I stand in front of the door to my new dorm room. Kids mull about around me, coming out of and going into the rooms that line the hallway. A few stare at me curiously. 'It's probably the buzz cut.' I think as I rubs my hand over my new haircut. I take a breath and decide I've avoided it as long as I could.
"Just open the door, Stiles. It's just a door." I says to myself quietly. I laugh at how idiotic I must look to everyone around me and all the nerves leave my body. At that moment the door opens and I finds myself face to face with a tan looking boy with an amused expression on his face.
"Dude, stop hovering and come in already." The boy laughs and heads back into the room and plops down on one of the beds.
"I was not hovering." I says stubbornly as I close the door behind me.
"You were so hovering." The boy replies which makes me grin.
"I wasn't hovering…" I says again, mainly because I can't think of anything else to say. I notice my bags are already on the bed in the far corner and I heads towards them. The other boy snorts.
"Oh yeah? Then what were you doing?"
"…Lingering…?"
"Oh yeah, cause that's so much better. I'm Scott by the way." He says sitting up and swinging his legs off the side of the bed.
"Stiles." I say moving to sit on the wheelie chair in the middle of the room.
"Well, Stiles. Welcome to the Unwanted Academy." Scott laughs to himself like he just made a joke. He notices the confused expression on my face and stops abruptly.
"Don't worry about it dude. You'll catch on." Scott says slapping me on the back. "Well, I'm starving. Let's go get some food." Scott says as he moves around me to the door.
"Food?" I say excitedly, just realising how hungry I was.
"If you can call it that. Scott laughs.
Scott was right. You could hardly call this stuff food. More like mush with the occasional lump. Scott and I are sitting at a table near the centre of the dining hall. All the outer tables are already packed and noise fills the room.
"I get what you mean." I groan as I pick at the mush on my plate. Scott laughs and spits his food back on his tray.
"Gross man." I say while laughing.
At that moment a girl walks up to our table and sits down next to Scott. She gives me a sweet smile when she notices me.
"Hey Scott." Scott looks over at her with puppy dog eyes and I nearly choke on my mush.
"Hey Allison. This is Stiles. My new roommate. He likes bad food and lingering outside doorways." Scott says motioning between us and giving me a 'shut it' look.
"Stiles? Interesting name." Allison says just as sweetly.
"Don't even ask." Scott and I start laughing simultaneously and Allison looks at us like we're crazy.
"Well ok then. Welcome to the Unwanted Academy, Stiles." Allison winks. There's that name again.
"Ok someone needs to explain the whole unwanted thing to me." I say crossing my arms and attempting to look serious, which if you've ever met me, you know I can't pull off. Allison raises one eyebrow at Scott.
"You didn't tell him? Well I'm not doing it." She smirks leaning back in her chair.
"It's called the Unwanted Academy because you're only sent here if your parents don't want or can't handle you." A girl's voice says from behind me. She gives me such a fright that I lose grip on my fork and send it flying at Scott.
"Shit. I'm sorry, man." I say holding back another laugh before I turn to face the girl.
"Hey…" I say and then trail off because I am face to face with the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. Everyone has a type. She fits mine perfectly.
"I'm Lydia and you're new."