Maeve, the lacrosse assistant who only has a few friends. She prefers to read than to socialize. What happens when the brunette gets a new lab partner and discovers some secrets about her family and herself?
Stiles Stilinski x Maeve Brookfield
The first period minute bell rang. Maeve looked over to Cammie who had her eyebrows raised expectedly. The blonde grabbed the girls hand and dragged her to English class.
Noticing the only two seats next to each other were the ones in front of Stiles and Scott. Cammie beamed at the opportunity and practically shoved Maeve into the one in front of Stiles while she clambered to the seat in front of Scott just as the final bell had rung.
Maeve felt a tap on her right shoulder. Snapping her head around, her pony smacked Stiles since he was so close. "Oh my god. Stiles are you okay?" She furrowed her eyebrows to make sure she hadn't hurt him.
The only sounds in the classroom being Scott's laughs that he tried to make sound like coughs so people just thought he was choking and Cammie just letting it all go. Laughing like a hyena.
The boy smiled "Yeah no. It's fine it didn't hurt." Lies. He's pretty sure his eye got scratched but he wasn't going to say that.
"Alright." Turning back around to face the front she took out a pencil but then flipped around again but holding her ponytail this time. "Hey Stiles?" Turning his head from Scott to Maeve he took a second to take her in. He hadn't ever been this close to her.
The way her lips naturally parted and how full they were even without lip liner. Her doll-like eyes, bluish grey, which reminded him of when the rain hits his window at night. Her nose that looked like it was sculpted perfectly. The way her jaw was sort of squared in such a beautiful way. Stiles had been staring for so long he didn't realize she had snapped her fingers in front of his hazel eyes. He snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of her laugh.
"Stiles? You tapped me earlier? What's up?" Truth be told. He forgot.
"Oh....a pencil?" He had a pencil. It was the first day, why wouldn't he have a pencil? Who doesn't have a pencil on the first day? Idiot.
"Oh yeah. Just-" carrying on the word she stuck her hand in the pocket of her backpack pulling out a blue mechanical pencil. "Here ya go" She handed it to him, accidentally meeting eyes. When she had noticed his hazel eyes. But she didn't look long. She turned around as she heard the principal walk in with a girl beside him.
"Class, this is our nee student Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."
Maeve took in the girls appearance. She had long brown wavy hair that fell under her shoulders. She wore a jacket and scarf over her grey tee shirt. Maeve noticed how nervous the girl looked. She sent her a closed mouth smile even though she wanted to actually talk to the girl.
Looking back to where she walked, she took the last empty seat behind Scott while taking out her notebook. Maeve noticed Scott reaching over to his desk to give the new girl a pen. Weird....
Thegirl, Allison, thanked the boy while he turned back around, focusing on Stiles sunglasses on his desk to see the girl behind him.
By now, Maeves attention was on the board in front of her. She opened her notebook to start sketching. Something she did when bored. Placing her pencil on the top of the page, she drew strokes downward, making a mountain. Completely spacing out. Making this drawing:
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
