Please read!
I know it's a little late to be posting this, but I actually started writing this a long time ago. As in like as soon as Season 2 ended. I got really upset about something and stopped writing for a while. I actually forgot about this! I didn't even it remember until Season 3 aired! But I remember I watched that one thing that they show after new episodes of Teen Wolf for the Season 2 finale and Daniel (Isaac) and Dylan (Stiles) both said they wanted a love interest for their characters, so I thought this would be interesting. No, it is not Isaac and Stiles dating. There's a new character. So please read and tell me if this is ok!
Chapter 1
The one thing that keeps a person going is hope. Hope, and love. Even when it's forbidden, you just keep trying to make it work.
Everyone has someone they'd do anything for; They would even die for them. The little hope that you can have left after everything you've gone through can make you do anything, or just fizzle out of your heart as if it was never there.
That person always has a piece of your heart. They're there with you forever. You just have to wait for them to come back around.
This was one thing Scott knew all too well. He thought about it all the time, not being able to focus on anything else. Him and Allison were meant to be, weren't they?
Scott walked up to his friends Stiles and Isaac.
"Hey, guys." Scott sighed. Neither Stiles nor Isaac replied. "What's going on?"
Stiles and Isaac ignored Scott. It looked as though they were staring into space, waiting for something good to happen, for once. Wait, was that drool on Isaac's face?
"Who are you guys staring at?" Scott laughed, punching Stiles in the arm.
Scott caught their gave and lost his breath as he saw who they were looking at. She walked down the hall in what seemed like slow motion, her hair falling perfectly over her shoulder. She looked at the boys and smiled as she giggled, her blue eyes gleaming. She flipped her perfect brunette hair as she walked to her next class, many boys not far behind.
"New girl."
Lydia slammed her locker shut and looked around. She really hadn't talked to anyone since...
She breathed in slowly. She didn't really want to think about that. She'd watcher her boyfriend, Jackson, die twice. Everything was still unclear, and she didn't want to bring it up with Jackson.
"Excuse me?" Someone tapped her shoulder. "Can you help me find my next class?" A girl with sparkly blue eyes, brunette hair with perfect blond highlights, and a flashy smile asked.
"Um, sure." Lydia replied. "Are you new here?"
"Yeah. Exchange student. I cam from PA."
"That's nice... What's your next class?"
"Biology?"
"Oh, cool. That's what I have next."
"You don't mind walking there with me?
"Of course not. What are friends for?" The girl smiled slightly. "What's your name again?"
"Lindsay. You're Lydia, right?" Lydia looked at Lindsay strangely.
"Yeah... How did you know that?"
"Oh, everyone's talking about you and Jackson. At least that's who I think I heard..."
"Yeah, that's right." Lydia felt slightly proud. This was someone she could hang around with.
Allison walking into biology alone, as usual. Everyone she knew was completely ignoring her. She looked and saw someone she'd never seen before in her seat. Or at least what should have been her seat.
"Um, excuse me? Whoever you are? You're in my seat." Allison flashed a fake smile.
"No, she's not." Lydia said from the seat next to the girl. "You haven't sat here since... Ever. You can sit over there." Lydia pointed to the other side of the room.
"I guess I do now." Allison walked over to an empty seat. The girl mouthed, 'Sorry,' and shrugged, as if to say, 'I didn't know.' Allison rolled her eyes in response. This girl already annoyed her, and she hadn't even met her yet.
Stiles walked down the hall quickly and quietly. He felt sort of like a stalker, but he needed to find out about this girl. She just kept walking, flipping her hair occasionally.
"Likes to flip hair." Stiles wrote on his notepad.
The girl finally stopped walking, and turned around, glaring at Stiles.
"Who are you and what do you want?" She asked.
"I- Stiles." He held out his hand, but she just stared at it.
"I know you've been following me for the past five minutes, so just tell me what you want." She put her hand on her hip.
"Nothing."
"Shouldn't you be in class?"
"Shouldn't you be in class?"
"No. I'm trying to find the bathroom." She said, swinging a pass around her finger.
"Oh.."
"Just... Stop following me. It's weird."
"And your name is...?"
"For me to know, and you to find out."
"Well, that's a weird name." The girl rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh.
"My name is Lindsay. Now, if you could tell me where the bathroom is, I won't tell anyone about this. Deal?"
"Yeah." Stiles just stood and stared for a moment.
"Well?"
"Huh?"
"Are you going to show me or not?"
"Oh, right. It's over there." Stiles pointed.
"I better not end up in the boy's bathroom, or I'll kick your ass."
"Got it."
"What class do you have next?"
"History."
"Guess I'll see you there." Lindsay looked over her should as she walked away, leaving Stiles trying not to faint.