You're in class with your head down, oblivious to what the teacher is saying, you see Stiles leave over to your desk, gently resting his arm on your shoulder. "Hey, you good?"

As you slowly lift your head up and look at him blankly, your teacher turns walks over to you and gestures for you to come up the front of the classroom. “since you two just love to talk, why don't you come up and read the next paragraph Miss Barnes?"

“M-maybe someone else could do it..?” You reply, your voice cracking.