Dreams to Reality | Stiles Stilinski

Hide and Seek

"Local Police have reported the disappearance of a teenage girl from Beacon Hills Memorial  Hospital last night. She is wondering around Beacon Hills in what they refer to as a fugue state. They are asking anyone who sees this girl to call 911 immediately as this girl's life may be at risk. Her name is Lydia Martin a redheaded, 16 year old, standing at 5'3" as well as a student at Beacon Hills High-"

The reporters droning  cuts off as Jasmine's finger changes the channel. She tries to shake the uneasy feeling left after hearing about a missing girl as she pulls into the school parking lot.

Selfishly, she decides this girl's disappearance is not her problem and her first day of school is not the time to play Nancy Drew.

She laughs at her own thoughts. Her, Nancy Drew? No way in hell.

She was a paranoid girl who minded her own business and would often look the other way when things didn't involve her. Plus, Nancy Drew was white, which would explain the problems the young detective would get herself into.

As Jasmine got out of her car, the school parking lot was bustling with students. Some were standing in small groups happily chatting away while others made their way inside.

She quicky thread her way through the groups of teens. She needed to get to the office to get her class schedule and still make it to class on time. She didn't even know where her first class was and she was not going to be the new girl who was late and be forced to introduce herself to the class. The thought made her shudder.

In no way was she an extrovert. She liked her nights at home binge watching reality t.v. or spending hours hunched over on the floor painting.

While t.v. was her form of brain rot, a way to subdue her thoughts and quite her constantly racing mind, painting shut it off completely. It was the easiest way to express what she was feeling in the moment. She didn't want to talk about it, she wanted to paint it. Putting it on canvas helped her work through not only her darkest thoughts, but her happy ones too.

Just as she was thinking that maybe the students here wouldn't be too bad after all, she sped past a set of boys making their way towards the school. As she passed, she overheard them talking about livers. She almost stopped in her tracks and did a doubletake, opting instead to scrunch her nose in disgust and continue on her way.

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Her first class was chemistry with Mr. Harris.

She didn't mind the course itself but having it so early, that she minded. She hadn't even wiped the crust out of her eyes and yet was expected to solve chemical equations.

Thankfully, Mr. Harris wasn't the type of teacher who seemed to necessarily enjoy nor care for his job. So embarrassing new student introductions were avoided. The negative side was that Jasmine was still expected to take todays pop quiz. For a grade.

She had barely written her name down when loud whispers disrupted her thoughts of annoyance. It was the two guys from earlier.

Of course she thought as she rolled her eyes.

The one with a shaved head wearing a brown flannel with red stripes seemed to have caught Mr. Harris' attention.

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski" His dull voice announced in annoyance, the rest of the students turning their heads at the sudden sound. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career" he continued monotonously.

"Can you do that?" the teen responded in dumb fear.

"Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently." Jasmines eyes widened in shock at her teachers words. She couldn't help but look around to gage the other student's reactions. Most of them had a look of amusement on their faces, signifying to Jasmine that it was normal for Mr. Harris to speak this way.