Marshall not Mikaelson (Being rewritten atm)

"Can it get any more morbid?"

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Hope strolled beside Scott as they both picked up their lunches in the cafeteria. Scott then led her to his usual lunch table that was already partially occupied. Taking a seat, he introduced her to the group at the table. Hope recognized the two girls she met yesterday Allison and Lydia. Then met two new faces, Issac and Stiles.

Throughout lunch, everyone was truly friendly towards Hope. Constantly involving her in conversation even though she didn't say much. It was great to be around such welcoming people.

For the next few days, it became ritual for Hope to sit with the group during lunch. During her short time there she grew to enjoy everyone's company and vice versa. She also began to learn a lot about her fellow peers.

For example, Lydia is practically a genius. It's kinda unbelievable at times. Scott is a golden retriever in human form. He and stiles are brothers. Or cousins. They're quite close, so it must be something along those lines. Stiles is a little quirky and loves to talk. And he most definitely has a thing for Lydia. From the subtle glances, she's pretty sure Lydia feels something too. Issac is pretty chill and he's head over heels for Allison. Allison is very strong-willed with a heart of gold. There's also a pretty good chance she and Scott had some history together. Overall Hope could tell the friends all cared for each other. They were like a family.
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Scott and Stiles retreated to Stiles' house after school, for their usual plotting and gossip.

It usually consisted of the newest supernatural entity trying to murder them. Then saving Beacon Hills from immediate doom.

"Why does Mr. Wright always have on sunglasses?" Stiles spoke aloud peering through his window. He gawked at his eccentric neighbor mowing his lawn.

Scott perked up from his position on the floor in front of the bed. He was sitting with his back against the mattress and the knees to his chest.

"Stiles?" Scott began

"Yeah," Stiles mumbled his eyes still peering out the window.

"What do you think of Hope?" Scott asked trying to be subtle. He thought she was nice. And smart. And pretty. But he wouldn't call it a crush. He had just met her for goodness sake. Nonetheless, there was something unique about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Who?" Stiles turned around

"New girl."

Stiles didn't respond

"Dark red hair."

"Been sitting with us at lunch for the past week."

"Oh you mean the new girl you keep making heart eyes at," Stiles smirked.

"Dude," Scott rolled his eyes.

"What?" Stiles asked innocently. "She seems nice. But before you go and betroth her, she has met the following requirements."

"Betroth?" Scott was lost.

"Is her father a werewolf Hunter?" Stiles asked.

"Are you really going there?" Scott was unimpressed "One, she lives with her mom, and two, no she's not a hunter."

"Is she a werewolf?"

"No." Scott thought for a moment." Probably not.

"Ah-" Stiles began.