Dylan O'Brien Imagines

New Girl// Stiles

You transferred from West View to Beacon Hills. You were bullied at the other school because you were different. You were a math genius, like unbelievably smart.

You were taking college math when you were in 10th grade.

So when you moved to Beacon Hills, you wanted to be normal. Take normal math, normal classes. You just wanted to blend.

You were getting your classes from the principles office before someone was gonna show you around. You saw the boy with brown eyes and perfectly messed up hair watching you from outside the office. He was kind of cute.

"Stilinski hey, since you're already here, I'll let you off the hook for anything you did if you show our new student around." Your new principal says to the boy who watched you through the window.

"Sure yeah," he shrugs before smiling at you. You returned it. "Can I see you schedule?"

You nod and hand it to him. "Y/n, locker number 179, that's right beside Lydias."

"Who's Lydia?" You ask quietly.

"A very good friend of mine," he smiles. "You'll love her."

He shows you your locker, a redheaded girl standing beside it, whom you were guessing to be Lydia.

"Hey Lydia, you have a new locker buddy, meet y/n." She turns around and you're actually stunned by how beautiful she is.

"Hi," she smiles, sticking out her hand. "Lydia."

"I'm y/n." You take her hand, giving it a little shake.

You open your locker putting your things in before someone comes up beside it. A boy with little curls on his head and blue eyes, with a scarf around his neck smirks down at you. Yes, he was a giant.

"Hi there, you must be new, how about I show you around?" He smirks.
"How about you fuck off Isaac, she's already got a tour guide," Stilinski puts an arm around your shoulders. "And by the way, lose the scarf."

You giggle as you turn around and follow Stilinski to what you're guessing is your first period. "By the way, I'm Stiles, I'm your new best friend. This is biology, your first period. I'll see you outside right here after class."

He turns and strides away, you giggling at his adorableness. And the fact that you might have had a little crush on Stiles.

Maybe it's okay to be different here.