In its place is a drink with an umbrella in it. You do not want the drink. You feel compelled to take a sip. It’s orange juice mixed with sea spray. You drink the whole glass. 

High School Au Rec List

Originally posted by lucifers-main

Binomial Coefficients by DevilDoll

In which brainy freshman Stiles Stilinski wants star quarterback Derek Hale to join the math team, AKA math nerds in love.

Practice Makes Perfect by blacktofade

In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse try outs by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.

This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

And it all begins with two white boards.

Seems To Me It’s Chemistry by HalfFizzbin

Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

Tonight, the Foxes Hunt the Hounds by TheBeastsWrite

Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him. He’s not bright and beautiful like Lydia, or strong like Danny or adorable like Scott.

He was just Stiles, fox kid with ADHD who loved to draw.

Derek Hale was everything, popular, strong, smart and gorgeous.

They get put together on an English assignment and it doesn’t go at all like Stiles expects.

You Look Like Bad News (I gotta have you) by standinginanicedress

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.

Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.

The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great.

Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Braveheart and have sex with Derek all over again.

Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

It’s Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles

“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.

“We should?”

“Yeah!”

“But… Do you even care about photography?”

“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”