THE SLAYER ■ SCOTT MCCALL

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COLTON TRIED HER BEST TO ignore the stares directed at her. It didn't work. People in Beacon Hills seemed to have staring problems as no one could take their eyes off of her and she was not enjoying the attention, honestly.

Did she really have to be at this place that adults call school and teens call Hell? Doesn't seem very fair. Colton groaned into her hand and looked up to see she was at the front office. Just where she needed to be.

Colton walked in and the lady at the front disk looked up to see her and she gave Colton a kind smile. At least someone seemed friendly.

"How can I help you, dear?" The woman's voice was nice and calming and set Colton's nerves straight as she walked up closer to the desk and returned the smile she was sent.

"Oh, um, well I'm new to Beacon Hills high school and need to receive my schedule." That was easy enough to say.

"Of course! Just hold on a moment, what's your name dear?"

"Colton Battermen."

"Hmm, did your parents think you were gonna be a boy when you were a babe?" The woman asked after a few quiet seconds. Colton wasn't surprised when the receptionist asked her that; everyone always asked her that when they heard her first name.

"Nah, they just felt the name suited me and well, here I am." She shot the receptionist woman an awkward smile and the woman just kept the nice smile that as plastered on her face. Should she be worried about that smile at all?

The woman was nice, a bit too nice at that. It left Colton on edge. Her gut was telling her that something wasn't right with the receptionist and her gut was never wrong. Her instinct was never wrong.

"Dear?"

Colton visibly jumped a inch in the air and her gaze drifted down to the receptionist, the woman holding out her school schedule with a concerned glint in her dark brown eyes. She shook herself out of.. whatever she was in and quickly snatched the peice of paper from the woman's hand and without even a farewell or glance behind her, Colton practically ran from the office.

When she was sure that she was a good distance away, Colton let out the breath that she had been holding and leaned against the nearest locker. What was wrong with her? The receptionist hadn't done a thing to her and she was over here having an attack. She needed to get herself together. Colton couldn't keep acting like this. She knew it, but she couldn't stop. She just couldn't.

"FML.."

"That's a nice thing to say on such a good day."

Colton jumped again─what the hell? was everyone a ghost here? how the hell do they keep on sneaking up on her?─ and turned to the person who spoke to her and almost gasped.

This guy was handsome. Like make you wanna just cry handsome. The first thing that caught her attention was his jawline, though crooked, was quite defined if she said so herself. His skin reminded her of the nice tan color of the beach sand when it was wet and the sun hit it just the right way and the moles that covered his skin made her ogle. Hard. Colton had always had a weakness for moles and he just triggered her. His eyes were such a warm, chocolate brown that reminded her of a excited puppy and his hair─dear god! his hair!─it looked so nice and fluffy, styled to stay out of his face and a bit to fix it so it'd stay in an upward position.

All in all, Colton was sure that she had just died and went to heaven. Especially as he shot his sweet smile down at her.

"Um, are you ok?"

Colton was snapped out of her obvious ogling and coughed into her hand, thanking everything above that her skin was too dark for him to see her blush.

"Oh! Hey! Uh, sorry! You just scared me is all!" Great Colton, just yell in his face why don't you. She really needed to work on her people skills a bit more.

The guy didn't seem to mind though as he chuckled down at her, his beautiful brown eyes sparkling as well. FML.

"Sooo, I can tell you're new here." When she raised a brow at him, the guy sent her a sheepish smile, "I know every face in Beacon Hills, it being a small town and all, and I'm sure I would recognize your face if I ever saw it before this."

Was that a compliment? Was he flirting? What was going on? Colton was totally out of her element here. It's not like she had never talked to a guy before, it's just that most of them didn't think much of her. And then here comes this hotty messing her heart and mind up with just one little smile. Great Colton, just great.

"Yep, just came here from Arizona, yea, it's, uh, really hot over there. Like mega hot and stuff, kind of like you─"

Oh. My. God.

Did she really just say that? She said that right? Her? Colton Batterman? Would it be too late for her to just die?

"Well! With that being said and all, I must be off! I'm sorry gotta go!"

"Woah! Wai─" For once, Colton thanked her mother for forcing her on the cross country team back in Arizona cause her speed came in handy, like, super handy.

That's it, Colton was really done. She couldn't take this shit anymore, she wanted to just go home, curl up in her bed, and wallow away in her emberrassment.