A Hale of a Teacher

Chapter One

Claire's POV
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I reached over to slam my hand down on my blaring alarm clock. I looked over to the calendar hanging on the door of my Batman themed room. At last the dreaded day had come.

The beginning of my sophomore year at Beacon Hills High School.

I got up slowly and ran my hands through my wavy, dirty blonde hair, admiring my blue and red dyed tips.

I walked over to my dresser and called Tori debating on what jeans to wear.

"Well what type of jeans should I wear?" I said.

"Well, you have blue jeans, black jeans, bleached jeans, ripped jeans, skinny jeans... um not-so-skinny-jeans?" She said pausing to think.

"What the hell are not-so-skinny-jeans?"

"Um... well they're not skinny jeans.." She answered.

"Then wouldn't the other jeans also be not-so-skinny-jeans?" I said with a smile, knowing that I was frustrating my friend.

"¡Sólo debes elegir los pantalones!" She said exasperated.
(Just Pick The Pants!)

I smiled, "Just because you say it in Spanish, doesn't make it sound any smarter."

"Just pick!"

"Alright, I guess the ripped jeans."

Tori sighed, "Can I go now?"

"Wait. Not yet... What color!"

"Oh my god. Really? Okay, you have blue jeans, black jeans, bleached blue jeans, red jeans-"

I laughed and cut her off, "Wait what are bleached blue jeans?"

"They're washed up blue jeans! God, everyone knows that." Tori said completely losing it.

"Fine, I'll wear those," I said.

"Thank god, alright so can Stiles give us both a ride?"

Stiles was my best guy friend, I knew him since we were five years old. He had messy, dark brown hair that always looked nice. Well, most of the time; during freshman year, he had a really bad buzzcut, but I refused to hang out with him until it grew back. Nowadays, he looked pretty good and maintained being a sarcastic little shit and my neighbor.

"Yeah, we'll pick you up in like twenty minutes," I murmured.

"We're going to be late then."

"Soo?"

"Fine, at least make sure his jeep is clean." She decided

Stiles owned a blue 1980 CJ-5, and it was his pride and glory.

"Alright, Can I go now?" Tori said.

"Nooooo! We still need to pick out my shirt and shoes!"

I listened waiting for an answer, but only heard dead silence.

"That brat hung up on me... now I have to pick out my own clothing! What if I don't wear the right thing? What if people won't like me?! Who am I kidding, everyone loves me."

I picked out my clothing and grabbed some burnt toast.

I finished my toast just as Stiles arrived and noticed Isaac Lahey sitting in the backseat.

"How did you know I needed a ride?"

"I'm Stiles, I know these things." He answered with a grin.

"Alright, well did you know you are also going to give Tori a ride?"

"Didn't know that, Do we have to?"

Isaac glanced up from his phone and said, "Yes, Yes you have to."

Everyone knew that Isaac liked Tori, and Tori liked Isaac. They were almost perfect for each other. Although neither of them were aware that the other liked the other.

Stiles and I looked at each other and both raised an eyebrow.

After a few seconds, Stiles smiled and said, "Well, I guess we better get going."

Hopefully, today isn't going to suck that bad, I thought to myself as we drove to Tori's house.