The Other Argent {Stella Argent}

first class;

The three girls make their way into first class: English. 

Even though Stella had been speaking English her whole life, it was definitely one of her worst subjects. 

Allison and Lydia rushed to their seats, with Lydia sitting next to a guy with jet black hair and a plaid shirt, and Allison sitting to Lydia's right. Stella frowned in confusion at the two, while they just give Stella a tight lipped smile. 

Stella took a seat behind the dark haired, tanned, puppy-dog eyed boy, and began to get her stationary out of her bag. As she was doing so she noticed the tanned guy in front of her turn around, Stella looked up and noticed that he sighed when he saw that Stella was sitting behind him, obviously hoping that somebody else would sit there. The guy turned back around and Stella cleared her throat and leaned forward so the guy could hear her, "careful there buddy, giving somebody a look like that could almost hurt their feelings." The guy then turned around awkwardly, "uh, sorry. It's just- I wasn't, I mean- I was kind of hoping somebody else would sit there."

Stella frowned. "That probably would've hurt my feelings, but lucky for you- I don't have any" Stella says, cheerfully exclaiming the last part. The guy snorts and then turns back around in his seat and Stella leans back into hers. 

She then turns to her left and notices Allison and Lydia gaping at her, Stella frowns and shrugs her shoulders. But before anymore confusing stares between the girls could happen they all receive a text message.

Stella frowned at her phone. 'The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds-" but before Stella could read the rest; a young women walked in that could've easily been mistaken for a freaking Milan run-way model. 

"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." The woman then pauses in front of her desk. "This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."

Stella notices everyone turn off their phones, but due to her disability she calls 'I-do-what-I-want syndrome' she attempts to put the phone back in her pocket. But the teacher calls her out "Uh, Miss Argent. Your phone." "-Is on the verge of dying, so if I turn it off now, it probably won't turn back on" Stella adds on. Miss Blake gives her a stern look and raises her eyebrows. Stella rolls her eyes, and switches her phone off and slams it on the table.

The teacher assigns them some book work to do and everyone gets on with it, except of course, Stella, who continues to doodle in her book. 

In the corner of her eye, something shifted. Glancing to her left, Stella notices the guy who was sitting next to Lydia had changed seats to sit diagonally behind her, and was craning his neck trying to take a look at Stella's doodle. Stella turned towards him, eyes narrowed. "Is there something I can help you with?" she whispered.

At the sound of her voice, he collapsed back in his chair. The desk shook beneath his weight momentarily threatening to tip and toss him to the floor. He regained his balance and coughed into his fist, quickly constructing a poor imitation of collectedness. "Nope" he said casually, shaking his head. "No it's all good here-" he began waving his hand around over his desk "everything's just peachy in this.. general area."

"Okay, then" she muttered back, eyebrow arched skeptically. "That's good to know."

Before either of them could properly react to the awkward situation that just happened, the vice principal walked in and whispered to Miss Blake, and then walked out. 

Miss Blake then looked towards the same guy in front of her, "Mr McCall" she says, and signals for him to follow her, so he does. 

While the two are out of the room, the odd guy behind her decides to strike up a conversation for whatever misguided reason. 

"Hey, you're Allison's cousin- right?" Stella sighs and turns round to him slightly, "yep." He nods and begins whispering again, obviously not taking the hint that this is a conversation Stella does not want to have, "oh wow- thats pretty cool- I mean, I wouldn't know from personal experiences- but it uh- it seems cool, y'know because you've got.. Allison as a.. cousin" he says, slowly running out of things to say. Not that he really had anything to say from the beginning. 

Luckily Stella is saved from this awkwardness by Miss Blake walking back into the room. "Mr Stilinski, would you like to sit in your chair properly?" Miss Blake questions, taking notice of Stiles leaning so far out of his chair that if you moved it, it probably wouldn't make a difference.

Stiles awkwardly coughs and sits back in his chair. 

After another couple minutes of working; the strangest thing happened. 

A bird slammed straight into the window, causing it to leave a smear of blood on the glass. The whole class, including Miss Blake stared at it curiously. 

Miss Blake was the first to notice the whole flock of birds flying straight towards the classroom window. 

Eventually, with such an impact on the windows, the birds smashed through, shards scattering everywhere. That was when everyone got over their shock, finally complying to Ms Blake's urgent screams for everyone to get down. 

Stella dropped to the ground trying to get out of the way of the birds, but either this was Stella's lucky day, or she was walking around with a sign on her head saying 'Birds please attack me and you will get a free supply of bird baths."

Stiles noticed that Stella was getting the worser end of the stick and quickly hurried over to her and shielded her from the crazy, suicidal birds. 

Still. Everything then went still. Dead birds lay to the left, right, behind and in front of everyone. Stiles slowly let his arm relax from Stella and looked around curiously and confused. 

He then quickly turned to Stella and attempted to help her stand up, "I'm fine" Stella says, grabbing the desk to support herself. Stiles then notices the blood just above Stella's eyebrow, "your head-" "I said I'm fine" Stella interrupts, putting her hand in front of herself to stop Stiles from helping anymore. 

It's crazy how stubborn Stella was. She didn't want to be that girl, the damsel in distress. She hated looking weak. She didn't need protecting, she needed to protect. 

Stiles is obviously very stubborn as well, and wasn't going to take no as an answer. "Look, I know how you don't want to hurt your precious feminist rights, but just let me help you."

Stella looks up at him and doesn't react, obviously signalling Stiles that he can help.

Stiles for some reason looks proud of this and happily pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket. Stella steps back a bit, "what?" Stiles questions, confused. Stella looks at his handkerchief questioningly. "It's a handkerchief" Stiles states defensively. Stella looks at him with a questioning frown, "who the hell our age carries around a handkerchief?" "Wha- I do" Stiles exclaims, waving his handkerchief around. Stella snorts, "nerd."

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Wow such cuteness <3 I'm really hoping I can make Allison and Stella have a really tight relationship, bc sometimes I forget lolza. And also Stella and Lydia, they'd be so badass. And in that bird scene i wasn't sure who I wanted Stella to be with, i feel like if she was with Allison or Lydia she probs would've protected them. But i guess with stiles i got to chuck in the fact that Stella is in fact a feminist and would rather protect, than be protected. Hope you enjoyed xx