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Stiles got out of his car and it was safe to say that he was shitting himself. It was a rather cloudy day as Stiles walked in front of the school.
Beacon Hills, guess it was his home now. Stiles stopped in front of the main doors as he heard chatting and small laughter from all around him. Maybe it was a new beginning, a way to start over, he thought. He hoped so, he really did.
He counted to three and put his best game face on, hoping that this time, things would be different and he would slowly heal from all the pain and shattering that had happened in the past.
He opened the door and walked inside, instantly feeling like he was about to throw up. He looked around as saw people everywhere. He felt panic starting to rise in him as he struggled to keep calm.
He could do this, he calmly reassured himself as he tried to find his way to the main office.
He got his phone out from his back pocket and he smiled when he saw that his dad had sent him a text. Writing out a reply, he suddenly bumped into a brick wall. Well, it felt like a brick wall. Stiles fell backwards and landed on his butt and when he looked up, he felt his jaw drop. It was no brick wall; it was actually safe to say that he was looking at the most attractive human being that he had ever seen. The boy had dark hair with green eyes. He was maybe an inch taller that Stiles, but he was built like something carved out of stone. You could even see his abs through his shirt. The boy was wearing a scowl that Stiles figured was the sexiest scowl he had ever come to face with.
“Look where you’re going, you piece of shit” The boy said, and okay – wow. Rude much?
Stiles chose not to say anything as he got up. The boy was looking at him with a murderous look that made Stiles skin crawl. Stiles looked at the boy, half expecting that the boy would hit him. He chose to ignore the panicky feeling that was starting to make its way to the surface, that Stiles so successfully had gotten rid off just moments ago.
Stiles took a last glance at him and made his way around the boy. Just as he had taken a step, he felt himself fall to the ground. The boy had tripped him and as Stiles was wearing shorts, he could see a bruise starting to show.
There was dead silence around them and everybody looked at them, waiting for something to happen. Stiles felt like he was staring in some kind of hit TV show like Glee.
Stiles chose to ignore the stares and everything behind him as he for the second time in under a minute picked himself off of the ground. Great, his first day at Beacon Hills High was going great so far.
Stiles dusted himself off and walked down the hall with not much as a glance at anyone. Wow, he felt stupid. Just as he rounded the corner, the boy yelled,
“Faggot!”
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Quickly after the incident in the hall, people were looking at him weirdly. Like they didn’t know if should approach him and talk to him or that they should just keep their distance.
Stiles didn’t care, but as lunchtime rolled around, he slowly felt himself being uncomfortable.
He got his book out of his bag. He was slowly making his way through ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ by John Green. So far he liked where it was headed but you never know with a good book.
A lunch tray hitting the table brought him out of his deep reading. He looked up and spotted a guy with brown hair and the most adorable puppy looking eyes. Stiles felt a sudden urge to pet him and he quickly thought of something disturbing to distract himself.
“Uhh. Can I help you?” Stiles said. He didn’t want to be rude to he gave a smile that he hoped wouldn’t be that awkward.
The guy just gave him a dopey grin and began eating. Stiles felt himself slowly starting to do the same.
They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity when the brown haired boy extended a hand.
“I’m Scott. Scott Mccall” the boy said. Stiles felt a smile creeping up on him.
“Stiles. Stiles Stilinski.” Stiles shook his hand and the boy looked confused.
“Stiles Stilinski?” Stiles nodded and felt the urge to turn away. People back in his old town used to tease him about it.
“Awesome” Scott said and began to eat again. Stiles felt relief washing over him and he continued to read his book. He felt like they were going to be great friends.
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Stiles sat in his English class trying to at least learn something, when someone threw something and hitting his shoulder. He guessed it was aimed for his head, but Stiles felt himself looking anyway at the paper anyway.
Faggot
Stiles looked around in the classroom and for the first time since he stepped into the classroom, he noticed that the dark haired boy be met earlier in the hallway shared this class with him. Stiles cursed inwardly and hoped that all of the gods who were listening would get him out of the class. The dark haired boy smirked at him and looked at him in a way that Stiles didn’t want to interpret. Stiles rolled his eyes in a way of showing that it wasn’t really bothering him. It actually was, the guy wasn’t going to know that.
The bell rang and Stiles tried to collect his things as fast as possible and he made it out into the hallway before his back collided with the wall. Stiles opened his eyes and he hadn’t realized that he had closed them in the first place.
The dark haired boy. Again. Really?
“What do you want?” Stiles spat out. He was felt anger pulsing through his blood and tried to calm himself down.
“What was that? You don’t talk to be that way, boy, you understand.” It wasn’t really a question and Stiles just wanted to punch the guy. Who did he think he was, Stiles thought.
“I’ll talk to you the way I want to” Stiles was feeling some kind of bravery and he knew that when this was over, he would have a panic attack.
The boy looked furious as he started to tighten his grip on Stiles wrist and Stiles hadn’t realized that the boy had his hands on him until it started to actually hurt.
“You think you’re funny, Faggot?” And wow, this guy just kept asking him questions. Did he really not know how else to converse?
This was the first time that Stiles had been called that from the same person so many times and this was only his first day.
Yay.
“Look, how about you let me go and you can just get on with your day, okay big guy?” Stiles knew that he was riding out his luck with this guy, but at that moment, he really didn’t care.
Before the guy could answer him with probably a fist to the face a guy came over.
“You comin’ boss?” A blond curly haired boy asked. And really-- Boss? What kind of cheesy 80’s high school movie had they been watching? Stiles wanted to laugh, but the on the other hand, he just wanted to go home. There were no other people than the three of them standing in the hallway. Because, you know, normal people actually go home after school. Normal, being the keyword here. And again, here he was in a stranded hallway after school with two good looking guys who looked like they would be able to kill him with their bare hands. It was a relaxing thought. It really was.
“Yeah, I was just playing with my new toy, here” The dark haired boy smirked and his eyes got kind of predatory. It was kind of scary.
The curly haired boy rolled his eyes and pushed the dark haired boy away from him. He was starting to like the curly haired boy already.
“You can play with him tomorrow” he guy said. And scratch that, Stiles suddenly didn’t like him that much.
He let go of Stiles and as Stiles began walking away, he was pulled back again, but this time, right into the other mans chest. He whispered into Stiles ear in a way that be described as seduction.
“Don’t worry. I’ll have my fun with you tomorrow” He said and let go of Stiles. Stiles shivered a little as the dark haired boy slapped his ass and pushed him down the hallway.
Something awful was about to happen and he could feel it in his bones.