Stilena- You can see it in her eyes

Chapter 1

-[Elena's POV]-
I walked the empty hallways of Beacon Hills high, searching for locker 224. I looked at the sign dangling above my head, reading "Welcome back!"
I looked around, locker number 221... 222... 223... I looked for 224 but it wasn't there. The door seemed to have fallen off its hinges.
Great.
First day back and I won't even have a locker.
All of a sudden, a figure stumbled behind me, carrying a very large blue object.
My locker door.
I peered around the corner to see who it was.
I saw him, a look of pure surprise stood on his face.
He looked familiar. I couldn't put my finger on why.
"Oh my God, um- I-I'm so sorry. It's not what it looks like. I thought that was my locker and-and I tried to-"
I cut him off with my laughter.
"It's okay." I said. "Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure?" He said, gesturing the locker door he was holding to me.
"Positive." I said giggling.
"Few." He said, swiping his forehead and dropping the locker door to his feet.
We stood for a few seconds, just scanning each other. Strangely, it wasn't awkward at all. Usually these types of first meeting conversations are beyond awkward. But with him, everything seemed to feel so natural. And I couldn't help but look at him. His perfectly hazel eyes, his sharp jawline. It somehow reminded me of when I was younger.
"I'm Elena." I said, looking down to his chest. I walked closer to him.
"Stiles." He said, smirking.
I suddenly realized why he was so familiar. I could recognize that smirk anywhere. Stiles Stilinski. He lived in my neighborhood when I was younger, until he moved away to Beacon Hills when I was 9. I had only moved to Beacon Hills this year, as a 17 year old. No wonder he didn't recognize me, that was 8 years ago.
"See ya around then?" Stiles said, looking into my eyes.
"See ya." I said, smiling.
Wait but, what about my locker?