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"Stiles, you've been up half the night. You need to get some sleep."
The teen had been sitting at the dining room table, almost feverishly doing some last minute cramming for the PSATs before looking up at the sound of Derek's voice.
"Can't. I still have this much to go over before I have to leave to take the test," he said, holding up the remainder of the book.
Frowning for a moment, the sound of a tea kettle sounded and Derek went to finish making it.
"At least take a five minute break for tea. It'll help you think clearer."