Welcome to Beacon Hills (Stiles Fanfiction)

Chapter Three- Allison Argent

I was opening my new locker and shoving my books in there, not caring that everything was unorganized, when I saw them. A tall, hot, blond guy holding hands with a pretty redhead. It was like in one of those movies where the 'It' couple walks down the hall and everyone stops what they're doing to just stare at them. And I was part of that 'everyone'. They were smiling at each other and the guy had his hand sliding down her lower back, not caring that they were at school.

As I was watching them pass I noticed Scott McCall leaning against his locker, looking like hell. Stiles was next to him and was trying to talk to Scott but he didn't seem like he was listening. I watched as Stiles put his hand on Scott's shoulder and shook him. Scott's head bolted up and he looked at Stiles like he was noticing him for the first time. Suddenly, Scott leaned forward and talked to Stiles for a little bit before walking off. Stiles looked up and I noticed bags under his eyes. Stiles looked across the hall, starin at pretty much nothing. Before he walked away he looked over at me and smiled faintly. I smiled quickly back before he turned around and ran after Scott who was already down the hall and turning into a classroom.

I sighed and closed my locker, walking down the hall to my first class, a notebook in hand. I was exhausted. I barely slept the night before since I was trying to figure out why Scott was in the middle of the road and out there in the first place. I was up until four trying to figure everything up while bringing up boxes and organizing my room. I still had to unpack all my clothes and some pictures and books but other than that, everything was done.

When I opened the door and walked through, I immediately ran into someone. My notebook slammed onto the floor, making a lightening clap sorta sound. I ignored everyone's looks because it wasn't the worst entrance in the world... it was just embarrassing to lean over and pick up my notebook while the person I ran into just tapped her designer boot until I stood back up and looked her in the eyes. It was the red head who was holding hands with the blond guy.

"And now you say...," the girl said, her arms crossed as she looked at me.

"... I don't know," I looked around, relieved to see pretty much no one was paying attention to us.

"Sorry. You say sorry," the girl rolled her eyes while pushing her lips out. I stood there for a second, suddenly feeling cheap in my tennis shoes, skinning jeans, and tank top while the girl in front of me was wearing all designer. "I haven't seen you here before," the girl said, changing the tone in her voice suddenly, almost even smiling. "Did you just move here?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm originally from Wisconsin," I played with the spiral of my notebook as the red headed girl looked me up and down.

"Oh, well, I'm Lydia Martin," the red head held out her hand, having me shake it. "I'm pretty popular around her so if you have any questions, just ask me."

"Amisa Blu," I smiled. "And thanks."

"No problem," Lydia smiled brightly, taking a seat down at the front of class.

I looked around and tried to find a seat. There were a few open in the last two rows by the windows. I walked over to the one desk in the way back by the windows. I looked out the window and watched as an expensive black car pulled into the parking lot. I watched as a girl got out of the front and walked away from the car, waving as it pulled away. The girl walked over and sat down, pulling out her phone.

I was watching her talking until the door opened, in walking Scott and Stiles. I stared at the open desk in front of me and watched as one of the two boys sat in it. I looked up and recognized the buzz cut that Stiles had. Scott sat in the seat across from him and they immediately whispered back and forth to each other. I leaned a bit forward and tried to listen to what they were saying. I didn't hear one word though because the teacher walked in and quieted them up.