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"-And that's the gym." Stiles looked up as Scott finished talking, peering into the large room before looking back at his friend, "And then there's the Lacrosse field outside, d'you still play?"
Stiles looked at his shoes, "Well, a little, I haven't really had time what with my gran and stuff..." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not wanting to bring up the bad things on his first day back.
"Oh, no, it's cool man." Scott looked away, "So, what do you have first?"
Stiles looked at his schedule, "Uh, Econ with, wait, is his name actually Coach?" He looked up to find Scott laughing at him, "What?"
Scott shook his head, and turned him around, "C'mon man, let's introduce you to Coach."
Scott began to lead him down a corridor, "But, wait, what's wrong with the coach? Is he mean? What's he do?"
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"Thank God it's lunch!" Stiles all but moaned as he staggered over to the line, eager to get something fattening into his system. As he grabbed a plate of fries to put on his tray he heard a laugh from behind him, turning around he saw Scott and Allison, smirking at him.
"What?" He asked as he paid for his food and turned to face them.
Allison smiled at him, pointing to the fries, "I see you had Coach", she grinned, leading them towards a table and sitting down across from Stiles, Scott sat next to her, his arm casually slung across the back of her chair, Stiles raised his eyebrow Is something going on there?, "Yeah, he was a pleasure" sarcasm dripped off his words as he shoved the greasy food in his mouth.
"Well, isn't that a pleasant sight..."
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"Mr Pearson is one of the worst teachers in this place." Stiles looked up to see a head of strawberry blonde hair as Lydia slid into the seat beside him.
"What's he done now?" Allison looked up from her conversation with Scott, smiling at her friend.
"Oh the usual, 'Are you alright Ms Martin', 'Do you understand Ms Martin' 'Can I help you at all?', he never stops!" She stabbed at a tomato on her plate.
Stiles looked at the other two, confused, "What's so bad about him making sure you're ok with the subject?"
He turned to the others to see widened eyes and the subtle shake of a head, before turning back to see Lydia giving him a look that could kill, "Because, Stiles, he's not making sure I'm ok with the subject, he's treating me like I'm an idiot who doesn't know the difference between biology and chemistry!"
Stiles stared at her, "Um, I'm sure you do know the difference between-"
"Of course I know the difference between them!" Her voice grew in pitch a little as she glared at him. "Okay?"
"Okay" Stiles repeated before looking at his friends, Allison and Scott were staring at him.
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"Uh does anyone know where Mr Harris' Chemistry is?" Stiles looked up from his schedule at the table, Scott and Allison were staring at Lydia, she groaned "Fine, I'll take him." She stood up with her tray and began walking away, she'd put her tray away and was halfway to the doors of the cafeteria before she turned back, "Well? Are you coming?"
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He was in shock. He'd just had a chemistry lesson with Lydia, he had every right to be shocked. Who knew the gorgeous, popular girl, was actually a genius?
He'd watched as she sorted through formula's as if they were a question as simple as 1+1, and proceeded to follow the formula perfectly, and during half the time as the rest of the class, whilst he (her partner) had just watched.
"Wow", he walked beside her towards the gym, still trying to process what had just happened.
"Wow what?" She asked turning to face him as she stopped outside the girls locker room.
"Wow, you're a genius." He said looking up at her as she rolled her eyes.
"And you seem surprised. People are so stereotypical." She turned and entered the locker room, leaving Stiles to find the boys locker room by himself. Not that he cared, because he may just be developing a crush on Lydia Martin.