Chapter 1
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Sometimes I wish I could be the new girl. Everyone would stare at me in awe and wonder. I have lived in Beacon Hills my entire life and known almost the exact same people. My only friend is a girl who has an extremely hard exterior and a beautiful boyfriend. Though her beautiful boyfriend has insides that make him incredibly unbearable. I have her. And Scott. That is about it. I don't really have a "social life".
"Hana!" Lydia's shrill voice calls to me. She takes quick stepping motions and her heels click on the ground. I smile at her and Jackson catches up with. Seriously, I don't like him. He just has this ambience surrounding him that makes him seem slimy. Other girls seem not to notice it, but it seems to just slap me in the face.
"Hi, what's-" I start. She just begins talking with her eyes big.
"There is a new girl. The guys are checking her out," she tells me. I shrug at this random statement. She grabs my shoulders and moves a piece of hair from my face.
"What does this have to do with me?" I ask. I see Scott. I have never talked to him outside of work. Lydia usually keeps me away from that area of the cafeteria. He is nice and fun to be around, but I have never had a chance to actually see him at school.
"Not you, us! She should totes be our friend," she yells excitedly.
"You know Lydia, physical appearance shouldn't be an indication of a potential friend," I say. She and Jackson stare at me like I am crazy. I hear someone say Lydia's name. Some kid standing next to Scott said it. How have I not noticed the kid before? He is adorable and I feel something different as I absent-mindedly get closer to Scott and his friend. He doesn't have that hormonal smell. Is there a smell for that? I suppose there is if you don't put on deodorant.
"Hey Scott. I haven't really ever seen you in school before," I tell him. Scott's friend looks at him wide eyed. Scott smiles.
"Yeah, I think Lydia steers you away from us most of the time." I smile at him. "This is Stiles, by the way."
"Hi. I'm-" I begin to introduce. Stiles does some weird chuckle-giggle mixture.
"HANA!" he yells. Everyone outside looks at him.
"How'd you know?" I ask. He scoffs.
"Psh-you…I…Hana, you're…you're…uh, yeah…perfect," he says in a jumble of words. I laugh along with Scott.
"Well before this gets anymore awkward, I am going to head in. Lydia is going to freak if I am not there soon. I'll see you two in economics." Scott waves and picks up Stiles' limp hand. Stiles watches me in a frozen deer like stance. I wave at him. Suddenly I am pulled inside harshly.
"Hana! Here she comes!" Lydia exclaims in a hoarse voice. I see Scott's eyes look at her intensely. His slight askew jaw line and deep brown eyes, I can't help but stare at him from this side of the door. My boyfriend wouldn't like me looking at a beta like that. Well, I am sure he won't catch me. At least, I hope not.
*Stiles POV*
"Dude. Dude. Dude. Buddy. Hey buddy. Bud. Bud. Friend. Compadre. Brother," I say repeatedly. He continues staring at the hot new girl. When I compare the new girl to Lydia, Lydia wins. Lydia is so hot. The thing is, I have known Hana since she moved here in the 8th grade. I remember being so surprised that Lydia even spoke to Hana. Lydia is so popular and all her friends were so mainstream, that a girl like Hana seemed not to stand a chance in that group. Hana is hot, don't get me wrong. God, she's perfect. I just made a fool out of myself saying that. I don't have a crush on Hana. I just think she is perfect. I don't have a crush on her. I can't have a crush on Hana. Not for popularity reasons because she is at the top and I am at the bottom, I just can't. I just can't.
"What?" Scott yells. I frown.
"Jeez, someone is a grumpy cat this morning. Or should I say "wolf"," I joke. Scott glares at me. I shrug, seeing Hana staring at the window of one of the doors. Behind her, Lydia is pointing at the new girl.
"She has a boyfriend, Stiles," Scott says as we walk in behind the girl. The girl has a perfect butt. It is like chiseled by a god or something. Wow, I am really hormonal. I wonder what she would look like without a shirt…I wonder what Lydia would look like without a shirt…I wonder what Hana would look like without a shirt- Okay, enough of that.
"I don't like Hana. She is just really hot. Anyways, Mr. Eye-Rapist, were you undressing the new girl with your eyes?" I ask. He smiles looking at his feet.
"Yes." Lydia hasn't pounced on the new girl yet. This is indeed surprising. Sometimes I like to imagine the voice inside my head British, either British or like yoda.
"Who's Hana's boyfriend?" I ask. Scott continues staring at the new girl with a goofy smile.
"First of all: you have a crush. Second of all: An older guy," he explains with his crooked grin and chuckle. I roll my eyes, trying to keep the image of Hana out of my head. I can't have a crush on her.
"I do not have a crush…wolfie…boy," I try. He laughs.
"Nice try, Stiles," Scott says. I shrug.
"I thought it was a great insult. I am pretty sure she won't go out with an insane guy who thinks he is a werewolf," I tell him. He frowns.
"Stiles. Shut up."
"Unless-this one just came to me-she is a bitch," I laugh. He punches me in a way that looks soft, but it shoots pain through my arm. "What the hell, Scott?"
"What? I barely touched you," he promises. I roll my eyes.
"Yeah. It definitely doesn't feel like you barely touched me," I say sarcastically. Why is Hana all of a sudden flooding my thoughts? Hana's boyfriend may be older, but I could probably take him. I am strong when I want to be. Unless I am faced against anyone over 120 pounds, then I am screwed. Hopefully Hana's boyfriend in a scrawny guy under 120 pounds. Yeah, because a girl like Hana would definitely be dating someone that looked like that. I am being sarcastic to myself. That's new. Then again, she doesn't care about looks. What am I having for dinner tonight? Probably fast food, again. A burger and some of those fat sticks, er, fries. I'd like to eat a burger with Hana. Hana…with her shirt off. That's nice thought for sure.
"Stiles? It seems like your mind is somewhere else today," Hana says, waving her hand in front of my drooling face. I see Scott has left. She came here to talk to me.
"Yeah, I forgot to take something today," I tell her.
"Adderall or Ritalin?" she asks. I lean back on the lock, feeling pretty cool. I lock my eyes with hers so I don't look anywhere…down.
"How did you know that? Am I doing something? I bet it is my foot. It just taps insessently. It is just tapping and tapping then I am like "Foot stop!". Except I don't talk to my foot on a regualar basis, I have friends. Scott is my friend. Did you know-" I ramble. She won't let me explain to her. Why won't she? She must not like me now. She never liked me. Why do I keeep thinking we are going to date? Speaking of date, Lydia has probably already pounced on the new kid.
"…Stiles? I have been talking to you," I hear Hana mumble. "Stiles?" she says louder. I get startled and fall backwards. Luckily I just land on my butt. If you can even call falling down in front of the most beautiful girl you have ever seen "lucky". Everyone begins smiling at me and laughing a bit.
"I am good. Just practicing…something," I assure everyone in a loud voice. Hana looks like she is going to move away from me, but instead she puts her hand out. I grab it quickly and she helps me up. "I thought you were going to ditch me." She frowns.
"My little brother has ADHD. If he ever forgot to take his medication, I would not want him to be treated with rudeness. You're a nice guy, Stiles. I am not going to leave you on the ground. I am not that type of person," she says in a hushed voice. I could focus on her and her voice. For a moment I could focus, without medication. I can focus on my image of her without her shirt on, that's for sure.