Scott: you walked into the school, your bag weighing 100 pounds on your bag. You were the typical 'nerd' of the school. Nobody ever looked your way. As the stereotype high school story, you were deeply inlove with the jock of the school, Scott McCall. He had a girlfriend, Allison Argent. She was remotely popular but they seemed so happy. It made you so ever jealous. As you walked with your head down, you heard laughter right has you dived into the tile floor. You just ate shit in front most of the school. It was totally embarrassing. As you grew rosy, you heard a deep voice from behind you. He, whoever he was was very pissed off about how you were being 'bullied'.
"You can't do that to people Allison. We are over." It was Scott. You lost your breath. "Let me help you up?" You gazed up to see Scott. He had his hand raised out. You pushed yourself up to your knees and grabbed his hands.
"Thank you.." You gave him a light smile, which he returned.
"I'm sorry about them, he gave a mean look towards his friend who were still chuckling. "Maybe I could take you out to lunch to make it up too you?" Did he just ask you out? You began to silently freak. You could do nothing but nod. "Great..." He waited for a name.
"Oh, Y/N." You grinned revealing your teeth. He looked into your eyes.
"Okay then Y/N, then it's a date. Text me." He slipped a piece of paper into your hand before grinning and leaving to catch up with his friends.
Stiles: you were one of the preppy, richer kids. You lived a great life as a social butterfly, except the fact.. You weren't the smartest. Your parents decided you needed a tutor and made it very clear to the principal who hooked you up with a nerd who you never heard of. You walked into the library after school and saw a boy deep into a textbook. You walked up behind him and spoke.
"Stiles?" You read the name off the information packet the principal assigned you. He turned his head around and you both stopped, just staring at each other. You could not believe a boy this handsome existed.
"T-that's me." He stuttered, checking you up and down. You nodded, taking a seat beside him. "You're.. Y/N.." He still amazed. You nodded, giving him an beam. "Ok-okay." He was so nervous, you found it dorky and adorable.
"Don't be nervous." You giggled flirtatiously. He smirked and opened a textbook. "It looks like we will be spending a lot of time together, you don't have to be nervous." He passed you a textbook and you still couldn't keep your eyes off him.
Derek: you were an average student. You got good grades and never would do anything bad. Until one day you got detention for showing up to class one minute late. You sat in the empty room, avoiding eye contact with the angry teacher at the head of the room. The door swung open and a boy in a leather jacket stood tall.
"Mr Hale. Please take a seat. You're late. That requires me to give you another detention." The teacher rolled his eyes at the bad boy as he came in and took a seat beside me. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes until the teacher left.
"What are you doing here. You are a goody goody." His deep voice startled me. He noticed, letting out a low chuckle. "Do I scare you?" His tone seductive. You didn't answer. "I do scare you." His smile ingrained in my skin.
"No." You spoke quickly before the teacher came back. You couldn't help but feel your heart race and his smirk on you for the rest of the time.
Isaac: you sat alone in the back everyday. You were the shy, "scene" kid. Nobody bothered to talk to you, until the new boy came. He sat at the back with you. No words were exchanged between the two of you for a while.
"I like your pierce the veil shirt." He gave you a smile. "I'm more of a sleeping with sirens guy but they are good too." You suddenly felt yourself heat up. Nobody ever liked what you did.
"What about of mice and men?" He shrugged. "They kind of scare me but I like the drumming. What about bring me the horizon." After a whole class of talking about bands, he stopped you. "I'm Isaac by the way."
"Y/N." He nodded.
"See you tomorrow." He winked, which caused you to flutter. You think you like him and what he listened to.
