Not your type >< Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 9: School

Waking up in the morning is never an easy thing, choosing between leaving the comfort of your duvet and facing the freezing temperature once you get out wasn't a choice anyone liked making. Although, needing to go to school sort of makes that decision for you. So, extremely reluctantly, Sienna got out of bed and started getting ready for school. First off, she closed her window, regretting not doing it the night before. She slipped her feet into her pink fluffy slippers and wrapped a dressing gown round her as she headed downstairs to eat.

Luckily, she got ready quite quickly, just as she finished brushing her hair she heard the familiar sound of a car horn. Lydia's outside. With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she grabbed her black denim jacket with her white converses and made her way out to join the strawberry blonde in the car.

Before they knew it, they were already in the car park of Beacon hills High school. Fun.

First class was science. Luckily Allison and Lydia were in there. Unluckily, Stiles and Scott were in there to.

Together the girls walked in, all three ignoring the two boys that seemed to be firmly and very unsubtly staring in their direction. Sienna knew she hadn't done anything wrong, she was confused as to why they were so nice at first, but as soon as she made friends with Allison and Lydia, for some reason they changed and somehow suddenly she's a threat to them. However, refusing to let confusion shroud her face of indifference, she didn't spare a glance in the boys' direction as she sat down beside the two girls, two rows in-front of the two boys.

Throughout the lesson, neither boy seemed to get too much work down whilst they were too busy paying attention to three particular females as they exchanged whispers at a volume no one except them could hear. All the girls took notice of it, however none of them let on that they had, leaving the boys to continue staring and whispering.

Finally, Mr Harris's lesson had ended.

Quickly packing up their things, the girls made their way out of the lesson, however an arm shot out in-front of their faces, blocking them from entering the hallway. Scott. This time his eyes flicked from between all the girls then to stiles who stood a little behind him. His mouth dropped open as he went to begin talking, but the strawberry blonde beat him to it.

      " No, do not try to fix it now. You made yourself clear. We are going to class Scott"
Then Allison moved her attention from Scott and Lydia to Sienna, " If he tries to talk to you, just walk away, okay?" her words were sharp and purposefully loud enough for Scott to hear to.

With it then quickly ending on that note, Scott visibly got the message as he moved his arm down to let the girls pass. Sienna didn't say a word, as her eyes met and stayed with the floor throughout the entire short interaction. Scotts face of optimism slowly fell to nothing but a hurt understanding that he wasn't going to get anywhere at the moment with Lydia nor Allison.

So naturally, disregarding the exact thing he knew not to do. He was going to try to talk to Sienna. He wanted to get on her good side in hopes that she could then possibly get him back on Lydia's and Allison's. Despite not wanting to get too close, it was seemingly becoming increasingly harder each day. He didn't not want to be her friend, it was just his fear of bringing people closer to the world of danger dominated his rationality, leaving unfiltered accusations and assumptions to pour out.
However, after that interaction he was left with a clear understanding that she is apart of the Lydia's and Allison group and that she isn't going anywhere is, he was going to take a different approach. The truth is never hidden for too long. So all he could think about was how long the truth will remain veiled from Sienna for. And how are they going to keep Sienna away from it all.

How was he going to do this? Stiles.

Later on in the day, fourth period had finished and Sienna was making her way to the cafeteria to join her two friends. However, a tall, buzzcutted brunette boy wearing a plaid shirt landed out in front of her with a smile on his face. Shocked, she jumped and gasped, when she stood a foot backwards she realised who it was. Stiles.