Stiles Stilinski Imagines 🦊

:The New Girl:

* Listen to: Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons *

Word Count: 1,912

Here we go again. Another school with the same crappy bland walls and blue lockers that scattered the hallways. It seems those are the only constant in these damn schools. You see I have a tendency to hop between schools. The reason is that I'm on the run. The last town I was in I had to flee since hunters found me. That's right I am a teenage werewolf. I have no family since they were all hunted down. Turns out that I have an uncle in a town called Beacon Hills. He is from my mother's side. He is very aware of the werewolf side of the family. He reached out to me a couple days ago. So I packed my bags and here I am. He thought that I should live a normal teenage life. So with some forged paperwork I am now a junior high school student at Beacon High.

My black combat boots moved in a slow pace not in a hurry to get to chemistry. I can feel the stares burning holes in my back from my peers. I guess my attire had a play in that. I wore skinny jeans ripped at the knees of course, a nirvana band tee, and my favorite black leather jacket. My Y/C/H hair had blue tips at the ends. My eyes had a dark layer of black eyeliner that made my Y/C/E eyes pop. I didn't carry a backpack and I had no school supplies. It was a habit of mine because I didn't plan on staying too long.

I stepped into the classroom and it was already filled with some students. My eyes scanned the room and found an empty seat towards the back. Without a second thought I marched over avoiding the teacher who was to busy writing notes on the chalk board. I took a seat as I leaned back with my arms crossed across my chest. I didn't bother to pay attention to my surroundings. Instead I looked out the window wanting this class to be over already. I don't know how much time has passed but my attention was drawn towards a boys voice.

"Hello," He waved his hand in front of my face trying to get my attention, "I asked if you needed paper, a pencil, or basically a whole set of school supplies."

I looked up at the boy and was surprised to find him attractive. He had short dark hair, honey colored eyes, and little delicate moles that spread across his skin. My eyes wondered over his style and noticed he had regular grey tee shirt with red pants, "No." My voice came out harsher than I intended it to.

He looked shocked by my tone, "I was trying to be nice."

"Yeah well, don't." I looked back out towards the window.

I heard him make a snark comment and then started talking to someone. Words like sacrifices, killings, and werewolves caught my attention. I tuned into the boy's conversation and was surprised to realize that his friend was just like me. 

"We have to do something, Scott. We can't just wait around and let someone else get killed." The boy whispered to his friend.

"We have to make sure that we have the right suspect. We can't just go around accusing everyone with no valid proof." Scott assured his friend.

It was like they felt me staring because at the same moment they both turned to look back at me. I couldn't help but glare at them. Who were they and what the hell were they involved with?

The boy let out a nervous chuckle, "Its this monster gaming community that we are a part of. We have to solve a murder."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "Right."