"Shiiiit shit shit!" Stiles slammed on the breaks of his jeep as he reeled into the school parking lot. He was not only late, he was missing the one class he shouldn't be late to and he really didn't want detention tonight. Not tonight. No, most definitely not tonight, he needed to do things and stuff! No time to be late! He grabbed his half empty backpack from the passenger seat and attempted to jump out of his jeep without unbuckling his seat belt, resulting in a rather embarrassing choking noise and ungraceful flailing.

Free at last from the restrictions of responsible safety gear, Stiles was barreling through the parking lot with the single-mindedness only Adderall could induce. So focused on getting through those double doors that he didn't see the girl until he full on collided with her and went sprawling on the asphalt. His backpack magically unzipped and all his papers from this half of the semester spewed forth like a waterfall of papercuts, spreading in all directions.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" the girl said behind the hand covering her mouth in horror.

It took a few blinks for Stiles to realize he was looking up from a horizontal position. He just lay there dumbly for a moment before choking back a hysterical laugh. Yes, of corse. Message received Universe, detention it is!

"Are you ok?" a worried female voice asked him.

"Yeah," Stile wheezed sitting himself up and thinking how lacrosse practice must've knocked him around more last night than he had thought. "Just think I pulled my dignity a bit, nothing to worry about," he said, shading his eyes to see who he had literally run into.

"Here, let me help you get these," the anxious voice pleaded. The girl was shorted than Stiles, shorter than most girls he knew. She was bent over and grabbing papers scattered around them and her hair was dangling around her face, blocking his view. Stiles sought out his book bag and seeing it just to his left, reached for it and started trying to gather his papers.

"Thanks, I'm sorry I ran into you," he started but she shook her head.

"No, really, I think this was my fault," she said, handing him the last handful of papers. As Stiles heaved himself up, man, how hard had he run into this girl? He heard the bell signaling the end of first period ring inside the school. He gave a dramatic sigh and let his shoulders fall. "Oh, are you running late?" she asked, her voice hardly audible.

"Yeah, but it happens," he said, turning to face her. She was looking down at the ground, looking very guilty. "Hey, its no big deal," he squinted, "are you new here?"

"Yeah," she said, tugging at a hemp bracelet on her wrist nervously, "first day."

"Well, let me give you a crash course in BH high," he said, smirking at his own clever pun, "what class are you heading to?"

Stiles was winded when he collapsed into his desk behind Scott for second period, proud to have made it by the skin of his teeth. He had escorted the new girl, Ana, to her first class. He barely heard her thank you, she was so quiet. He was vaguely reminded of a frightened animal curling in on itself, but he trunked it up to being new. He was settled in by the time he notice Scott was turned around and staring at him.

"What?"

Scott squinted at him and said he smelt funny.

"Dude, rude," was all he could get out before class started in earnest. Scott turned around and sank back into his seat.

"So I can't make it tonight," Stiles managed between bites of his sandwich, "got detention fo' sure."

Scott shook his head, "didn't you set an alarm?"

"Yes!" Stiles said, gesturing emphatically with the rest of his sandwich. "It went off, hit it, and bam! back to sleep."

Scott rolled his eyes and ate his own lunch slowly. "What's wif you?" Stiles asked, waving a hand at Scott's hardly touched lunch.

"I dunno, just, something feels off."

Stiles hmmed but knew his friend wasn't much in the mood for talking so he set about finishing his own meal. He was spacing out when he noticed someone at the far edge of the cafeteria. He nudged Scott, "that's the girl I ran into, literally. She's new, said her name is Ana."

Scott grunted and barely looked up, apparently uninterested. Stiles looked at him incredulously. He looked back over to where Ana was sitting by herself and waved until she noticed. She looked up and gave a small wave. Stiles motioned for her to come over, pointing to the open seats around him and Scott, but she turned bright red and shook her head. "Huh," Stiles said, and stopped waving like an idiot. "Weird. Must be shy." He threw a big grin her way anyway but she was already looking away, placing ear buds in her ears and fiddling with her phone.