Not your type >< Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 2: Boys

      " Dude, come on you can't wear that for the first day back"

      " Wha-whats wrong with my top Scott. What..am I gonna scare away all the girls that are lining up to get some of—this" Stiles indicted towards himself, moving his hand up and down from his head to his waist as a smirk appeared on his face.

      " No, because to scare the interested girls away you'd first have to actually attract them and you're clearly, well—lacking in that department. However, you're definitely beginning to scare me away. So just take it off... please" Scott covered his eyes dramatically whilst he tried his best to remain serious, although the tips of his lips deceived his facade as they arched upwards and finally a smile cracked onto his face.

      " Right. Fine" Stiles sighed even more dramatically and replaced the stripy blue and orange polo shirt with one of his regular blue v-necks.

Both of the boys standing in the middle of Stile's cluttered room were ready for their first day back at school. They'd had the whole summer off and they were now 'ready' for a whole new year back at school. Stiles, a slightly taller boy with chocolate brown eyes and a buzz cut style hair stood behind his chair trying to look through his many plaid shirts to find one to wear, whilst Scott, slightly more muscly with a jaw that favoured his left side over the right, kept nervously looking at his watch waiting to go, despite not actually wanting to be at school, he didn't want to be late for his first day.

So, the two boys reluctantly walked down the stairs of the Stilinski household, they said their goodbyes to the sheriff and walked outside leaving the wooden door to close loudly behind them. Their feet took them closer to a blue jeep that was parked outside, whilst their minds wandered elsewhere, each of them lost in the world of their own thoughts trying to avoid the main one which planted itself firmly at the front of their minds. Dancing around their other thoughts, daring the boys to think about it.

Which when they did - shit - Mr Harris's assignments. He'd set them both work to complete, despite not having anything supernatural to fight off this time, and actually having a relatively normal time, they still managed to forget about the mundane necessities to do, such as - homework. However, both Stiles and Scott, being— well Stiles and Scott, shrugged it off like usual and the let the problem fall to the back of their minds.

Sitting in the blue vehicle, Stiles on the left, behind the wheel and Scott on the right with his head pressing against the glass, all they had to think about now was the two girls that they hadn't seen or spoke to in a while - Lydia & Allison. Both girls had gone somewhere for the week with Allison father, however they were back at school today. Neither of the boys liked the radio silence, but neither of them had the confidence to message the girls. Promptly, on that thought switching to another, the hyperactive boys never seemed to concentrate on one thing for too long, a question that had surfaced their thoughts repeatedly, had again made an appearance, with them going back to school, all they could think about was what is going to go wrong this time round?

Pulling up into the car park of their least favourite place on earth, as much as they tried, they never managed to elude its hold over them. Unfortunately, they would always have to go back until they had finished school. If they ever will.

Each of the boys' gazes set firmly onto the bricked building that stood ahead of them. An already exhausted look washed over their faces as a sigh escaped their lips in unison. Sluggishly, both front doors swung open and bags had been lazily hung over their backs as they slowly walked towards the building of hell.

There were two things that they hated more than almost everything else that was supernatural. That was school. But the other they hated even more than school—somehow because that's a pretty difficult thing to do. But effortlessly, he managed to do it. It being, Mr Harris..... and maybe Greenberg to.