forgotten || S.STILINSKI

001

you mothers frantic calls for you to wake up suddenly caused you to pause what you were doing. 

did she not just hear me literally fall off my bed onto the floor? 

sighing, the feeling of the hard floor against your tired body filled your brain. taking a mental note not to do it again, you heard your mother call your name once more. 

"mom, i said i'm up!" you called down the stairs, brushing out your hair as you raced around your bathroom. "shit, shit, shit." you muttered, realising you had forgotten about packing your bag the night before.

"darling, hurry up!" your mother called up towards you as you slid on your sneakers. nodding, you hopped down the stairs, one by one. 

"i'm coming mom, just give me a moment." you said as you raced past her, throwing the things you should need into your backpack. 

"okay! i'm all set." you told her again, grabbing her hand and dragging her out to her car.

"okay- slow down, i didn't know you could be so excited to go to school." you mother laughed, sitting down in the car and buckling herself in. "buckle up." she told you as she pulled out of the driveway. 

"yeah, i know that. no need to tell me again." you grunted, buckling yourself in as well. "okay, now speed up grandma." 

your mother laughed slightly, speeding up a little bit as she pulled up to the school. 

you hopped out, not bothering to say goodbye to her as you were too eager to make it early to your first class. 

seeing as you studied your schedule the night before, you navigated your way around the high school, looking for the chemistry classroom. sliding into it, you noticed three other students. 

okay, now i don't need to worry about those sappy 'introduce yourselves' if i'm not the cliché new girl, you thought, taking a random seat in the back of the class.

suddenly, a new girl approached you, her brunette hair pulled back behind her. "hi, i'm allison!" she spoke, her voice soft and kind as she extended a hand to you.

"(y/n)." You answered blankly, unfazed by her attempt to befriend you.

"pretty name." she smiled, retracting her hand in acknowledgment you weren't going to shake it or anything like that. "are you new here?" she asked, playing with her hands as she gazed at you.

"sure, you could say that. i lived in Beacon Hills when i was younger, but my family moved when my little sister was born. we just moved back last Saturday." you responded, trying to look at least somewhat interesting in the conversation. 

allison nodded, her smile fading, almost as if she wanted to ask a question of some sort. 

"sorry if i seem rude, i'm just not sociable." you told her, turning your gaze to the door as you watched what seemed to be an annoying strawberry-blonde enter the room.

"hey, lyds!" allison called to the girl, her smile reappearing. she waved the new girl over as you tried to smile.

"allison!" the girl answerer, happy to see who you assumed was her friend.

"you two friends?" you asked allison, watching as the other girl made her way towards you.

the strawberry-blonde stared at you, studying your features. "yes, we are. and what's your name, new girl?" she responded, inching closer to you.

you nodded, "it's (y/n)." 

lydia nodded, the expression on her face telling you she was trying to see if she liked you at all, even the smallest bit. allison gazed at the two of you, watching as the tension grew. the two boys you saw allison talking to walked up behind her, the shorter one smiling at you.

"stilinski. stiles stilinski." He told you in a 'james bond' type of way. this earned a nod from you, a very slow nod, as well as an awkward smile. "and this, this very hot girl, is scott mccall." he laughed, showcasing the taller boy beside him. 

you nodded again, "(y/n)." you told him in the same mannerism you did towards allison earlier. "now, if you excuse me, i have a chemistry class to prepare for." you groaned, reaching down into your backpack and pulling out a large binder. Tte group of kids nodded to you, all taking their seats, which happened to be right by you. 

personal privacy anyone? 

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as you walked away from your locker, the group of kids from earlier approached you, all smiling widely. "come sit with us, maybe?" allison asked, grabbing you by the arm. shaking your head slightly, you didn't feel like socialising with other people at the moment.

"it's fine, really." you assured, inching away from the brunette. "you guys go ahead, i was planing on studying right now."

the taller boy, scott, stepped closer to you, trying to look soft and kind. "come on, studying on your first day of high school, when a group of kids are asking you to sit with them is lame." he mused, jokingly poking you in the shoulder. 

shrugging it off, you decided to just go along with it and just keep quiet and to yourself. as you entered the lunchroom, you followed the kids to an odd corner of the room to an empty table.

"so, (y/n), why'd you move to beacon hills?" the shorter of the boys asked as he sat down across from you.

you shrugged, not sure if you were supposed to answer honestly. "lived here when i was young, parents decided to move back." you told them, pulling out your lunch. 

scott gazed at you, looking as if he knew something was up with you and your story. "that's really the only reason?" he asked, placing his hands out on the table in front of you.

you lifted your eyes to meet his. "it's complicated." you mumbled, not breaking eye contact with him. 

"come on, you can tell us!" allison chimed in, leaning in towards you.

"family issues, very personal family issues. now if you'll excuse me, i have a music class to get ready for and i don't like being late." you told to group, standing up and walking away swiftly.

sighing heavily, you were glad to have avoided a total melt-down in front of the group, but still a part of your brain told you to just open up, let them send flowers, condolence cards, tell them they're 'so sorry to hear about it all', let them in. 

but another part of your brain told you you didn't need to, you owe them nothing. 

and now, of course, the rest of the day will suck, they always will. 

they always do.