My Angel, His Stalker(Matt/Stiles)

Prologue

Matt knew everyone thought he was a weirdo. They thought he was creepy because he always carried around a digital camera but it wasn't creepy. He took pictures of nature and things he deemed historical or worth his time to take. And if people hated him for that then so be it.

He didn't have many friends to begin with when he moved back to Beacon Hills. The third day he was there he had heard that Allison Argents mother had passed and her funeral was being held at Beacon Hills Cemetary.

He didn't think much of it when he decided to go to take a couple pictures of Allison. Her dad Chris and her grandfather Gerard were there so he snapped a few pictures and left before anyone was none the wiser.

Matt had gotten home later that day and set his camera down on his nightstand, laying down and stared up at the cieling. A lot had obviously happened while he was gone and he wondered why the town seemed so dark now.

Whatever the reason, he decided to leave that for another day and went to bed early since the next day was a school one. His first day back to be exact.

And now he was here. Standing outside of the school doors, just moments after waving goodbye to his mother. He gripped the strap of his back that was slung across his shoulder and chest, and took a deep breath. First day back shouldn't be too bad right?

Matt strode into the school, mixing in with the crowd of kids who walked the halls, talking to friends and making their way to classes. He had his schedule and locker number already and he made his way to it. As he did he passed by two boys who he recognized as Scott and Stiles. They were in front of their lockers talking.

Matt always admired how their friendship never seemed to have any flaws in it. He wondered why he could never have a good friend the way they did. The only friend he kind of had was Jackson, who was a complete asshole to Scott and Stiles and Matt wasn't even sure if he could call what he and Jackson had a friendship.

Matt made it to his locker and opened it, grabbing the books he had stashed in there a few days before. He closed his locker and made his way to his first class. Pausing outside of the door, he muttered to himself,

"This should be fun."
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Four classes and a lunch break later Matt was in P.E with Finstock. He was suited up in lacrosse gear because he was trying out for the team. Scott, Stiles and Jackson were already on the team and Matt wanted to try out for something sporty for once.

While at another school in a different state, Matt had to learn to fit in or he'd be crushed and singled out. So he'd worked out and joined a few sports programs. Even played for a few teams so what's lacrosse but another to add to the list.

Matt waited for coach Finstock to blow the whistle and the tryouts started. Matt ducked and dodged, and basically broke everyones ankles to get to the net. He threw the ball, not even concerned in the slightest if the ball hit the goalie in the face. But it didn't. The ball went straight into the net and Finstock yelled at him.

"Daehler! Do you play lacrosse?!"

Matt smirked and shook his head. "No sir."

Finstock scratched the back of his neck and said, "You're on the team! Get back out there!"

Later after tryouts, Matt was in the locker room changing into his regular clothes when Jackson walked over to him. Matt looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Matt asked.

"Man what did you do when you moved?" Jackson asked crossing his arms and leaning against the lockers. "I mean before you left you never played sports and now look at you."