So here's my newest Teen Wolf FF, that really takes place in Season 2 but I had to start it at the end of Season 1 to get in filling information that would be otherwise hard to explain, ALSO I really love the Formal and wanted to write it. haha so here is the first chapter to hopefully a really great story. Please ya'll review, it helps me so much.
Lyla stood in front of the school staring at it nervously. It was bad being the new girl, but it was worse being the new girl in the middle of the school year. She took a deep breath as she tugged on her denim jacket. "I should of dressed better," she whispered looking down at her short yellow and black striped above the knee dress. Someone slammed into her and she glared at the guy who ran into her. "Watch where you're going," he said annoyed as she clenched her fists.
"You too," she yelled back. She watched as a few more people walked past her. Lyla grabbed her dirty blonde ponytail and began twirling it within her fingers. Another year to start in the middle. Another year to be invisible. She thought to herself as the first bell rang. She walked up the steps her heart seemed to quicken. As she stared at the groups of people forming there cliques Lyla felt a tang of despair. "Where do I belong?" she whispered softly as someone slammed into her knocking her to the ground. "Does anyone watch where they are going?" she yelled as a she stared blankly at the short haired awkward boy.
"I'm so sorry, a lot on my mind, wasn't paying attention…my…"
"My fault, I was standing in your way," Lyla interrupted him allowing a few strands of her hair to fall in front of her face. She gasped and quickly pulled them back tucking them into the hair tie.
"You ok?" the boy asked as she smiled.
"Nothing, I mean fine," she said before closing her eyes.
"I'm Stiles, and you must be new here," he said helping her up.
"I am, My name is Lyla. My family just got here this past weekend, my dad got relocated again," she said sarcastically.
"You must be happy it was Beacon Hills."
"Not so much the town, apparently my parents…." she stopped and looked at him strangely as a second bell rang. "I'm sharing a lot with someone I just met," she sighed before looking at her schedule. Stiles laughed.
"Well if you'd like I can show you to where you need to go," he offered.
"No, it's ok," she said quickly almost defensively. "I'm sorry, your cute," she said softly before closing her eyes. "I mean your offer is cute. I don't know where I'm going, but I have a map. And now I'm really rambling, because I'm nervous. And I don't know why I'm telling you everything," she said really fast as Stiles nodded with a huge smile. "I'm going to go now, nice meeting you….Stiles," she said as he nodded and she walked away. She followed the school map and the schedule she held until she reached a small classroom on the first floor just as the third and final bell rang.
"Are you lost?" the teacher asked as she looked at her schedule again.
"I'm looking for English 2?" she asked as the teacher pointed to an empty desk in the back indicating she was in the right class. As Lyla took her seat the door burst open and everyone stared at the commotion.
"Welcome, Mr. Stilinski so glad you could join us," the teacher sighed as Stiles nodded.
"Sorry, I'm late I was helping…her," he said surprised pointing at Lyla who began to instantly sink in her chair.
"Ok, well please take your seat Mr. Stilinksi." Stiles obeyed and sat behind a taller boy with dark long hair on the other side of the room. Stiles waved as she buried her face in her book.
When the bell rang Lyla was the first one out of the classroom. Slowly walking down the halls she watched people gathering, whispering, Suddenly a feeling of pressure fell on her and Lyla felt as if everyone one was staring at her. She looked at a poster as she passed by seeing the winter formal was only a few days away. "Well that's one thing I won't be attending," she laughed.
"Why not?" Stiles voice caught her ear causing her to jump. "It's probably a smart idea, but why?"
"I just got here, and why would it be smart?"
"Nothing," he said as she looked at him funny. She felt he was already keeping secrets from her.
"I'll…um…see you later. I should get to my next class," she said as Stiles nodded but he looked sad. She found her locker and began emptying her heavy bag.
"Nice, dress," a bubbly voice said from behind her. Lyla turned around and smiled. "Where'd you get it?"
"Thanks, and…I don't know, I think my mom got it at Macy's," she laughed as the red head nodded with approval. "I'm Lyla," she said offering her hand as the girl accepted.
"Lydia," she said studying the girl. "I have a feeling we'll be great friends," she finished as the boy who ran into Lyla that morning walked past.
"Watch where you're walking," Lyla yelled in annoyance as he ignored her. "Who is that creep?" she asked looking at Lydia who watched the boy disappear behind a corner.
"Jackson, old news," she said her voice carrying a sadness one Lyla did not want to look into. The bell rang and Lydia smiled. "I'll see you at lunch, you'll sit with us," she nodded satisfied before walking away. Lyla stood uncomfortably as she looked at her locker staring at her reflection in the little mirror on her locker door. She smiled as she pushed back the strands that refused to stay in her hair tie.
"I guess I could be more visible," she blinked with a small smile as the warning bell rang. Slamming the locker she ran to class. Making it a few seconds before the second bell. As the day progressed Lyla felt more and more lost with majority of her classes except for two where she was already ahead of the curriculum. By lunch she was starving and pulled her bag lunch from her bag as she sat next to Lydia and across from a dark haired girl.
"Allison, this is Lyla?" Lydia said unsure as Lyla nodded.
"We just moved in over the weekend," Lyla said nervously as Allison shook her hand.
"You wouldn't happen to be Lyla Mascot would you?" Allison spoke up as Lyla looked at her funny. "My dad said an old friend of his was moving into town and that he had a daughter my age."
"Oh, I remember my dad saying the same thing," Lyla laughed as Lydia squeaked in excitement.
"She is the cutest thing ever. You're so coming with us," Lydia said as Lyla looked at her funny.
"Coming where?"
"Oh we're just going dress shopping for the formal this friday," Allison shrugged as Lydia looked at her serious.
"This formal, as you say so plainly, is one of the biggest social events at school," Lydia said carrying pride. Out of the corner of her eye Lyla saw the boy known as Stiles staring at her table. She looked over and he quickly turned talking to the dark-haired boy that shared her English class.
"It's ok, I'll hold you guys back, I'm not even going…on such short notice of course," Lyla sighed as her nausea flared up.
"Is it finding a date?" Lydia shrugged no problem. Lyla bit her lip and nodded, even though that wasn't fully the case. "Well I know a few lacrosse players still looking for dates, I can hook you up with at least one of them. There problem solved," Lydia smiled as Lyla grabbed her stomach twisting the fabric of her dress in her fingers. As the bell rang to indicate lunch was over Lydia waved to Allison and Lyla and walked in the opposite direction.
"Something tells me you don't do well in social events?" Allison asked as Lyla let out a rather fake laugh.
"Yeah, I get really nervous. I have this thing where when I get too nervous, I get sick…I mean, 'blah'," she said sticking her tongue out pretending to vomit as Allison laughed a little.
"That's gross," Allison laughed as they walked down the hall passing the dark haired boy and Stiles. This time the dark haired boy stared at them, but Allison quickly looked away.
"Who is the one with Stiles?" Lyla pointed behind her shoulder.
"His name is Scott McCall," Allison answered blandly. Lyla caught the tone and knew not to go any further with questioning about Scott McCall.
"So…question…how are we getting to the store today? My dad could drive us," Lyla said sounding really lame even to herself.
"It's ok, I can drive," Allison answered as Lyla nodded.
"That sounds better, and totally a lot less lame then my idea," she blushed in embarrassment as Allison laughed again. Lyla left Allison in the hall as she walked toward a chemistry lab.
"I'll see you in the back parking lot after school," Allison waved as Lyla nodded and saw Stiles and Scott sitting next to each other.
"I'm seeing a lot of you today, Mr. Stilinski," Lyla joked as he made a stupid sound trying to make words. "And you must be, Scott, right?" she added turning away from the baffled boy to the more confused one.
"Yeah. And you are….?" Scott asked sounding completely lost.
"Sorry, I'm Allison's friend. Lyla," she smiled shaking his hand suddenly getting an incredible headache, Scott looked at her funny as she took her seat in front of them holding her head. Her nerves were really acting up today.