Yay! New story! (: this one is going to be so different from my other one, but different is easy good, right? (:

I apologize because I feel this story may start a little slow, but if you can please bare with me on it, I'm trying to build a background before getting to the real stuff!

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Ah, and here come the stares. With all the time that I've transferred schools, I truly should be completely over the 'who's the new girl' stares by now, but truth be told, I'll never be over them. Not in a bad way though. Most people would feel self conscious or uncomfortable with this many people watching their every move. Not me though. I soak it in and bask in it. After all, these stares all mean the same thing: ''who is she?'' That's the best part. I can be whoever I want to be now because no one knows who I am. I've been the prep, the skater, the rebel, the nerd, almost every stereotype out there. You name it, I've been it. I haven't made up my mind on what persona I'll adopt here though. Maybe myself for once? Ha, yeah right.

-''Welcome to Beacon Hills High School, Miss Whitlock. Here's your schedule, locker number and combination, and a few papers your guardian will have to fill out.'' Guardian, right. When I was younger, my mom died unexpectedly. It was a freak incident, really. She was driving home when her car started smoking. Before she knew it, the entire Prius was engulfed in flames and there was no way out. As for my dad, well, he was never in my life. The guardian this secretary is referring to is my sister, party-all-night-Paige. She's not much of a guardian. Actually I would've even venture out to say she's a guardian at all. Which means, I can't wait to fill all of these papers out myself. But I'm fine with that. I'm fine with everything that's happened. I'm fine.

Actually, scratch that. I'm not fine right now. Much to the contrary actually. Beacon Hills hallways must have been designed for epic geniuses because I like to think I'm pretty damn smart and even I have no idea where I'm going right now. Room 5...room 21? What the hell? Great. Lost already.

-''Oh God, I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you up!''

Okay, clearly the Gods are punishing me for lying earlier because I am so not fine right now. Alone. Lost. Hurt.

-''Ugh I'm fine,'' there it is again, ''just get off me.''

-''Whoa, uh, okay, hostility. Understandable since I just knocked you over like a truck. Uh, here's your papers. Look I'm reaallyy sorry.''

-''Just watch where you're going.'' Okay, so maybe I'm not always the friendliest person. But upon thinking I'm smart, I also like to think I'm charming when I want to be. But only when I want to be. Footsteps. Clumsy footsteps running up behind me. Great.

-''Hey I noticed you have Economics first period, so do I. And since you're walking in the complete wrong direction, I take it you have no idea where you're going. Let me make up plowing you over by at least showing you to the classroom?''

He's clearly not going to take a hint and go away. But I am apparently going the wrong way and I'd rather not walk all around the school trying to find this room...

-''Fine, just try not to cause me any more physical harm this early in the morning please?''

He laughed. A nervous laugh, but a laugh.

-''Yeah, I promise. I'm Stiles, by the way.''

-''What kind of name is that?''

-''The cool kind, obviously. Since your pretty short, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say your Grumpy right? Where's the other six dwarfs?''

Okay, that one earned a laugh. A sincere laugh, I might add.

-''You should feel really lucky when I say this because I don't say it often. Sorry. My first day just isn't going as ...smoothly as I hoped it would.''

-''No need to say more. Mostly because this is our class and we're already late. But also because you're already forgiven on one condition. Tell me your name. I just realized that I've been talking to a stranger for the past few minutes and I'd like to change that.''

-''Blair. Blair Whitlock.''

-''Well Miss Whitlock, after you.''

I let out yet another genuine laugh as he curtsied and gestured inside the room for me. If this kid can get two real laughs out of me within 10 minutes, maybe I'll actually have to keep him around.

So I have finally decided that the hallways of this school are the most confusing part. Economics, chemistry, English, and Trigonometry have all already passed and have all been a cake walk. Now it was lunch time and shocker, I still knew next to no one. Maybe I'd just eat out on the front steps.

-''Hey! Blair! Over here!''

Or maybe not, I thought as I heard the oh-so-familiar voice of the awkward, dorky Stiles boy. Well, at least I don't have to sit alone. As I walk over to there table, I receive the stares once again.

-''Hey, you can sit here,'' Stiles said as he scooted over one seat, which left me to sit between him and a snobby redhead. Great.

-''Uh yeah everybody, so, this is Blair. Blair this is everybody.''

-''Nice to meet you everybody,'' I replied sarcastically since Stiles didn't give me much to work with.

Laughing at my wit, they went around individually introducing themselves. Lydia, the spoiled one. Allison, the bubbly one. Scott, the friendly one. Isaac, the awkward one. Boyd, the quiet one. Great, one for every side of me.

It actually turned out to be a surprisingly nice lunch. The group wasn't really bad at all. They were friendly and pretty much just carried on as if I'd always been part of their group. But no matter how nice this was going, I was ready to leave. So thank the lord above when the bell finally signaled the end of lunch. Two periods left. The best classes of the day too. Painting and gym.

Painting went by way too fast. If I had it my way, I'd stay there all day. It was just so peaceful and relaxing, and when your life is anything but that, it's a great getaway.

Next came gym. Unfortunately, I didn't have any gym clothes with me, so I had to sit back and watch while everyone ran laps around the track. Oh well, wouldn't want to mess up my hair anyway.

And with that, my first day at Beacon Hills High was over. As I pulled out of the parking lot in my Dodge Charger, I could feel the stares once again. Soak it in, I told myself. And I did. I blasted my radio and whipped out of that parking lot giving everyone something to talk about for the rest of their boring day.

After a ten minute drive or so, I pulled up to my house and finally relaxed for real this time. Sure, I didn't mind attention. I was built for it. But when the spotlight is on you, you want to look perfect. Be perfect. And that was exhausting. Thankfully, I was home now and I could go relax and wind down.

-''Took you long enough.'' I gasped and whirled around to be greeted by the smiling golden boy.

-''What are you doing here Aiden?''

Okay, little cliffhanger ending there for ya :P wonder how she knows Aiden, hm :P

Posting chapter two in a little bit so hopefully you like it enough so far to check that out too (:

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