Lemme tell you bout
Sittin' in the classroom thinkin' it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap just ain't my bag
By the two-bells ring, you know it's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two
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"Mom! I'm going to school!" Lydia yelled from up the stairs to her mother. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and adjusted her skirt.
Natalie, her mother, looked over the rusty railing from upstairs. "You sure you won't want me to drive you?" she asked curiously.
She rolled her eyes. "Mom, it's like two blocks from here. I'll be fine," the ginger said, trying to forget what happened last night. It's her first going to her new school and she needed to make a good first impression.
Her mother nodded stiffly and turned around to move away from the railing. "Ok sweetie, have a good day," she called over her shoulder, leaving Lydia to leave now.
She turned to grab the doorknob but she froze. Was she forgetting anything? Books? Lunch? No. She knew she had everything together. She knew it.
She opened the door and shut it behind her, and walked down the street, coming up across looming buildings, and cars racing past by her. She frowned at this. She heard Beacon Hills was a nice little community. But, apparently it was city looking.
Ahead of her, she saw the high school. Teenagers roaming all about, sitting under some trees, and some even smoking. Wasn't that against school rules?
She passed by a few guys and girls, and they looked at her, not knowing she was here. Well, it was her first day anyways.
Riiiiing! The bell rang, and all the kids got up and put all their books in their bags. Crap! She was going to be late!
...and she doesn't even know where to go...great.
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"Stiles, dude, I'm sorry about yesterday—" Scott, his werewolf best friend said, walking beside him.
"It's fine," Stiles sighed, throwing his head back to looked at the ceiling above them. People pushing and rushing about getting to their first classes for first period
"But hey, I got you something, an apology gift," Scoot nudged him with his elbow, him stumbling with the force he had put within him.
"Dude, that's fucking—" Stiles began to get aggravated, until he pulled out a box of cigarettes. Stiles froze and halted and looked at the box in his friend's hand.
"We can skip History and smoke em' with you want," Scott offered. Man, he didn't have one of these in a while now. He needed one.
He thought for a moment. If he skipped, then the teachers would get pissed and call his parents. Which wouldn't be good. But, this would give him relief from the past couple of days he had.
"Ok, let's go in the bathroom. No one will suspect a thing," Stiles said as they turned the right corner instead of the left to get to their class.
The hallways were cleared now, no one there to see them. They went inside the boys bathroom, and saw no one was in there. Awesome.
"You got a lighter?" Scott asked. Of course he does.
Stiles got one from his jean pocket and held it out. Scott passed him a cigarette and he lit it up in his mouth. He inhaled the tobacco and exhaled it, letting it drift from his nostrils and mouth.
Scott inhaled his own and he closed his eyes. Smoke drifted in the small room, and he chuckled slightly.
Stiles leaned against the stall and sighed. "This is the life." he muttered, a small smirk plastering his face.
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Man, teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
'Cause everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school.
That's the end of chapter 2! Srry if it's kinda long, but I just luv writing haha. So, next chap will be soon! :D Hope u enjoy!
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Dancing in the Dark
WerewolfLiving in the bad part of Beacon Hills, in a cheap house, and attending a low paying school is fine. But falling for your dangerous chemistry partner isn't. Especially when your uninterested. --Lydia x Stiles
