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Stiles' bedroom tells the whole story: scattered chip bags, empty cans of soda, the muted starting menu for a video game. Next to Stiles is an xbox controller.
Derek grits his teeth. Fucking brat. "Stiles," he barks out, taking a step forward. Stiles snorts in his sleep, but otherwise doesn't respond. Derek crosses the room and grabs Stiles' shoulder. He shakes the bratty fucker, and says, "Wake up, Stilinski."
Stiles' eyes snap open. "What the -" he starts, staring up at Derek with clear alarm. "Mr. Hale?"
"You're late," Derek growls out.
"So you break into my house?" Stiles scoots up the bed. He's the picture of teenage petulance, all pursed lips and narrowed eyes. "That's fucked up."
It is fucked up. Derek sidesteps that particular detail and says, "Get dressed. You're going to school."
"Pass," Stiles sneers. "I'm sick, can't you see?" He coughs into his hand a few times. "So feel free to let yourself out."
"You have no doctor's excuse, and you look fine. This is your third tardy this week. Get up, now."
Stiles lifts his chin defiantly. "Make me."
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In which Derek is an attendance officer at Beacon Hills High School and out of patience for Stiles' truancy.