Parched

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two.

A bunch of teenagers were standing in different groups around the class room. The teacher still wasn't in the room. A girl with blonde hair and pale skin glared at me. She strutted over to where me and the guy i'd run into stood. I relized i didn't even know his name. She gave me a smirk and practically tackled fall guy. Yes, i was calling him fall guy until i figured out his name. Pressing her big pink lips against his.

"Agh Courtney?" He asked, looking shocked and confused.

"Who is she?" Her glare burned right through me.

"You know, i'm actually not sure. What's your name?" Looking at me.

"I-i." I stuttered. "Spencer... yours?"

"Stiles." He grinned, flashing two rows of white teeth. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles. I wanted to see how it sounded when i said it.

"Hi Stiles."

"Hello Spencer." he said in this deep sexy voice. Just then a lady with short blond hair and a sparkly pink skirt and matching jacket ran in.

"Oh dear! Class i'm sorry." She said in this sweet grandma voice. "Sit sit." There were five rows of tables, 3 tables in each row. Each table had a small oven top in the center, and two glossy red stools. Stiles sat at one of the tables in the middle, i was about to sit next to him when Courtney slid infrount of me, taking my seat. Fusteration boiled up inside me.

"Everyone! We have a new student today. Come on up here sugar." She grinned ear to ear. I slowly crept my way up frount, i smiled quickly and than relaxed my face. "This right here is Spencer. For the last two weeks i've let everyone chose their own partners. Not anymore, everyone will be assigned their own partner!" She was excited. "Ah, lets see." She scanned the class. "Stiles!" She shouted. "Would you do the honor and work with Spencer?"

"No problem Ms. P." He grinned.

"Courtney, get up." Ms. P said in almost a totally new voice, i guess she wasn't a fan of Courtneys. Courtney got up, and gave me a rude look. I hurried and sat next to Stiles. He smiled at me, and i nervously grinned back. Ms. P paired everyone else up.

"Turn on you're stoves!" Ms. P practically yelled, sounding sweet as always. We all turned on our stoves and waited for them to heat up.

"I hear your a Blake." Stiles said, acting like a Blake was the best thing in the world.

"Uh, yeah.." I replied.

"Ava's a little rough around the edges, but shes probably one of my favorite h-" He got cut off by the girl sitting at the table next to him. She had dark hair to about her shoulders, pale skin, and brown eyes. Everyone here was pale...except Stiles. Guess Seattle doesn't get much sun?

"Stiles." She said, giving him a fake smile, as to stop him from saying something he shouldn't.

"Hey Julie." He flashed her a teethy smile and mouthed something to her. I felt vaugly left out. I said nothing

He looked back at me "I-i was just saying i like her."

"Uhm, shes okay." i frowned.

"Not a fan?"

"She doesn't really give me the chance, she hasn't said two words to me that aren't completely rude. In a way, i think she kinda owes me."

He looked at me, about to say something. "You know what, i'm ranting." I inturupted him.