Demons - Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 3: New Girl

As I walk awkwardly down the empty corridor beside the middle-aged principle, wringing my hands together, my book bag slung over my shoulder banging against the back of my right leg reminding me that I need to put the penny board into my locker. I can't help but worry about what the new girl will be like. Will she be nice? Will she like me? Will Lydia like her? Hundreds of thoughts running through my head with every step we take closer to the doors of the school. Just beyond awaits the girl I will show around the school.

The doors swing open with a slight pressure to reveal a timid looking girl with beautiful curly brown hair flowing down her back putting her phone back into her bag. She turns to face us a nervous smile on her face as she unsteadily stands up slinging her bag over her shoulder. Her really cute heeled suede boots clicking slightly on the concrete pavement as she approaches. Her black skinny jeans are perfectly moulding to her legs a pale brown tank top covered by a cute pale blue scarf and faded brown jacket with three quarter length sleeves. I will have to introduce her to Lydia, she will love this girls fashion sense.

Her brown eyes explicitly convey her nervousness and the awkward smile place on her slightly glossed lips makes her the epitome of the shy new girl. She wears minimal makeup and looks beautiful. She will be the cause of many heartbreaks this year I know that much now. I smile reassuringly before extending my hand out to her in a friendly gesture.
"Hello. I'm Carter Lahey and on account of the entire student body, I would love to welcome you to Beacon Hill's High School," a wide friendly smile stretches across my face as I shake her hand gently. Her tense muscles relax slightly, her shoulders releasing the built-up tension, seeing I was being a hundred per cent sincere. She returns my smile and grips my hand a bit harder as she returns the handshake.

"Thank you. I'm Allison Argent," she says sweetly.

The principle clears his throat and smiles at the two of us. "Well, I'm glad to see you two getting along because Carter, you will be showing you around seeing as you have most of your classes together." He gestures towards the school, “Now let’s get you two to English shall we."
We nod following behind him towards the faded double doors of the front of the school.

"Do you have a spare pen I could borrow by any chance?" Allison asked me nerves still evident in her voice. I smile apologetically before telling her I only brought one. She sighs but mumbles, “It’s okay. I guess something had to go wrong, at least it was just a pen.”

"So, Miss Argent did you live in San Francisco your whole life?" the principal asked as we made our way down the corridor towards our class.

"No but we lived there for more than a year which is a big thing for my family, “Allison sighed a longing evident in her voice.

"Well, I hope you make a slightly more permanent residence here in Beacon Hills," I add smiling at the new girl. The principle opens the door interrupting Mr Smith during his lecture. I'm assuming about Kafka’s Metamorphosis because it was written in capitals on the dusty blackboard. I sigh as I enter the classroom seeing a slightly dazed Scott staring at Allison. 'Someone has a crush' I internally thought in a sing-song way. Beside him, Stiles looks out of it with a look of concern etched on his face.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Mr Smith but this is our new student Allison and I would like everyone to make her feel welcome," the principle says looking pointedly at one Mr Stiles Stilinski, who is still in a world of his own. Mr Smith gestures for us to take the only two remaining empty seats which just so happen to be directly behind Scott and Stiles. As we sit down Scott turns around handing Allison a spare pen.

"Thanks," she whispers slight confusion evident in her voice as she awkwardly accepts the much-needed piece of stationary.
I poke Stiles slightly in the back in an attempt to gain his attention. He jumps slightly in his seat turning cautiously before breathing a sigh of relief as he looks at me. I smirk at him a hint of mischief gleaming in my eyes, a slight hint of fear in his eyes tells me he knows what I'm thinking. You see when I get this look it usually ends up with me walking away $20 richer.

"Yo, Stiles. I bet by the Winter Formal our little Scotty will have defied the laws of nature and have gotten himself a girlfriend," I whisper in his ear glancing at Scott and Allison out of the corner of my eye. He shivers slightly before getting a smirk of his own as if positive I will be wrong, not that I ever have been before. He turns slightly in his chair to take a look at the boy in question.

"How much this time?" he asks a cocky tone coating the words, a smirk overcoming the worry that once smothered his features.

"How about we raise the stakes a little from the last time?" I whisper with the smirk still planted firmly on my face. "How about $30 and the loser has to do one thing the winner want's no matter what it is?"

Stiles noticeably gulps looking like he's starting to question if he should do it. Then he turns with resolution and a look of determination and a firm nod of his head he sticks his hand out for me to shake.

"You're on. Be prepared to lose, Lahey," Stiles says as I grasp his hand firmly and shake.

Leaning forward out of my chair I whisper, "Stiles, dear, when was the last time I lost a bet to you?"  in his ear again my lips slightly brushing his ear lobe before releasing my grip on his now shaking hand. I sit back in my seat, Stiles was frozen still watching me. I look at the teacher as he turns around seeing Stiles back turned.

"Mr Stilinski would you please stop pestering Ms Lahey and pay attention," Mr Smith shouted at Stiles. He jumps in his seat before quickly spinning to face the front and stare idly at his desk but not before I saw his cheeks turn pink. Scott smirks at him in the corner of my eye. God these boys are so weird.