I sighed, looking at my mom. "Please don't make me go." I said, pleading with her. She seemed like she was on the brink of tears. "I'm sorry. But were else are we gonna go?" She asked, and I knew she was right. But I was tired of running from these sons of bitches. I ground my teeth together. "Fine." I said bitterly, grabbing my school bag and getting out of the car. I slammed the door behind me as I walked into the school building, looking for the front desk. I sighed, pushing my bangs out of my eyes. I noticed the stares from my new peers, but I ignored them. After a while of searching, I sighed, and turned to a boy at his locker. "Excuse me." I said, tapping his shoulder. As he turned around, I looked at his face. He was blond with green-blue eyes. "Yeah." He said. "Can you point me toward the office?" I asked. He nodded, pointing down the hall. "Take the first right." He said. I nodded. "Thanks." I muttered, heading down in a direction I was sure I'd already been in. But as he said, I took the right, and ended up in front of the office. Shaking my head at myself, I walked in, and waited for the receptionist to see me.
She looked up at me as I entered, giving a tight lipped smile. "How can I assist you?" She asked. "Um, I'm knew here, and I need my schedule." I said, trying earnestly to smile at her. She nodded, reaching into a desk drawer and pulling out a file. She pulled a piece of paper from it and handed it to me. "Thank you." I said, taking the paper and hurrying out of the office. I looked at the paper and saw that my first class was chemistry. As I found the room I was looking for, the bell rang. I hurried inside, and walked up to the teacher's desk. The plaque read Mr. Harris. He looked up at me as I neared him. "Hi. My name's Elektra. I just transferred, and-" "I saw your transcript." He said, getting up from his chair to shake my hand. "You seem to have quite an achievement record." He said. I looked down at my shoes, feeling some- what flustered. "Thank you." I said, letting go of his hand. I glanced up at him as he nodded. "Well, I think I'll save you the embarrassment of introductions." He said, gesturing to an empty seat next to a boy at a lab table. I nodded, quickly making my way over to him. I sat down and set my bag next to me on the floor, pulling out a notebook and a pencil. I glanced at the boy I sat next too. His hair was buzzed short. His nose was straight. His lips were set in the tiniest of pouts. I couldn't get a good look at his eyes because he was staring straight ahead. I looked at the board for a moment, before scribbling the notes onto my paper. After a moment, I felt someone nudge my arm. I looked over at the boy sitting next to me to see that it'd been him who nudged me. I could see his eyes now, and all I could think was oh, my god. They were round and open, a dark brown the shade of a male tree. His eyelashes cast shadows on his cheek bones as he looked down at me. Suddenly I couldn't control my heart beat. It raced out of control, and I felt myself blushing furiously.
"You're new here, right?" He asked, seeming either to be oblivious to my pink cheeks or ignoring the fact entirely. A lump had risen in my throat. What the hell was happening to me? I nodded finally, unable to get my voice out of my throat. He smiled even more. He held his hand toward me. "I'm Stiles." He said. Stiles? Where his parents smoking crack when they named him? I reluctantly took his hand and shook it. "Elektra." I murmured, unable to avert my eyes from his. His brow furrowed for a moment. "Isn't Elektra the name of like, some tragic play or something?" He asked. I blinked for a moment. "Um, yeah." I muttered, releasing his hand. Damn. Now who's parents were smoking crack? I swallowed the lump in my throat. Sure, he was adorable. But did I have any chance with him? No way in hell. Not if I didn't want to end up killing him by the light of the full moon.
I ran a hand through my hair. When I set it back on the table, I noticed it was shaking. What the hell was happening? I shook it out for a moment, looking at the floor. "Where you from?" He asked. Some what startled, I looked up at him in surprise. "Um… kind of everywhere." I said. "I travel a lot." I said with a nod. He nodded in return. "Cool." He said. I took a breath, feeling a little bit more comfortable now that we had a decent conversation going. "Can I ask you something?" I asked. "Well, I think you just did but go ahead." He said, making me smile at his particular brand of humor. "How'd you end up with the name Stiles?" I asked. He opened his mouth to talk, but shut it again. "It's kinda complicated." He said after a moment. As if I didn't know the meaning of complicated. But I simply nodded, an eyebrow cocked. "So, what do you think of Beacon Hills so far?" He asked. I shrugged. "It's… woodsy." I said. And it was true- everywhere you went in this town you were covered by the forest. He nodded. "Yeah. I suppose you don't really know what to look for if you've only been here a day." He said. I nodded. "I don't… I don't really know anyone." I said, glancing down at my paper. "Not true- you know me." He said. I looked up at him and smiled. "You wanna, I don't know…" He began, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hang out later?" He asked. A part of me was nervous- there was no use in denying that I thought Stiles was absolutely adorable in a lot of ways. But the full moon was in three days. And generally speaking, the closer it got to the full moon, the worse things tended to get for me. But his puppy dog like eyes were nearly impossible to resist. And that was saying something, because I had a very high tolerance for puppy dog faces.
I smiled up at him. "Sure. After school?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah." He said, his smile widening along with what appeared to be a look of surprise. "Okay. I'll meet you by the front entrance." I said. Just then, the bell rang, and chemistry was over. I got up and grabbed my notebook, putting it in my bag before grabbing it off the floor and walking out of the class room. I pulled my schedule from my bag and looked it over, seeing that my next class was American history, 1, honors. As I started toward my next class, I noticed the sound of Stiles' voice just down the hall. I turned to see that he was on his phone. "Hey Scott, guess what? I got a date!" He yelled into the phone. I felt myself blush as a smile crept onto my lips. "Stilinski!" Someone yelled. I looked down the hall to see a man walking past me. He wore gym shorts and had a whistle hanging around his neck. I took it that was the coach. I turned my head back to see Stiles looking at the coach. Then, something in my mind clicked. "Stiles… Stilinski?" I muttered, shaking my head. Okay, so maybe his parents were drunk, and on crack when they named him. I looked back at him as he quickly hung up his phone. "Next time I see you on the phone, I take it away and you've got detention for a week." He barked. Stiles saluted the coach as he continued down the hall. Only then did he seem to notice me standing and watching the scene. He opened his mouth as if say something but closed it before he did. I smiled at him, and waved before heading to class.
As I walked into the room, I took a moment to survey who I would be sitting with. I walked up to the teacher and introduced myself to her. She smiled and told me to take a seat. I sat down at a desk and began taking notes on what appeared to be the Salem witch trials. As I scribbled onto my paper, I noticed the hand of the girl sitting next to me shooting up into the air. I looked up as the teacher called on her. The girl's hair was strawberry blond, with a pretty face and interested eyes. "Yes, Lydia?" The teacher said kindly. "I'm sorry, but why are we learning about the Salem witch trials?" She asked, a slight hint of what sounded like sarcasm and agitation in her voice. "Are they not considered an important historical revelation?" The teacher asked. "I can't answer that honestly, because my opinion would be considered subjective. But the be honest, it's the simple concept that the puritans believed those who had their own faith were insane, assumed them to be Satanists, and burned a bunch of innocent people at the stake." She said, folding her hands on the desk. Hmmm. She seemed to have some sort of a point. "While that concept is undeniably correct, it may not be the only aspect of the story." The teacher said. "Who's to say that there wasn't some sort of conspiracy going on behind closed doors? Things people were doing that the puritan rulers disagreed with, that in fact had nothing to do with witchcraft." The teacher said. Lydia sighed absently. "Well yeah, but we have no way of proving that anything like that was true. None of the people in this room are a hundred years old. Other than going by what they say in the text books, conversing about the possibility of a conspiracy is null and void." She said. Now it was the teacher's turn to sigh. "Yes, I suppose it is. But it makes for great conversation."
By lunch, I was exhausted. My mind had reeled away from the subjects I already knew everything about. I ended up staring out the window for the most part. As I walked down the hall to the cafeteria, I sighed, pulling my I-pod from my bag. I put in my ear buds and surveyed the room. I could see the cliques already. Jocks. Nerds. Goths. Loners. Cheerleaders. I sighed to myself, heading out the side door of the cafeteria. I walked around the side of the building, and found myself a seat on a bench. I sat cross legged, listening to my Florence and the Machine playlist. I pulled out my sketch book, along with a pencil, thinking for a moment about what to draw. I looked up at the forest that sat across from the parking lot, drawing it in specific detail on the page. The shapes of the trees. Their height in relation to one another. The brush at the bottom of the tree trunks. After a while, I had a detailed landscape in front of me. "Nice." Some one said next to me. I yanked my ear buds out of my ears, as I jumped in surprise, looking in the direction of the voice. Stiles sat to the left me on the bench- seat. "Jesus." I muttered, my heart hammering in my chest. I looked down at my right hand and saw that my nails had formed long, razor sharp talons. I was thankful he sat on my other side, as my claws shifted back in my regular, human sized nails instead of their previous three inch daggers. I sighed, looking back up at him. "Sorry, you just… scared me." I muttered, shaking my head. "Sorry." He said apologetically. I nodded. "So, watchya got there?" He asked, looking down at my sketch book. I looked down at it. "Oh just… the clearing." I said, gesturing to the forest across the lot. He looked up at it for a moment, before looking down at my paper. "Wow." He said, glancing back up at the clearing. "It's… It's identical." He said.
I looked down, my face flushing. "Thanks." I said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I looked back up at him after a moment. "Oh. You've uh, got a…" He moved his hand toward my face, picking up what looked to be… "An eyelash." He said. "Oh, thanks." I said softly, suddenly feeling the heat rise in my arms. He held the eyelash on his finger, holding it in front of me. "You've gotta make a wish." He said. I smiled, not sure what to with about. After a moment, I knew what I wanted. I wished that… that I wouldn't be responsible for harming Stiles. Full moon or not. I blew the eyelash off his finger and he smiled. "There. Remember, you can't tell anyone either." He said. I nodded, knowing that wouldn't be a problem. Just then the lunch bell rang. I looked up at him. "I've gotta go." I said, gathering my things. After a moment, I took the picture I drew and handed it to him. "Keep it." I said, before hurrying off. "See you after school!" I called to him, making my way inside.