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"Excuse me, I'm Michael Campbell. The principal told me to come here, something about my schedule?" Stiles asks smiling at the woman behind the desk. She types rapidly in her computer as Stiles talks.
"Your schedule had to change some classes, it's all done," She says sweetly, and hangs him the paper. "Here you go, Michael. Have a great day!" She told as he walks away thanking her.
The corridors were full. Teenagers talking loudly while Stiles tried to find his cabinet, he should have taken some Advil before school, he hadn't been able to sleep well the night before.
Dean had taken them home and left right after, phone in hands and a murderous look on his face. Sam told him not to worry, that Dean should be back soon. Well, he didn't. When they woke up, Dean yet hadn't appeared, so Sam drove him to school instead, wishing good luck and telling him not to get in trouble.
Stiles sighed relieved to find his cabinet, he tried his code once before the lock opened with a click, took his pencil case and notebook, Stiles left his bag inside it closing right after.
His first class would be French. Awesome.
"Ugh," He grunted as someone hit his back pretty hard what made both Stiles and the person fall on the ground.
"What the hell." Hissed Stiles struggling to get the person from him and rolling over.
"Shit. Sorry! I wasn't looking." The person, a boy, said apologetically offering a hand to Stiles who had his mouth gaping, the boy blushed as Stiles took it. "Hi. I'm Derek."
"Michael." Stiles grins, he then bends picking his notebook. "So, you trip everyone who dares walk around or you just picked the new kid?" Derek smiled mischievous.
"Yeah, I hate new kids, grrraaaahr gotta trip them over!" Acted playful which made Stiles laugh. "But, no. I was playing basket, my friend lost the ball around here so I came to catch it. Have you seen it?" Before Stiles could say something, a girl appeared from a classroom nearby.
"Could you both shut up? I'm trying to practice here!" She snarled annoyed. Derek frowned his eyebrows.
"We were just talking. Why won't you practice anywhere else? You know that the players room is down the corridor." He facts annoyed. "You could easily move to the real music room which is far from here." Seconds pass by in silence the girl seemed shocked by the boy's response.
"Shut up, Hale." She mutters frowning and disappears Inside the room.
"C'mon, what class do you have now?" Asks he as they walk away from the corridor, the ball already forgotten.
"French, Miss Gowth."
"Oh, you have some classes with me. But most of them aren't." States after eyeing Stiles' schedule. He grasps the hunter's arm dragging him towards the right direction.
"I'll show you where the classroom is. Come on."
Stiles chuckles, they walk all the way to the room. Derek tells him about how that girl, Paige, was always pissing the time about noises.
"Do you wanna sit with me for lunch?" The boy asked smiling eagerly.
"I don't know... You could lose your reputation of new-kids-tripper." Stiles smiled mischievously. "Besides, I won't stay here for lunch. My brother will pick me up early."
Derek seemed disappointed but nodded with a small smile.
"Okay then, I'll see you later." He says heading away. Stiles enters his classroom and searches for an empty desk.
"Excuse me, there is someone here yet?" He asks, the girl sitting besides the empty desk shrugs and kept talking with her friend.
"Stiles?" Someone calls hesitantly, terrified about being discovered Stiles frowns his eyebrows and looks at the person. Allison. Fuck.
"Uh... No, sorry. My name is Michael." He dismisses her turning around, but she changes her seat with a dark-haired boy who looks murderous at him.
"Sorry, were not you in my house yesterday? Talking to my parents?" She asks smiling. Oh, so she is with them? Well shit, okay.
"Wait you're the daughter of my uncle Chris?" I ask excited and she nods smiling. "Dude you're my cousin!" He says turning his body to her and she does the same.
"Uncle Chris said you were studying so he couldn't call you. You look a lot like your mom." Stiles smiles at her, the boy who she had changed seats bends over and pokes her hesitantly, she looks at him speaking with her eyes.
Stiles analyses him, Dark black hair, crooked jaw, his skin was just few shades darker than hers, he is thin but he does got some muscles not gonna deny it. The boy looks at him catching his stare, the boy looks at Allison again widening his eyes.
Sighing annoyed, "Michael this is Scott, he-" The boy catches her arm desesperate. "Oh for Gods sake, he is my boyfriend." Scott relaxes still looking confused. "Mom and dad doesn't know yet so please be quiet."
"Uh, sure." Scott glanced at him suspiciously a few times. "Are you okay?"
"W-What?" The boy startled, confused Stiles just roll his eyes and starts doodling on his note book.
He hears Allison and Scott murmuring rapidly as the teacher enters, the classes pass by very fast, neither Allison or Scott are in his classes, but he does notice some people looking at him as scared as Scott did.
Stiles walked off the school with Sam besides him ruffling his hair which finally started to grown again. Dad had it cut months ago, apparently Sam could see between it but he was blind even without it covering his eyes, he had cried that night, skin still burning in pain by the firm grip his dad had pulled it.
"Hey, you okay?" Sam asks concerned.
"I wanna cut my hair." He says simply which makes Sam frown. Stiles had been very happy about his hair growing.
"You sure? It looks fine. besides, its not even long yet." He tries, but Stiles kept silent. "Okay buddy. We'll see that later."
He starts the car driving to their Motel. Stiles sees Dean sitting at the playground area and walks towards him. The older gets up and avoids his little brother walking to Sam and catching the keys.
Stiles could almost feel his heart breaking. He stops, hearing his brother enter the car slamming the door shut, Stiles can't help but flinch. His eyes tear up.
"Stiles, come on, we are lunching with the Argents." Sam calls, Stiles turns around and walks to him, "I'll stay." Sam sighs, but hugs him and kisses his tempora.
"I'll talk to him." He mutters and Stiles nods weakly. Sam gets some money from his back pocket, slips into his hand with the motel key. "Go eat something okay? We'll be back at night. Love you."
"Love you too." Smiles sadly. Stiles kept still, the Impala disappeared around the corner. With his head full of thoughts he walked for minutes, barely noticing when he got in a diner sitting at the balcon.
"Hey, honey. What can i get you?" Smiled the girl, her hair was black like Derek's. Stiles panicked, why the fuck was he thinking about Derek? "Are you okay?"
Startled Stiles looked up again blushing, he picks the menu "Yeah, sorry. Head's kinda full today. Uhm, Can I have the especial?" He asks and she nods writing it down. "And, what's curly fries?"
She laughs, "The owner's daughter loved french fries but always said that they were simple, our chef made those as a joke one day, and everyone liked the idea of curly fries. So we kept them." Stiles smiles and asks for one and a large cup of soda.
After a while the girl came up with his order.
"Here you go. Enjoy!" She winked and Stiles thanked eating his meal.
Stiles got his phone out and was surprised when his battery hadn't died yet.
Sam: Everything ok?
Me: Yeah, at diner. Curly fries are awesome btw
Sam: Wth
Laughing quietly Stiles took a pic and sent to his brother.
"Nice talk?" The same waitress asks smiling knowing.
"Just my brother, he never saw curly fries before, just like me." He explains shutting his screen off.
"I take that as you're new around Beacon."
"Yeah." He smiles taking his straw out and playing with it. "We move a lot."
"Rough times?" She questions encouraging, Stiles sighs tiredly.
"More like rough life. Never been in the same city more than one month or so. I mean I did stay four months at the hospital once when I was born but it isn't like that counts." He mutters just for her to hear. "It gets pretty lonely."
"I've never been outside Beacon. It's a dream that I'll never get over." She whispers sadly.
"But, why not?" He asks confuse.
"Mom has those plans to me. And I can't let her down she's been molding me my entire life to it you know?" She mutters with her face resting on her elbow.
Stiles almost laughs at her explanation. "Dude, same! My dad wants me to follow his career. I fucking hate it, My older brother loves it tho. So I got stuck with him and my other brother. Sam's cool, but Dean hates me."
She nods and they get carried talking, the conversation stops a few times when she has to attend a few costumers. But her face lights up when the door opens around four and half pm.
"Hey!" She calls out and Stiles turns around to see Derek and all the kids that had stared at him while in classes.
"Michael?" Derek questions confuse, Stiles sees the way a blonde girl holds his arm as if to pull him back anytime. "Hm, hi Laura."
"Uh... Yo, Derek. People I don't know." He nods as if complimenting them.
Hesitantly they look at the waitress who roll her eyes.
"He's a costumer, and you all? What's up." She says serving three cups with strawberry milkshakes, two with chocolate and two with vanilla.
Stiles watched nervously to all teens catch their own cup and go for the stuffed seats from the corner, right behind him.
Derek perhaps, awkwardly stands beside him. Stiles eyes met his.
"Hi." Derek grins.
Chuckling Stiles responds. "So, I guess she's your sister." Derek flushes looking at Laura.
"Older sister, yeah." He starts but Laura came again and interrupted him.
"And this little one is the black sheep. Aren't you cute?" Cooing at him she pinches his cheek.
"Shut up! I'm not. Look, want to sit with us? " Derek offers looking at Stiles.
"Uh, sure. But I'll have to go after. My brothers will get back pretty soon ." He mutters. They walk to the table and Derek presents his friends.
"So, this is Boyd, his girlfriend Erica, Jackson and his girlfriend Lydia, Scott and Isaac." He points at them.
"Scott," Stiles smiles and the boy straightened uncomfortable before nodding.
"How do you know Scott?" Erica asks suspiciously and her boyfriend holds her back.
"He's dating Allison?" He tries but she is already on her feet.
"How do you know Allison?" She questions angrily and Stiles can't help but flinch away from her.
"She's my cousin!" He yelled, they could feel the fear rolling out of him.
"Any problems here?" He hears Laura asking, turning around, he pays for his meal leaving a generous tip.
"Sorry, thanks for the talk. See you around Laura, Scott." Stiles runs out of the diner, heart pumping out of him.
All he could think was how Erica's eyes had flashed golden for a second. Did he finally became crazy?