Okay, so this is my first fanfic and I really want it turn out good. It's just when ever I start writing a story I would read it over and not like what I wrote, so why publish smoething people arn't going to like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or it characters. Just my oc.
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"Everyone, this is your new classmate, Paisley Wolfe ." The man standing next to me said in a deep toan off vocie that made me jump a little. "please make her feel welcome here at Beacon Hills High." I felt bad that I couldn't remember the man's name, but I'll eventually learn it.
As I quickley walked to the seat the teacher pointed to, I could hear the door close, signaling that the man had prompty left, and I could feel the eyes that were following me. I almost turned to this one boy who stared at me when I sat down, to tell him to 'take a picture, it will last longer' but I bit my toung. I didn't want to make a bad impression on my first day. I didn't feel like going home to my mom, telling me she got a call from the school, saying that I was misbehaving. Whatever that word means. (Okay that was a joke.)
I ran my fingers through my dirty blonde hair, in an attempt to try and listen to what it was that the teaher was saying. I dont even remember what class this is, really. I'm starting to think that maybe thats a bad thing.
When her back was turned I looked to the boy sitting next to me. And man, let me tell you, there was nothing about the view to complain about.
He had dirty blonde curly hair that looked as soft as silk. A jaw line that would put a young Rob Lowe to shame. He had defined cheek bones, but not to defined that when you lean in to kiss him that you stabe yourself on them. Speaking of kissing him... And when he turned his head to look at me, I almost died when his deep baby blue eyes met my plain old green ones. I was kind of embarassed that he caught me starring at him.
"Hi." I said and immediately after saying it wanted to slap myself. God, I'm such an idiot. "Hey." he said still looking at me.
"Ummmmm... this is going to sound really stupid, but, what class is"? I pulled in my lower lip to bite at it, not sure if he was going to take me seriously or if he just thought I was that dumb.
After about five seconds he lifted his hand to cover his mouth, to hide the chuckle, out of respect. He moved his hand he gave me the most breath taking smile I had ever seen. Two beautiful rows of pearly white teeth made themselves known to me and I couldn't help but smile back.
"This is English, and don't feel bad. I don't think haft the people in this class even know their in school." he said to me, making me me smile at him even brighter.
"I'm Paisley." I said extending my hand to him, hopeing he would take it, so I didn't look like a complete idiot.
"I'm Isaac. Isaac Lahey." He said taking my hand and giving it a gentle shake before removing it.
"It's nice to meet you Isaac, Isaac Lahey." I didn't know why but I felt giddy.
" So your new here to Beacon Hills? How do you like it so far"? He asked me before looking back down at the paper he had on his desk. For some reason my brain to mouth filter shut down and I couln't stop the words coming from my mouth before it was to late.
" Well, I think I can get used to the view." He just looked at me with a smirk on his face. It's like he he knew what was going throught my mind. Like he can hear my heart beating a million times a minute when ever I look at him.
" Oh really, and whats the veiw like from were your sitting right now"? he asked leaning in closer to me
" Pretty amazing." said without thinking. I mean whats a little harmless flirting going to do. He seemed like a really sweet guy.
" Well it's probley not as good a mine." I couldn't help but giggle. I guess I hadn't realized how long I'v been starring at him ccause eventually the bell rang signaling the end of the class.
" It was nice talking to to you Isaac." I said getting ready to leave the class room and head to my locker, when I felt i a pressure on my wrist.
I turned to see Isaac was holding me in place. His grip wasn't hard and it didn't hurt. If anything it was a confretable feeling. I looked at him and couldn't help but smiling yet again.
This boy is going to be the death of me. But that didn't have to be a bad thing.
" I know we just met and everything, but theres a lacrosse game tonight. I'm on the team, and well I wouldn't mind having my own personal cheerleader." Handsome, funny, and he plays a sport. He just keeps getting better and better.
" ummm... Let me call my mom and ask her. I would love to watch you play." I said taking out my phone with the sole intent on calling my mother as soon as I get to my locker.
A cute boy asked me to cheer him on while he played a sport. She had to say yes. You see my mom is one of those wired moms that cant wait till their daughters get boyfriends so she can finally have someone to talk to about dad behinde his back.
All my other relationships all went to hell when the guy relised I wouldn't be as easiy as they thought I would be. Thats why when we moved here, I had completely sworn off boys. I made a promise to myself on the car ride here. And you see how well thats turning out, right?
" Thats awesome, I hope to see you there. The game starts at seven." After telling me where and when the game was going to be he bent down and kissed my cheek before moving around me and leaving me were I stood.
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" So can I go"? I asked my mom trying not to make it sound like a big deal.
" Yes." was all she said. She said in a way, that to anyone else who didn't know her, would think she was annoyed, but I knew that on the other side of the invisable line that divided us, she was smiling a mile wide.
" So this boy who asked you out, is he cute"?, "Okay first of all, he didn't ask me out. He asked me to cheer for him." I said, hopeing my voice didn't give away how dissapointed I was. But it did.
" So you don't think a boy asking you to come cheer for him, while he's playing a violent sport. That people get hurt playing all the time, isn't code for ' Oh my God, Paisley I want to date you, and I'm hopeing that when you see me out on the feild, you'll be so impressed that you'll say yes when I ask"? I didn't know what shocked me more, the fact that my mom thought Isaac was trying to impress me, or the fact that my mother fit that whole sentence in a twenty second monologe.
"Yep." I said trying not to sound fazed.
" Well have fun cheering on the boy who doesn't want to ask you out." she said while trying to hold back a chuckle. How did I know she was trying not to chuckle? She failed. Misrably.
" I will. And, by the way Mom, He's gou
Okay, so this is my first fanfic and I really want it turn out good. It's just when ever I start writing a story I would read it over and not like what I wrote, so why publish smoething people arn't going to like.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or it characters. Just my oc.
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"Everyone, this is your new classmate, Paisley Wolfe ." The man standing next to me said in a deep toan off vocie that made me jump a little. "please make her feel welcome here at Beacon Hills High." I felt bad that I couldn't remember the man's name, but I'll eventually learn it.
As I quickley walked to the seat the teacher pointed to, I could hear the door close, signaling that the man had prompty left, and I could feel the eyes that were following me. I almost turned to this one boy who stared at me when I sat down, to tell him to 'take a picture, it will last longer' but I bit my toung. I didn't want to make a bad impression on my first day. I didn't feel like going home to my mom, telling me she got a call from the school, saying that I was misbehaving. Whatever that word means. (Okay that was a joke.)
I ran my fingers through my dirty blonde hair, in an attempt to try and listen to what it was that the teaher was saying. I dont even remember what class this is, really. I'm starting to think that maybe thats a bad thing.
When her back was turned I looked to the boy sitting next to me. And man, let me tell you, there was nothing about the view to complain about.
He had dirty blonde curly hair that looked as soft as silk. A jaw line that would put a young Rob Lowe to shame. He had defined cheek bones, but not to defined that when you lean in to kiss him that you stabe yourself on them. Speaking of kissing him... And when he turned his head to look at me, I almost died when his deep baby blue eyes met my plain old green ones. I was kind of embarassed that he caught me starring at him.
"Hi." I said and immediately after saying it wanted to slap myself. God, I'm such an idiot. "Hey." he said still looking at me.
"Ummmmm... this is going to sound really stupid, but, what class is"? I pulled in my lower lip to bite at it, not sure if he was going to take me seriously or if he just thought I was that dumb.
After about five seconds he lifted his hand to cover his mouth, to hide the chuckle, out of respect. He moved his hand he gave me the most breath taking smile I had ever seen. Two beautiful rows of pearly white teeth made themselves known to me and I couldn't help but smile back.
"This is English, and don't feel bad. I don't think haft the people in this class even know their in school." he said to me, making me me smile at him even brighter.
"I'm Paisley." I said extending my hand to him, hopeing he would take it, so I didn't look like a complete idiot.
"I'm Isaac. Isaac Lahey." He said taking my hand and giving it a gentle shake before removing it.
"It's nice to meet you Isaac, Isaac Lahey." I didn't know why but I felt giddy.
" So your new here to Beacon Hills? How do you like it so far"? He asked me before looking back down at the paper he had on his desk. For some reason my brain to mouth filter shut down and I couln't stop the words coming from my mouth before it was to late.
" Well, I think I can get used to the view." He just looked at me with a smirk on his face. It's like he he knew what was going throught my mind. Like he can hear my heart beating a million times a minute when ever I look at him.
" Oh really, and whats the veiw like from were your sitting right now"? he asked leaning in closer to me
" Pretty amazing." said without thinking. I mean whats a little harmless flirting going to do. He seemed like a really sweet guy.
" Well it's probley not as good a mine." I couldn't help but giggle. I guess I hadn't realized how long I'v been starring at him ccause eventually the bell rang signaling the end of the class.
" It was nice talking to to you Isaac." I said getting ready to leave the class room and head to my locker, when I felt i a pressure on my wrist.
I turned to see Isaac was holding me in place. His grip wasn't hard and it didn't hurt. If anything it was a confretable feeling. I looked at him and couldn't help but smiling yet again.
This boy is going to be the death of me. But that didn't have to be a bad thing.
" I know we just met and everything, but theres a lacrosse game tonight. I'm on the team, and well I wouldn't mind having my own personal cheerleader." Handsome, funny, and he plays a sport. He just keeps getting better and better.
" ummm... Let me call my mom and ask her. I would love to watch you play." I said taking out my phone with the sole intent on calling my mother as soon as I get to my locker.
A cute boy asked me to cheer him on while he played a sport. She had to say yes. You see my mom is one of those wired moms that cant wait till their daughters get boyfriends so she can finally have someone to talk to about dad behinde his back.
All my other relationships all went to hell when the guy relised I wouldn't be as easiy as they thought I would be. Thats why when we moved here, I had completely sworn off boys. I made a promise to myself on the car ride here. And you see how well thats turning out, right?
" Thats awesome, I hope to see you there. The game starts at seven." After telling me where and when the game was going to be he bent down and kissed my cheek before moving around me and leaving me were I stood.
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" So can I go"? I asked my mom trying not to make it sound like a big deal.
" Yes." was all she said. She said in a way, that to anyone else who didn't know her, would think she was annoyed, but I knew that on the other side of the invisable line that divided us, she was smiling a mile wide.
" So this boy who asked you out, is he cute"?, "Okay first of all, he didn't ask me out. He asked me to cheer for him." I said, hopeing my voice didn't give away how dissapointed I was. But it did.
" So you don't think a boy asking you to come cheer for him, while he's playing a violent sport. That people get hurt playing all the time, isn't code for ' Oh my God, Paisley I want to date you, and I'm hopeing that when you see me out on the feild, you'll be so impressed that you'll say yes when I ask"? I didn't know what shocked me more, the fact that my mom thought Isaac was trying to impress me, or the fact that my mother fit that whole sentence in a twenty second monologe.
"Yep." I said trying not to sound fazed.
" Well have fun cheering on the boy who doesn't want to ask you out." she said while trying to hold back a chuckle. How did I know she was trying not to chuckle? She failed. Misrably.
" I will. And, by the way Mom, He's gourgous." I said before hanging up.
I had a game to get ready to watch.
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Thank you some much. I'll trying and get the next chapter out soon