You were sat at an individual desk in a silent classroom full of students doing the PSATs, chewing on your thumbnail as your leg bounced rapidly beneath said desk.

You were staring blankly at a question on the page, silently pleading and willing your mind to register the words on the page though despite your greatest efforts, you couldn't seem to actually absorb the question and conjure the answer from the depths of your knowledge.

Giving up for the moment to give your racing mind a break, you looked to your left and examined the crowd beside you. Some were hyperventilating, some paled and panicked, though most were concentrated or focused.

Looking to your right, you examined your surroundings in a procrastinating motion for a moment before the person right beside you caught your attention.

Stiles was sat with a concentrated frown, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. Normal behaviour, right? Well it would be if he didn't have one pencil in his mouth, one behind his ear, and one in each hand, writing on two different papers simultaneously with both hands.