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The last warning bell had rung right as Scott, Stiles, and Isaac sat in their seats. All three of them were panting like dogs (which seemed to be appropriate for two of them) since they had to run from one end of the school to the other. Coach Finstock stared at them with raised eyebrows as they slumped in their chairs from exhaustion.
"I'm not even gonna ask," he said, waving his hand in dismissal, "And you're lucky you guys made it on time or else I would've had-"
"Our asses handed to us," the three boys recited in unison.
"Wow," Coach Finstock chuckled in amusement, "I really need to spend more time away from this school. My habits are starting to rub off on you."
"Glad that you finally came to your senses, Coach," Stiles said sarcastically, giving him a thumbs-up.
"Shut it, Stilinski. Now everyone take out your notes and we'll begin the next chapter."
All the students took out their supplies and then Coach Finstock started his lecture. Stiles was trying his best to pay attention to the lesson, but he still felt extremely tired. Not just from sprinting to class, but also from the previous night's… activities. He turned his head to see Malia writing in her notebook, looking peppy and wide awake. Of course. Stupid were-creatures and their stupid ability to remain alert no matter the lack of sleep they received. Malia must've sensed Stiles's eyes on her because she looked up and gave him a small smile and wave. He returned the gesture- although it wasn't as enthusiastic as hers- and tried to keep up with the lesson.
His chin was resting on his hand and his eyes were threatening to close when the principal came in with a new but familiar someone.
"Students, you will be having a new student joining you today," he announced, "This here is Melody Carson."
Said girl smiled shyly and waggled her fingers. "Hi."
This made Stiles's head shoot up so fast that he lost his balance and actually fell out of his seat. It made a loud noise, causing everyone in the room to turn their heads to stare at him. Coach Finstock pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
"Just ignore him," he told the principal, "This has actually been one of his least awkward moments in this class."
"There's no need to get up," Stiles said when no one bothered to help him, "I'm okay, thanks for asking." He got up, brushed himself off, and sat back down.
"Anyway," the principal continued, "I hope you all will do your best to make Miss Carson feel welcome here. I'll let you return to your lesson, Coach Finstock." Then he left the room.
"Alright, Melody," Coach Finstock said, "Unfortunately, the only available seat is the one next to Stilinski over there. I'm afraid you're gonna have to put up with his antics."
"I take offense to that!" Stiles called out.
But Melody just giggled. "That's okay. I think he and I will get along just fine." She flashed the boy a dazzling smile, making his heart pound madly against his chest.
She made her way through the aisle and smiled at those she made eye contact with. When she reached her seat next to Stiles, the boy got a whiff of her sugary scent, which almost made him fall out of his seat again. He tried to be as discreet as possible as he watched her take out a blue notebook and pen and copy down whatever was written on the board.
Oh, this girl was just too adorable! Melody looked so concentrated on whatever their teacher was saying. Even though she most likely had no idea what the hell Coach Finstock was talking about. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and the tip of her tongue poked out between her lips. It was precious. There were a couple of times when Melody would catch Stiles looking at her, but she would just blush and smile at him.
At one point when Stiles was alternating between taking notes and stealing glances at Melody, he felt something hit the side of his head. He turned his head and saw Isaac pointing to something on the floor. There was a folded-up piece of paper resting by his foot. He picked it up and unfolded it.
Do you realize how creepy you look right now?
Stiles glared at the werewolf and scribbled his response down quickly before throwing it back to Isaac, who caught the paper with ease.
Fuck you, dude. I'm not being creepy. Haven't you ever heard of admiring from afar?
Haven't you heard of you're not even three feet away from her so yeah, you're creepy? was Isaac's response, Just talk to her already.
We're in the middle of class! Stiles wrote back, Coach is giving us a lesson!
Like that's stopped you before.
You are so fucking annoying! But fine, I'll talk to her… later.
Isaac rolled his eyes and crumpled up the note, not even bothering to write anything else. But he did make sure to mouth the word 'pussy' at Stiles before he turned his attention back to his notes. Screw Isaac. Stiles wasn't a pussy! He could talk to a girl. Especially one as beautiful as Melody. But like he said, they were in the middle of a lesson. And Melody looked so focused that Stiles didn't want to distract her. Because she was new, she was already behind on the subject and he didn't want to get her into trouble. So Stiles decided to wait until after class so he could actually have a conversation with her.
Unfortunately, as soon as the bell rang at the end of class, Melody had already gathered her belongings and left. Not without waving at Stiles, of course. He mentally kicked himself for not leaving the room faster because by the time he was in the hallway, Melody was nowhere in sight. And even though Stiles had five minutes to get to his next class, which was just right across the hall, he'd rather not take the risk of looking like a total stalker.
Maybe Isaac was right. Maybe Stiles really was a pussy.
Four classes had passed and it was now time for lunch. Melody had been waiting for this so she could finally call her brother. After the bell rang, the blonde raced out of her science class and found a secluded spot, which happened to be the janitor's closet. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Raymond's number.
"Hey, Mel," he said, "How's your first day of school going?"
"He's here!" Melody hissed into the phone, "Oh my god, Raymond, he's here!"
"Who?" Raymond asked, "Who's there?"
"The boy from my dreams! You remember, right? The boy with the eyes that looked like maple syrup and moles? Well he actually goes to this school! I was looking for the front office when I tripped over the stairs and literally fell into his arms. So far he's in my Econ and history class. And I have a feeling that he might be in my other classes, too." A dreamy look washed over her face as she thought about Stiles. "He's even more beautiful in person."
"Wow," she heard Raymond say, "Did you talk to him at all?"
Sighing, Melody said, "No. I never got the chance to. But whenever we made eye contact with each other, I swear I thought he was going to pass out. Which was kinda odd, but still! I wanna talk to him but every time I think about it, I feel like I'm gonna have a panic attack." She gradually started hyperventilating. "Kind of like right now."
"Mel. Mel, listen to me. Take a few deep breaths and get it all out of your system. You'll be fine. Just go up to him with confidence and strike up a conversation with him. And if he does look like he's going to faint, well, take it as a good sign because he's obviously flattered by you."
"Well, what am I supposed to talk to him about?"
"Uh… the weather?"
Even though her brother couldn't see it, Melody deadpanned. "Ray-"
"I don't know! I've never been in a situation where I've met someone that I've only seen in my dreams. Just talk to him about anything that comes up. What's the worst that could happen?"
"My nerves could build up to the point where I actually puke on his shoes and he'll be so disgusted with me that he'll move to Canada."
"You'll be fine, Mel," Raymond assured her, "But, hey, I have to get going. I have an interview at that coffee shop in town. I'll see you later though, alright? Good luck, sis."
The siblings exchanged goodbyes and Melody hung up. She took a few moments to recollect herself before walking out of the closet. Not expecting to see Stiles blocking her path, Melody squealed when she hit him with the door and her phone slipped out of her hand. Luckily Stiles was able to catch it before it could hit the ground, after fumbling it in his hands a little.
"Holy crap, I'm so sorry!" Melody quickly apologized, "God, you must think I'm an idiot since I keep bumping into you like this."
"Oh, no, um, d-don't worry about that," Stiles stammered, handing the phone back, "If it wasn't you, I'm most certain that I would be the one hitting on you." His eyes widened at his own choice of words. "I didn't mean to say it the way it sounded."
Melody giggled. "I know what you meant. It's okay." She held out her hand. "Um, hi. I'm Melody Carson."
"Stiles Stilinski." He shook her hand.
"You're name's Stiles Stilinski?" Melody asked with amusement.
"It's a nickname," Stiles explained, "No one really knows my actual name. All they need to know is that it's pretty awful."
"I'm sure it's not that bad. But if it's any consolation, I actually like your name. It suits you well."
"Thanks." Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. "So, um, I'm assuming you haven't eaten your lunch yet so would you wanna sit with me and my friends? I promise that they're good people. And they won't bite."
"Yeah, sure," Melody smiled, "I mean, you pretty much sold me with the 'no biting' thing."
"Alright then." And together they walked to the cafeteria. "May I ask what you were doing in the janitor's closet?"
The blonde blushed. "Oh, I had to call my bother and just tell him how I'm holding up. Big brothers. What are you gonna do, you know?"
"I don't have a brother but my dad's the town sheriff so I guess I understand," Stiles chuckled, "But why the janitor's closet?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Melody said, "I don't know. I needed to be in a more quiet space to be able to hear him. These hallways could be very hectic and loud."
"Don't I know it?"
Stiles led Melody into the busy cafeteria. Even though she had brought her own lunch, she was nice enough to wait in line with him as he bought his food, which Stiles appreciated. It was actually surprising how easy it was for Melody to talk to him. He was very chill and easygoing. And let's not forget that he was really funny! Melody would have never guessed that he was freaking out on the inside just being next to her. Stiles mentally pat himself on the back for not looking and/or acting like a total doofus. One point for Stilinski!
After Stiles bought his lunch, Melody followed him out of the cafeteria and outside until he found his friends at their usual spot. The blonde would be lying if she said that she wasn't nervous to meet them. She had never been good at making friends at both her old school and even at the Eichen House. Everyone thought that she was too weird. Luckily Stiles seemed to like her just fine. But she really wanted to make a good impression on the friends of the guy she was smitten over, even though they had just met. Then again, Melody had been having dreams about him for years so it felt like she's known him for much longer. That still didn't make her feel less intimidated.
When they approached the table, everyone immediately took notice of the strange girl hiding behind Stiles.
"Mind if we have someone join us?" Stiles asked his friends, gesturing to Melody.
"No, not at all," Scott smiled, "The more the merrier."
"Cool," Stiles beamed. He sat across from his best friend and scooted over so the blonde could sit next to him. "Guys, this is Melody. She just started school today. Melody, you've already met Scott and Isaac this morning. Also, this is Kira, Malia, and Lydia."
"Hi," Melody waved shyly, "Oh, wow, I wasn't expecting everyone here to be so beautiful. I feel like I'm sitting with models."
"Well aren't you a cutie," Lydia said.
She shot her a smile, which wasn't menacing or fake at all. It was actually genuine. However, Lydia always did enjoy having people shower her with compliments. Huh. Neither Stiles nor Melody were expecting that. But it did calm their nerves a little.
"Thank you," the blonde replied, smiling back.
"So, where did you move from?" Kira asked.
"Actually I am from Beacon Hills," Melody said, "But I had gone to Catholic school for most of my life so that's why you've probably never seen me before. My brother had just graduated from college so he bought a place here so I could live with him and go to school here."
"Catholic school, huh?" Isaac smirked, leaning on his elbows, "What was that like? I bet they were a bunch of hardasses over there."
Nodding her head, Melody agreed. "They were super strict. So many rules. And they even made us wear uniforms with no self expression whatsoever. It was dreadful!"
When she said 'uniforms', Stiles immediately thought of the typical schoolgirl uniform. You know, the ones with the white button-up shirts, plaid miniskirts, and knee-high socks. Boy, would he have loved to see Melody wearing that.
Hey. He was a teenage boy. Sue him.
"I'm assuming you still have the uniform," Isaac wondered, raising an eyebrow. Lydia reached over and smacked his forehead. "Ow! It was just a joke! Calm down!"
"It's okay," Melody giggled, "I know you were kidding. But no, I don't have it anymore. I haven't had to wear it for three years so I grew out of it."
"Three years?" Kira asked curiously, "Were you homeschooled after that?"
"Uh… something like that. It was more like a private study-"
Then Malia interrupted her, which was the first time she had spoken since Stiles and Melody sat down. "That's why you look so familiar! You were that weird girl at the Eichen House that always had this blank look on her face!"
Everyone at the table grew silent. No one knew what to say. The girls looked confused since that was the first time they were hearing about this and the boys were appalled that Malia had brought it up. Melody just resembled a child who had gotten caught stealing from the cookie jar. All that came out of her mouth was incoherent stutters.
"Malia!" Stiles hissed.
Said girl shrugged her shoulders like she didn't know she had done anything wrong. "What? It's true Is there something wrong with that?"
Shaking his head, Stiles turned to Melody with an apologetic look. "I'm really sorry about that. She doesn't really have a filter."
"No, um, it's fine," Melody said, "It's not like I was trying to hide it anyway. But yeah, I was a patient at the Eichen House. I was just discharged on Saturday."
"What were you there for?" Scott asked. He cringed slightly when he thought the question over. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."
"Schizophrenia. It wasn't as bad as my parents sought it out to be but the doctors said when my brother came back home from school, then it would be okay for him to take me out. They thought it would be better if I went with him over my parents."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Scott said.
The blonde waved it off. "Don't worry about it. It's all good now. I'm happy and i'm where I feel I'm supposed to be. Nothing could take this away from me now."
Stiles raised his can of soda. "Well let me be the first one to officially welcome you into our little pack." Everyone except for Melody's eyes widened at Stiles's choice of words and Isaac kicked his shin underneath the table. "Ow!"
"Thank you, guys," Melody said with a smile, not even noticing the boy next to her wince in pain, "That's so nice of you all."
"Of course," Kira beamed, "Like Scott said, the more the merrier. It's always nice to make a new friend."
"Now you gotta tell me what product you use for your hair," Lydia said, "Those curls are absolutely perfect!"
And that led into a conversation about how Melody actually leaves her hair natural. When she said that, Lydia's jaw practically hit the floor. Stiles couldn't help but smile at how well the blonde was getting along with everyone. Except for Malia, but then again, Malia doesn't really like anyone. Anyway, Stiles had a really good feeling that Melody was going to fit right in with their little group.
While the girls were deep in conversation, Stiles felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out to see he had a text from Scott.
To: Stiles Stilinski
Nice choice, dude! She seems like a nice girl.
Smiling, Stiles texted his best friend back.
To: Scott McCall
I know, right? I'm glad that everyone likes her. Even though Malia keeps giving her the stink eye.
To: Stiles Stilinski
I am sensing a little jealousy from her haha! Don't let that get to you. Everyone else likes her just fine so you don't need to worry about that.
To: Scott McCall
At least we now have one more normal person in the group. Should be a great addition.
When Stiles looked back up at Scott, he noticed that the alpha had a grimace on his face as he read the text. That's never a good sign. Stiles watched his best friend slowly type his next message and waited to receive it.
To: Stiles Stilinski
Yeah, about that... Stiles, I don't think Melody's fully human.
Stiles reread the text over and over again with wide eyes and a slack jaw. Unfortunately he wasn't able to respond because the bell had rung. How was lunch over already? It felt like it only lasted five minutes! Anyway, everyone was gathering their stuff together when Kira asked Melody what her next class was.
The blonde pulled a folded piece of paper out of her back pocket. She unfolded it and scanned it over. "Umm... Advanced art with Lancaster."
"Oh, hey, I'm in that class," Isaac said, holding his hand up for a high-five. With a smile, Melody smacked her hand against his.
"Sweet! Now I won't feel like a loner in there." Melody turned to Stiles. "So I guess I'll see you later?"
How could Stiles refuse when she's looking at him with hopeful eyes? He smiled and said, "Yeah. Definitely."
"Great," Melody smiled back, "Umm... I should get going then. Bye, Stiles." After waving goodbye, she walked away with Isaac.
Everyone else also went their own ways. Malia kissed Stiles's cheek before walking off with Kira. He wasn't very pleased with that, but it was just a good thing that Melody had already left and didn't see that. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he had a girlfriend and wasn't interested. Because Stiles was definitely more than interested.
But there was still one more thing he needed clarification on.
After their friends left, Stiles grabbed Scott's arm and dragged him to a spot where no one could hear them. He immediately cut to the chase.
"What the hell do you mean, you don't think she's fully human?" Stiles hissed, holding up his phone and pointing to the text.
"Her scent," Scott said, "There was something off about it."
"Off?" Stiles repeated, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean that I can usually detect whether someone is supernatural or not. Anyone who is a werewolf or kitsune or some sort of supernatural being has a distinct scent. But I can't tell with Melody."
"Well, what does she smell like to you?"
The alpha shrugged his shoulders. "It's hard to tell. She just has this strange sugary sweet smell with a hint of flowers and rain. It's actually kinda nice."
After rolling his eyes, Stiles said, "So you don't know what she is?" Scott shook his head apologetically. Stiles sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Great. There goes our chance of normalcy."
"Hey, don't think like that," Scott said, "It might not be such a bad thing that she's not fully human. She seems nice enough."
"Dude!" Stiles flailed his arms. "Are you forgetting about what happened with Miss Blake? We thought she was like Dorothy Gale or something before we found out she was actually bat shit crazy the whole time! With what we've been through, we can't afford to judge a book by its cover."
"I know that, but Stiles, I honestly don't think we have anything to worry about. I have a good feeling about Melody. And from I've been seeing, she seems to genuinely like you. She seems to like all of us and we like her. I trust her."
"Yeah... I do, too. It might be absolutely crazy, but I trust her, too." Stiles ran his hand through his hair. "I just wonder what the hell she could be..."
His best friend gripped his shoulder and smiled. "Everything will be fine, man. I promise."
"Well look at you, Mr. Sentimental," Stiles chuckled, wrapping his arm around Scott's shoulder, "Spending too much time with the girls clearly has an effect on you. Soon enough you'll be our pack's personal Danny."
"Shut up, Stiles."
Laughter erupted from Isaac and Melody as they walked out of their last class of the day. Melody was telling the werewolf a story from when she and her brother were younger, which was quite hilarious.
"Oh my god," Isaac cackled, "I can't believe that you two actually got kicked out of the zoo. How long were you banned for?"
"Eight months," Melody said, "My parents were so mad at us but I couldn't help it! Those panda cubs were just so cute! I had to go hug them!"
"And when you hopped over the fence, you didn't even think of the possibility of it mauling your face?"
"Nope! All that was on my mind was the pandas. And they were so sweet! It was worth getting in trouble." Melody heard her phone buzz and she pulled it out of her pocket. Her lips fell into a frown as she looked at the screen. "Aw, crap."
"Is everything alright?" Isaac asked.
"My brother just told me that he's held up at this job interview at the local coffee shop," the blonde explained, "He's not gonna be able to pick me up and I don't know how I'm gonna get home."
Isaac's eyes searched around the hallway until they fell on a certain twitchy boy. He was talking to Scott and Lydia by the school entrance. A smirk crept on Isaac's face. He was a genius.
"You know," he said, "I think Stiles over there will be able to give you a ride."
Melody looked over at Stiles. "You think he would be okay with that?"
"Oh, I'm certain that if you asked him right now, he would say yes in a heartbeat," Isaac said, making Melody blush, "Come on."
They walked over to the group and as soon as Stiles laid eyes on Melody, his heart started beating madly. Scott and Isaac heard it and they tried their best not to laugh. But Stiles's face remained neutral to hide his nerves.
"Hey," he said, giving the girl a smile.
"Hi," Melody smiled back, "Umm, this is kinda embarrassing, but my brother's at a job interview right now so he can't pick me up. Do you think you could maybe, uh, take me home?"
Stiles didn't even have to think twice before he said, "Sure, of course. I'll talk to you guys later." They both said goodbye to their friends and walked out of the school.
"Thank you so much," Melody said, "I'm so sorry that I asked at the last minute."
"It's no problem at all," Stiles assured her, "Lacrosse practice was cancelled anyway so I didn't have to stay after school. Besides, I wouldn't want you to have to walk home."
"Yeah, that would have not been fun," Melody laughed, "Especially since I'm breaking in these shoes today and my feet are killing me." She flexed her feet to release the ache. They then finally reached Stiles's jeep. "Nice car."
Raising an eyebrow, Stiles said, "You actually like this?"
The blonde nodded. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
"None of my friends really do. It's all beaten up and sometimes either takes a while for it to start or breaks down. It can be a pain in the ass."
"Well it may not be the nicest car in the world," Melody said, "But it's vintage. I've always loved vintage stuff like this. It has character."
That made Stiles smirk. "Huh. Never thought of it that way. But I'm glad you think so." They both got in the car and buckled in. Then Stiles drove out of the parking lot. "So have you thought about getting your license yet?"
"I haven't put much thought into it. I was only thirteen when I was checked into the Eichen House so I never got the chance to learn how to drive. But I'd like to learn. I can't always rely on people for rides."
Nodding in understanding, Stiles drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "If you want, Melody... I can teach you how to drive."
He almost laughed at how wide Melody's eyes grew. "Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Sure," Stiles said, "I'd like to consider myself as a pretty good driver. So you should learn from the best. I've got some mad driving skills."
God, that was so lame. But Melody didn't seem to think so. After throwing her head back and giggling (which is a sight and sound that was quickly becoming Stiles's favorite), she said, "I'd like that."
"You would?" Stiles asked in surprise. Melody nodded. "Alright then. Yeah, cool. Sweet."
For the rest of the ride, in between receiving directions to the blonde's house, Stiles was telling her about lacrosse and how the game worked. She may not have understood a lot of it, but she did seem to be very interested. Stiles appreciated that. With Malia, she never really cared enough to pay attention. Every time Stiles would try to explain the game to her, she would scoff and say that it sounded stupid. Melody on the other hand looked like she really wanted to learn the details. That was pretty cool of her.
It wasn't long until Stiles pulled up in front of Melody's house. When he brought his car to a stop, she turned to him.
"Thanks again for dropping me off," she said, "Do you need gas money or something for your way home?"
"No, that won't be necessary," Stiles said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's fine. But hey, if you want, until you get your license, I can give you rides to school and back home. My house is just a couple minutes away from here so it would be no problem." Stiles awkwardly cleared his throat. "Again, that's if you want."
"That'd be great," Melody smiled. She picked up his phone from the cup holder and typed something in. About ten seconds later, her phone rang and she put it on silent. "Now we both have each other's numbers. To make things easier, of course."
"Of course," Stiles echoed, chuckling, "So, I'll see you tomorrow morning then?"
"Tomorrow morning," Melody grabbed her backpack. "Bye, Stiles." Then she got out of the car and headed up the front porch.
Smiling to himself, Stiles said, "Bye, Melody." He waited until the blonde was inside the house before he drove away.
During the drive home, Stiles had the biggest grin on his face. It may have just been a car ride home, but he felt happy. He was happy to have finally met the girl he's been dreaming about for the past few months. She was perfect! Sweet, radiant, beautiful... And she wasn't turned off by his awkwardness, so that was a huge bonus. But seriously, what more could Stiles ask for? And the best part about it all was that he might actually have a shot with this girl. It almost made him forget that Melody was not entirely human.
Almost.
Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! PLEASE review and let me know what you think! Also, be sure to check out my other stories, including No One Else which I just updated a few days ago. It would mean a lot to me!
GOOD NEWS! I have started to more stories that sort of coincides with this one, which will be DerekxOC and IsaacxOC. I might be focusing on those and this story and put the other ones on hiatus for just a bit. Maybe. I'm not sure yet. I'm mostly gonna try to do it all at once. Some stories might take longer to update than others, but please have faith in me! I promise you all that you won't regret it!
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