~Disclaimer! I'm only on season three of Teen Wolf so I'm sorry if this is not up-to-date. Still, I hope you enjoy and keep in mind this is still on season three! Love y'all and I hope you love "Fangs". -Author :)~
"I hate being the new girl." I sigh as I stare at the huge building that everyone calls a school. My friend Paige nudges me and nods at the stone building overflowing with teenagers.
"C'mon, you'll be fine. Everyone will love you." She says and walks in. Her combat boots scuff against the grown and she looks so put together. Her outfit, hair, make up, confidence. I look down at my ripped white skinny jeans and floral top and sigh. Before I walk in, I take a look at the school's sign.
Beacon Hills.
I adjust my backpack strap and walk up the concrete stairs and through the door.
I gulp and grip my backpack strap harder. Everyone is looking at me. Their eyes like lasers, burning through me. I felt my body slowly melting and my cheeks becoming hot and bright. I feel naked, not moving. I feel numb, my body barely stinging and burning. I won't move, I can't. It's too hard to breathe. Get it together. I finally move to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I sense Paige next to me and she walks on to her locker. I follow, breathing ever step.
One foot in front of another. Breathe in. Out.
As I walk to my locker, two boys catch my eyes. One has dark brown eyes and a crooked jawline. He looks at you like he knows something. The other boy is staring at Paige, mouth agape, and gripping his backpack strap as he leans over on the locker, almost falling over.
"That one guy looks like he wants to kiss you." I whisper to Paige, flipping through my locker combination. She giggles and hear the dorky one whisper to his friend,
"Those are the new girls." I gulp and try to ignore. The way he said "New girl." Made me get goose bumps. It wasn't in the teasing, bullying way I have been told before. It was like they understood what it was like to be an outcast, a misfit, the last to be chosen, the misunderstood, they knew what it was like to be me.
"C'mon, let's go to class." Paige said and turned towards me, back facing the two mysterious boys. I nod and follow her to chemistry.
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I sit down and tap my pencil on my desk, looking at the people around the room. My eyes scan the room, searching, reading people. MY eye catches a boy, curling blonde hair, blue vibrant eyes. He's handsome and very reserved, kind. I can see hope and curiosity in his two pupils. I find myself staring, looking at his muscles through his white tee shirt and black leather jacket. Finally, my stare shifts when a girl laughs. The girl, brown hair, pretty and peachy, was sitting next to a girl with strawberry blonde hair and vibrant eyes. They seemed familiar.
My gaze snapped when I heard the teacher exclaim with cold, stern hatred,
"Scott and Stiles, you're late." I look at the two boys who have wandered in. The suspicious boys from the hallway. The two girls look uncomfortable as Scott and Stiles sit down in front of the two girls, and the boy with curly blonde hair looks put down, rejected.
I want to keep staring, keep searching, keep getting answers from this group of interesting people, but before I can, the teacher scares me out of my skin when he booms,
"Okay class, let's start. Welcome to chemistry."
