Shinning brown eyes, dark brown hair, and clothes too big were the only things Ezra brought to the table.
Well, along with the flesh piercing claws and fangs.
Life hasn't treated her the best in any way, so when she and her widow father move to Bea...
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In and out.
In and out.
My heartbeat was loud in my ears as I took deep breaths, trying to keep my anxious mind on anything other than the high traffic of the Beacon Hills High school hallways.
People rammed their shoulders into mine, excitement in the air from new freshman starting their first year and excited seniors aiming to complete their last.
In and out.
My first period was on the first floor, close enough to the front doors for me to quickly make my way into the room ten minutes before the first warning bell.
I gulped as I gave a shy wave to my English teacher, who couldn't give less of a shit about my presence.
In... and out.
I took a quick seat in the back row of the classroom, seated right next to a window. Thoughts plagued my mind as I stared outside, watching the hustle of students and the teachers trying to tame them.
Soon the classroom was filled with students and the last bell rung before I could even think about the loud people around me.
"Now class, I know you have all heard about the body from last night. I'm gonna inform you that they have found said body, they also have a suspect. So please, keep your mouths shut and devices away." the loud, older man spoke, his voice full of annoyance.
"Why teach if you hate kids so much?" I mumbled, not expecting the scrawny kid with a shaved head to hear me a row ahead and turn around with a laugh.
"That's exactly what I've been saying," he said with a smirk of a smile, his gaze lingering on me as he took in my new appearance.
I smiled back, flashing my own set of pearly whites before speaking, "Ezra. Ezra Shores."
"Stiles. Stiles Stilinski."
"Quiet please!" the teacher grumbled as he wrote on the board, stopping only when the classroom door was ripped open and a girl and older man walked through the classroom doors.
I could smell the anxiety and nervousness radiating off of her.
"Hello, class. This is Allison Argent, one of this year's new Sophomores. Please give her a warm welcome." the man, who I assumed was the principal, spilled from his lips. The long-haired girl gave a shy smile, two deep dimples appearing like craters on her rosy cheeks.
I would be lying if I said she was anything lower than the goddess tear of women.
Allison had quickly made her way to the seat between the kid I spoke to with the buzz cut and a boy with a shaggy mop of brown hair. The said boy turned around quickly, eyes full of admiration and a smile so big I thought his cheeks might rip.
