Not An Argent : Ariana || S.S

Martin And Hale

Aria's Point Of View

He was glancing at the clock every five seconds, ready to get out off this crappy thing called class. The period was almost over and I still didn't get the nerves to say anything to the distracted buzz cut. I jumped when hearing the bell ring louder then expected. We all got up. The curly haired walked over to me while I was talking to Allison. On the inside I freaked out when i saw him and another familiar face walking over towards me. Allison walked out at that moment.

Scott faced me "Wanna see lacrosse tryouts?" 

"Yeah, because two guys sitting on a bench is the coolest thing to look at." Another voice said, sarcastically. My head turned back, facing the tall buzz cut. He's cute. "Whoa, is this her? Dude, she's from the night before..I don't think we shou-" I cut him off. "Hello? Still here.." I flailed my arms around to get their attention. "Oh, sorry. Stiles, this is Ariana." Scott introduced me sheepishly. I nodded several times, a bit awkwardly. "...So, guys, don't you have tryouts?"

"Shit..We're almost late!" Stiles sighed.
"See you there." I yelled after them when they both took off.
I was walking over to my locker which was next to queen Lydia Martin's. This is my first day at Beacon Hills High and I knew enough about her already. And of course, as the clumsy human being I am, I bump into Lydia freaking Martin. "Can't you watc- That bag is killer. Where did you buy it?" Lydia spoke with an annoyed voice leading to an amused one. "It's just from Hollister, actually."
"And you're my new best friend" she stated.
"No thanks, Lydia. Excuse me, I have a lacrosse tryout to watch and make fun of." I sassed her mouth shut, stuffing my books into the tiny ass locker and shutting it before leaving off to the field.

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I was sitting on the bleachers, watching Scott kicking ass on the field and Stiles kicking his own ass. Allison was sitting with Lydia, laughing and talking. It made me feel like I was nothing. I ignored it and laughed at the players, "Greenberg, your mom plays better!" I yelled, getting the coach to laugh.
Stiles smiled towards me now and then which made him fail at everything he did on the field. I couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of my hopefully new friend.

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School just ended, I was waiting for Scott and Stiles at the school's parking lot by Stiles' beaten up jeep.
I then heard two inch high heels walking towards me. Lydia Martin. "What do you want?" I groan out, looking at my phone instead of facing her. "Here. Call me if you need a friend." She handed me a paper with her phone number written on it. I gently take the paper and stuff it in the pocket of my bag. "Okay.."
She walked off. I saw Stiles walking towards me with the one and only Scott McCall.

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We now are searching the place from last night in the woods, looking for Scott's inhaler, if we're lucky, the body could be found again.
I walk around, searching for the inhaler while Scott was complaining about how expensive those things are. "Scott, we'll find it don't worry." I gave him a comforting smile. He nodded uneasy.
"Are you guys sure you dropped it here? I don't see anything." Stiles mostly asked Scott. "I'm sure it was...right here." Scott exclaimed. "Eh, guys.." I let out shaky. Both their heads turned, facing what I was facing. "This is-" Mystery guy started. "Dude, we were just looking for something..Forget it." I cut him off. He reached for something in his pocket. Scott's inhaler. Mystery guy threw it at me to catch and went walking off. I catch the inhaler and hand it over to Scott. "Dude, that was Derek Hale! He's like only a few years older then us." Stiles yelled softly. "Who?" Scott and I ask in sync. "His family got burned in a fire like years ago."
Scott answered, "Wonder why he's back.." 

"Yeah, he's pretty hot though." I chuckled at them.