Outcasts [Book 1]

One

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

- Sweet Dreams, Eurythmics 

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School was different that day. It was still terrifically boring, and almost everyone there was generally shitty, but it was different. Around the halls most everyone was gossiping, the whole day. 

Beacon Hills High School never gossiped. Even with the 'random deaths', Lydia walking around the woods naked for two weeks, and Scott magically becoming amazing at lacrosse a few years ago, no one ever said anything. It was big news, Lydia could tell, even Scott was whispering to Allison about it. 

Lydia finds Danny, who knows about everything going on in this school. It was understandable, he had a smile that made people want to tell their secrets to him, golden eyes that held no pain, and he had no enemies. Even Lydia felt like she could trust Danny, though they barely talked. 

"Whats up with everyone today?" She asks, leaning against the locker next to his. Danny puts a few books in his locker. "What? No hello?" He grins at her with all of his teeth, slightly resembling that creepy cat from Alice In Wonderland. "Hi, hello, hey, what up, if I'm late for class I'm blaming you." She replies. 

Danny rolls his eyes and shuts his locker. He wraps an arm around her. They didn't talk much, or get to hang out a lot, since he supposedly didn't know about the supernatural, but he was still like an older brother to her. 

They pass by a few freshman, who Lydia eyes and Danny gives her a look, 'older brother style'. "Stiles Stilinski is coming back to school." He tells her. Everyone knew about him, and Lydia thought everyone was way too fucking judgmental about what he did. 

He killed his sister. Why? No one knows. 

It was all over the news when it happened. She thinks she was about eleven. Her mom had snorted, poured another glass of wine, offered one to Lydia, - who declined - and said that the Stilinski's were all bad. Lydia had mentally rolled her eyes and gone up to her room, that was pink at the time. 

90% of Lydia's friends have killed someone before, and though she could never think of someone bringing any harm to their family, she truly didn't have the right to judge Stiles. Theres always a reason for why people do things, and she was sure that he had a reason, even if it was just that he was fucked up. 

Danny takes his arm away when they reach the classroom. Her eyes scan the room, landing on Scott and Allison talking in the front row of the room. She noticed how everyone was sliding their desks slightly away from one desk in particular, where a boy was sitting. Lydia rolls her eyes without even realizing it.

He didn't seem to notice them, his eyes staring straight at the wordless board. Lydia didn't see how anyone could be scared of him. He was skinny, his blue shirt was practically wearing him. His hair was about as messy as her parents marriage, and he looked semi-normal if you ignore the bags under his eyes. 

She'd read somewhere that 'you can see a persons soul through their eyes' and thought it was cheesy and was probably from some shitty romance novel. But Stiles' eyes were something else. 

His eyes were almost black, with determination for something. They stood out against  the pale skin that surrounded them. His eyes made him seem like he was in pain, drifting off somewhere distant that wasn't good. It was how Allison looked when she almost bled out before the ambulance came.