A Hunter's Game ⚓ Stiles Stilinski

The New Girl

SCOTT POV

"Scott? Meet me at the school, asap." I sighed, before hanging up and getting dressed in comfortable clothing, my mind still foggy from sleep, and to be honest-I don't think I'm fully awake. I'm not going to show up in a suit and tie because I can clearly remember what happened when I got a suit for the formal, and there could be a very important reason for her to need me all of a sudden.

I checked my clock to see it was 4 in the morning, making me groan loudly and slump slightly as I stood-well there goes my extra sleep. I opened my phone contacts, and clicked the most reasonable person that seemed right for the moment. After what felt like a hundred rings, he finally picked up the line. "H-hello?" A rough voice asked, their yawn easily heard through the speaker making me yawn in return.

"Hey, Stiles? Can you meet me at the school?" I begged, slipping my jacket on and hopping out the window with stealth before smiling at the sound of my best friend's attitude. "Fine. Whatever." He grumpily answered, before hanging up on me before I chuckled at his behavior. He should be used to getting up early, he's the one who dragged us into this whole mess.

I quickly grabbed my bike and pedaled off to school, smiling at the thought of seeing Allison.

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When I got to the school, I noticed Stiles wasn't here yet because he was more than likely dragging his feet like I wanted to. I did notice a black Honda I've never seen before that had something...off about it.

Laying on the hood was Allison and this other girl that I haven't seen before, laughing and chatting, the girl's hand pointing towards the starry night as Allison chuckled. The only thing that caught my eye was her scent-she smelt different, and it's not the smell of the perfume she used.

Immediately the second I got off my bike the girl shot up, her eyes glowing a grey that was visible to me from the other side of the parking lot. I watched as Allison shot up quickly too, and questioned the girl with an odd look.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I heard Allison ask, her hand on the teens shoulder as she stared straight at me. She then nodded towards me with her chin, Allison looking over and waving for me to come with a bright smile.

Of course I smiled back and jogged over there, noticing the girl looked faintly like Allison. Allison's cousin maybe?

"Hey Scott, I'd like you to meet-" the girl then tapped Allison's shoulder, interrupting her before smiling at me and telling me her name, her hand waving enthusiastically as she talked. "Stella." Allison chuckled at her, before motioning towards me with her smile growing bigger when she noticed my attire."This is Scott-Scott, my sister, Stella." I felt a bit guilty for assuming that but immediately smiled at her, it failing because of a yawn that decided to make its way out right then and there.

"-and younger, might I add." Stella chuckled, a small smirk playing on her lips as Allison slightly pushed her. "Ow!" She cried out, rubbing her arm while she tried to contain her smile. "Nice try, Stell." Allison laughed out, smiling over at me while her arm slung around her sister's shoulder.

Suddenly, the roaring engines of Roscoe could be heard, causing my eyes to roll on their own-a reflex Stiles earned himself. The powder blue jeep came to a stop behind me before the sarcastic spazz known as my best friend jumped out, all while scratching the back of his neck.

"Stiles?...Scott..." Allison realized mid-sentence, running her fingers through her wavy hair quickly. "What is so important..." Stiles cut himself off as he noticed the unknown stranger standing beside Allison, his face going blank when they their gazes met. Stella looked towards the ground with her cheeks turning a very light shade of pink, her hands nervously fumbling together in front of her.

"Ugh, God I hate being the center of attention. My name is Stella, buzz cut." Stella sighed, stretching a hand towards Stiles as he sat there, staring off into space-which happened to be a very uncomfortable Stella.

"Stiles..." I harshly whispered, snapping my fingers in his face making him spazz out, his arms flailing all around making Stella laugh. He smiled at her, shaking off his nervousness and the rest of his grogginess before turning to me.

"Well, this is Stiles." Allison told Stella, motioning towards him with a small laugh bubbling out of her lips. Stella laughed harder, and began slapping her knee just to show she found it hilarious. "Who. The hell. Has the name. Stiles?" She laughed out, taking breaths between each couple of words. Stiles scoffed, before running his hand over his hair.

"I guess I shouldn't tell you that my last name is Stilinski..." Stiles muttered, hiding his smile that was directed towards her. She began to laugh slightly harder before her breath seemed to be taken away, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"I-uh, I'll be right back." Stella confessed, walking towards the school in a blocky manner that made my eyebrows furrow. "Its locked." Allison called, but that didn't stop the girl. She then sprouted one her claws, before unlocking it and walking inside, her face expressionless as she turned her head to glance at us. What was that about?