Hey guys! So this is my first Teen Wolf fanfiction to actually be published on here! Sorry they're short chapters, I normally write them on my phone as it is always with me, but I am going to try for once a week. Probably on Fridays. Maybe more if I have awesome ideas or something. Either way, hope you enjoy it! sorry if there are errors, it is currently un-beta'd. If anybody is interested, feel free to contact me! Thanks. xx
Something strange had been going on around Beacon Hills lately. I walked down the hall to the cafeteria, nearly invisible to the surrounding people. The joy, and curse, of being me. I slowly waited in the long line of people before getting a wheat wrap with the usual vegetables and sitting at my table.
There, sat Kristy with her gorgeous blonde hair and emerald green eyes, Joey with her overly-girly permed hair and make-up covered face (though it suited her) to even out her tomboyish name, and quiet little Simone with the caramel skin and deep black hair. The four of us were an odd bunch to look at, me with my thick and curly brown hair and slightly-freckled face. We were fairly quiet in class, acceptable grades, but we just looked so different from one another.
We all matched though somehow. We weren't complete loners, but we enjoyed being alone at points. We all also were not the key people in the school like Lydia Martin. We were just people in the middle of the school's social standing, grouping together for company.
"Hey, what's up?" Kristy asked as I munched on my wrap. She was normally the most perceptive of us all and noticed when someone was troubled, or even just not all there.
"Hmm.. Nothing.." I trailed off, examining the lunch room. It seems social standings were changing all around. The two boys, McCall and Stilinski were sitting with the rest of the lacrosse team instead of alone. Erica sauntered in in her low cut blouse and leather pants and whispered in Scott's ear before going to sit with her new posse. And her new posse had only recently become a posse.
The burly, ebony-skinned guy with a scarily-deep voice for a teenager, whom I had only recently found out was named Boyd, was sitting across from Erica and next to.. him. My eyes wandered over to him to find him looking in the direction of our table. A small flushed creeped up my cheeks as I looked directly down and at my tray. Isaac Lahey.
His chestnut colored curls were everywhere as if he had run his hands through his hair multiple times. His long fingers reached up and combed through them again, almost as if it were a nervous habit. His ice blue eyes were carved into my mind even though the bright red tray was the only thing in my vision. His gaze seemed calculating, as if he was curious as to what I had been doing, probably assuming I was just some freak. Most likely akin to how the school probably sees me.
"Oh really?" I heard Kristy ask, snapping me out of my trance. "Then why were you just looking over at Isaac Lahey and blushing... again?" She giggled while teasing me. "Come on Hales, you've been crushing on him since eighth grade. Now that the whole school is paying attention, you're going to have to say something quick, before some nast-ay girl snatches him up!" Kristy emphasized the word "nasty" clearly to try and cheer me up, so I grinned a little, if only for show. Obviously they didn't notice anything weird about what was going on. Maybe I *was* crazy. When I looked back up to examine the trio, the three of them were gone.
I tried getting my mind off of the craziness that was high school by eating my lunch and half-listening to the new gossip Kristy and Joey were telling Simone and I. The two of them were in more social circles and heard more than us, but I didn't really care much for gossip anyway.
There was still ten minutes left of lunch period when I finally grew bored of the meandering gossip and bade my friends farewell. After depositing the tray where it belonged, I strolled through the empty halls to my locker. I opened it up and deposited the books from classes already passed and grabbed my Algebra II book for next period when all of a sudden my locker was slammed shut.