"He's attractive," Lydia commented, staring over her best friend's shoulder at the new student.
"Well, he's my cousin so I wouldn't know," Allison replied.
Lydia rose from her seat at the lunch table with a smirk, "More for me, then." She glanced down at the rest of her friends, all looking at her with expressions that screamed /are you serious/. Lydia rolled her eyes and nudged the boy sitting next to her with her hip, "Care to join me, Stiles?"
Having been the only one still regarding the Argent with a quizzical look, Stiles jumped in surprise, but nodded all the same.
The lean boy was surveying the options in the vending machine as the pair approached him.
"Noah, is it?" Lydia asked, the corners of her lips tilting up as he turned around; she was right in calling him lean–his arms had just the perfect amount of definition, clearly earned from the rigorous hunter training. His face was just as lovely as the rest of him; mocha colored eyes sat just below thick eyebrows, plump pink lips smiled lightly, and a defined jaw line with short sideburns leading to thick brown locks.
"It is," he replied. He shifted his eyes to Stiles, tilting his head in slight confusion at the boy's fidgeting.
"I'm Lydia, this is Stiles. We're friends of your cousin."
Noah's smile widened a bit as he glanced past them, "Ah. And that must be the boyfriend of hers Chris doesn't like."
"She's his little girl, what do you expect," Lydia replied innocently as his gaze rested on her yet again, as if she didn't know the supernatural existed. She continued, "As it's your first day, why don't you come sit with us. I doubt Allison would mind. What do you think, Stiles?"
Stiles swallowed as Noah met his eyes. "I think she'd be fine with it," he squeaked out.
"Lovely!" Lydia clapped her hands together and gestured towards their table. They walked back, Noah sliding into the seat next to Stiles, which flustered him even more.
Lydia opened her mouth to introduce him to the table, when multiple growls silenced her; Erica and Boyd had joined their table in their absence, now both were half-shifted. Isaac's eyes flashed gold, but Scott kept his control as he turned to face the newcomer.
"An Argent werewolf?" He asked in disbelief, but his alpha superiority turned Noah's eyes to blue. Stiles groaned quietly next to him.
Allison glared at Scott, "We're in school! Could you at least try to be an alpha?"
"Did you know?" He asked.
"Of course. We're werewolf hunters; we know the signs," sighing, Allison out down her book, "Noah's from the more," she struggled to find the right word, and her cousin stepped in.
"-fundamentalist side of the family. I packed my bags as soon as I was bitten; I preferred to not get cut in half by my own mother," he continued, shrugging, "Chris and Allison told me there was a pack here in Beacon Hills that might want an outcast like me." Scott stared at him, contemplating.
"Why not?" Stiles suddenly spoke up. Scott looked at his best friend in surprise, but Stiles continued, "All of you were outcasts once, and it brought you together. What's one more?"
Isaac muttered for Scott's ears alone, "Stilinski's got a point."
Scott looked over at Erica and Boyd, who wore cautious expressions but nodded all the same. Scott nodded as well, "Alright then. We're training tomorrow after school; be there."
Noah's face broke into a grin, and Stiles felt butterflies erupt in his stomach at the crinkles by his eyes.
