one shots // newtmas

New To Beacon Hills

I got this idea from falloutyoutube tysm for giving me this prompt!

"Stiles."

"Stiles."

"STILES"

Stiles' head snapped up from his desk, "huh?"

"You feel asleep," Scott smirked, "we got a new kid."

"Is he normal?" Stiles asked quietly.

"I can't tell, it's beacon hills so probably not," Scott whispered.

"What should we do?" Stiles glanced around trying to find the kid.

"Let's try and be friends with him, at least until I can tell if he's anything out of the ordinary."

"Where even is he?" Stiles gave up looking and huffed.

"Back corner, by the door," Scott nodded his head toward the kid.

Stiles craned his neck to see and almost fell over his desk, "the blonde kid?"

"Could you be anymore obvious?" Scott shook his head at his best friend.

"I actually could be," Stiles grinned but then finally got a glace of the kid. He had blonde fluffy hair and looked really small in his hoodie and jeans. He was to far away to see any details though.

"He seems alright," Stiles shrugged.

"We'll talk to him later, maybe he plays lacrosse."

"Nah, he's to small to play."

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"Hey," Scott and Stiles came up behind the new kid after the final bell rang.

"Uh hi?" he looked them up and down as he shut his locker.

"You're new?" Stiles piped in.

"No I just miss a lot of school," the kid gave him a look almost to say, 'really?'

Before Stiles could say something stupid Scott cut in, "I'm Scott and that idiot is Stiles."

"Stiles?"

Scott nodded, "what's your name?"

"You can just call me Newt," the kid said as he switched his backpack to the other shoulder.

"Like the lizard?" Stiles looked at him with pure curiosity.

"I hate my real name so that's what I have people call me," Newt explained, insecurity flashing across his eyes.

Scott shot Stiles a look.

"So not to be rude but what do you guys want?" Newt asked as his eyes switched between the two boy's faces.

"What we can't just be nice to a new kid?" Stiles crossed his arms.

"This is high school, that doesn't happen, plus this kind of feels like a bloody interrogation."

Scott and Stiles were speechless.

"Can I just go home? I'm gonna have to walk now," Newt frowned slightly.

"I can drive you!" Stiles grinned.

"It's fine, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"You don't have to ask, I already decided I'm driving you."

"I'll text you later Stiles," Scott patted his friend on the back before leaving to go to his motorcycle.

"Okay I have like the best car of all Beacon Hills, it's my baby," Stiles explained as they walked toward the parking lot.