【Book One ----- Season One】COMPLETED
In which a young girl falls in love with a boy, who loves someone else while trying to figure out the dangerous town of Beacon Hills.
❝So... Lydia? You really love her?❞
❝Yeah. She's the most beautiful girl I've...
"What?!" Thaís squeaked upon entering the classroom along with the two boys. Scott had told her that Derek Hale hadn't been the one who bit either of them - The man himself had admitted that it was an Alpha. Now it made sense why Derek wanted to help Scott remember the night of the attack - He wanted us to help him find out who it was. Last night they had searched for the Alpha, but they didn't find him, and Derek was shot.
Scott sighed, "I said it wasn't De -"
"No, I heard." She interrupted, causing him to frown, but he understood why she was beginning to get antsy about it - He noticed that she had been rubbing her arm all day. Yet, what he didn't know was that not only was it itching, but it was burning, and she didn't want to talk about it. "There is a bloodthirsty werewolf lurking the streets waiting for us to join it. I don't know about you, but I really don't want a bonding experience."
The three sat in single-person desks at the back of the classroom - Stiles behind Scott and Thaís beside Stiles. As soon as they had sat down, their teacher began passing around the exams they'd taken recently. The trio tried their best not to talk about it during class, but their minds couldn't keep from wandering in that direction.
It hadn't even been two minutes before Stiles was agitated, and he impulsively reached forward and tapped his best friend, who was fiddling with his pencil anxiously, on the shoulder. "If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?"
Scott frowned before shrugging, "I don't know."
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The hyperactive teenager slumped back down in his seat, pursing his lips, annoyed. It didn't take a second before he shot forward again, "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Thaís glanced over at her friend, looking for answers but was less persistent.
"I don't know," the latter replied again.
Stiles sat back again, taking a deep breath as a million questions raced in his mind. Not content with that, he shot back up again, "Does Allison's dad know about the Alph -?"
"I don't know!" The werewolf snapped annoyedly, but his voice was loud enough to cause the entire class to turn and look at them. The three frowned, embarrassed, as everyone turned to mind their business.
The teacher placed the test in front of the girl, and she smiled and thanked him. Once she saw he walked away, she turned to look back at the other werewolf. "Scotty, calm down, will you? It's only normal that we want to know this." The shaggy-haired friend sent her an apologetic look.
A triumphant laugh escaped Stiles' lips, making the girl turn to him, beaming at her. He flipped his sheet of paper to expose a big grey (well, red) 'A', circled at the top of the paper, "Beat that, Levine."
Smirking, the girl flipped her sheet - A+. "This good enough, Stilinski?"
He huffed, pursing his lips. "It's still an A." He poked his tongue out at her playfully, making her grin. "One day."
