Suffering//void!stiles

One

"Who's that?" I wonder aloud, nodding my chin towards the lanky brunette that was helping an elderly woman walk across the street. Lydia stops touching up her lips and looks up from her compact. She squints at the figure before she sees his face and shudders slightly.

"I forget his name, he's new here." She explains before putting the cap on her ruby red lipstick and slipping the compact into her purse. Lydia Martin and I had been best friends since grade 2, and at first she had seemed shallow and aloof, but as soon as I got to know her I realized how smart and observant she was. It was as if she knew everything and everyone before anyone else did.

"He's actually kind of good looking." I reply, getting a closer look at him as he crosses back over to the school and joins two other new faces beside a blue jeep. The three of them laugh about something before the guy grabs the girl's hand and the boy stands alone looking awkward as they walk towards the entrance.

Lydia lets out a sarcastic giggle after my observation and I look at her with furrowed brows. "Yeah, I guess if you can get over the fact that he got kicked out of his last school for brutally beating and hanging a dog from a tree, and the fact that it looks like the kid hasn't slept in weeks." she laughs bitterly. 

"But look at him Lyds, he literally helped an old woman across the street. Everybody should just give him a chance." I reason, not wanting to judge him by his past, even though it was extremely weird and disgusting. The bell rings and I pull out my phone to check our schedule before we start walking towards the doors.

"He is being given a chance. That's why he's here and not in jail." she counters. We step into the school and I can almost instantly feel people turning to stare at us. Ever since we had entered Beacon Hills High School, people had referred to us as the 'Power Couple'. Lydia and I weren't dating or anything, we were just the friends that everyone else wanted to be. We threw the best parties and we were top students. It took months to perfect the balance between smart and cool, but once we got the art of being popular down to a T we began to rule the school.

"People can change Lydia." I mutter, approaching our lockers and turning the lock a few times before it finally clicks open and I can place my books into it. Lydia rids herself of her supplies before she shuts her locker and flips her strawberry blonde hair as she turns to me.

"People can change yes. But there's just something about him that seems inhuman." she whispers, her voice quiet and almost scared. I take a few seconds to process what she says before I start to giggle. "Lydia calm down it's not like he's a werewolf or something." I laugh. She glares at me as I close my locker and we begin walking to our english classroom. 

As we walk into the classroom it suddenly grows quiet. I recognize the brunette boy in the back of his class and he continues talking to his other friends loudly before he realizes that everyone has fallen silent and he looks up confusedly. People turn to look at us for a few seconds before going back to their conversations. Lydia and I get a couple compliments on our clothes and shoes as we walk towards our usual spots near the window. 

I growl lowly at Lydia as we sit down and she flinches before sending me another death glare. "It'll be fine Lydia, I mean, I'd hang a dog too if I had to third wheel my best friends all the time." I giggle, tilting my head towards the back of the class where the couple was once again excluding the boy from their conversation. Lydia giggles slightly and opens her mouth to say something, but before she can speak, the entire room becomes silent and we look up to the front to see a woman in her mid-twenties writing her name in chalk on the board. 

"My name is Ms.Blake and I will be teaching you english for this term, please raise your hand when I call out your name." She fumbles with a few pieces of paper before finally finding the attendance sheet. She begins to yell out names. "Allison Argent?" She calls, her eyes scanning the room. "Here." I turn to the back of the class to see the new girl raising her hand and smiling brightly. 

"She's pretty." I mumble, tapping Lydia on the shoulder. Lydia turns around before looking back to me and nodding thoughtfully, "We should ask her to hang out with us." she suggests as we look back to the front of the classroom. "Maybe he is a werewolf." I giggle, still not over the fact that Lydia had called the non-intimidating boy 'inhuman'. She looks at me skeptically before pressing her finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Maybe he hung the dog because the dog was a werewolf." she snickered. "Lydia Martin?" Lydia turns to the teacher with a quick reply before looking back to me and pretending to show me her fangs. 

We giggle as we look over our shoulders towards the trio, but our smiles drop from our faces when we notice that they're all staring at us with wide eyes. "Scott Mccall?" the boy stares at us for a few more seconds before shaking his head slightly and pulling his hand from Allison's. "Here." he mumbles. When they finally notice us looking at them they all break their gaze and begin to whisper to each other under their breaths. 

"Have you ever met them?" I ask Lydia, confused about the situation. She shakes her head quickly as we turn back towards the front of the class, both of us slightly freaked out. As Ms.Blake continues down the list, I try to stay concentrated but Lydia keeps tapping my shoulder and finally I turn back to her.

We both jump at the sound of a textbook being dropped onto the floor. "- Stilinski?" the boy that supposedly hung a dog from a tree raises his hand and says something about a nickname but I zone him out as Lydia and I start up another conversation about the lunch schedule. "Calli Stiller?" I smile brightly at the teacher and raise my hand, but before I can say anything, the Stilinski kid from the back of the classroom slams his hand onto the desk and let's out a gasp of exasperation. "Are you flippin' kidding me?" he exclaims, pressing his reddened hand to his temple. His friends stare at him with wide eyes as everyone else slowly turns around to watch the scene.

I shake out of the slight trance that I'm in and turn back towards her. "Here." I call, raising my hand again quickly before lowering it and quickly looking at Lydia. "What the fuck?" I mouth, pulling my eyebrows together as I stare into her wide eyes. She shakes her head in confusion and mouths something back, but I can't catch what she says as our attention is once again called to the front. 

"So to start the year off, we will be reading the well-known classic 'Tragedy of Macbeth'. I will be pairing you off alphabetically, so don't even bother with looking towards your friends hopefully." I roll my eyes towards Lydia and she pretends to gag herself as Ms.Blake calls out the pairs. "Scott and Lydia."

Lydia turns to me with a confused expression. "Is he the one with a crooked jaw?" she questions, pointing towards the back of the classroom with her perfectly manicured fingernail. I nod and laugh nervously. "Good luck with that." I mutter as we turn towards them once again. Scott smiles and waves awkwardly and Lydia rolls her eyes before picking up her notebook and heading towards the empty seat beside him. 

I begin to feel uneasy as I realize that my last name and the creepy kid's last name both start with the same letter, and I cross my fingers and pray that we won't be paired together. She moves further down the list as kids pair up and begin to talk about the novel. Ms.Blake looks to me and smiles before speaking again. "Calli with Stiles." I tilt my head to the side and squint at her in confusion.

"What the hell is a Stiles?"