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Chapter two:
"Can I see it?" Stiles asks. That is the first thing he asks Scott as we run up to our other friend. Well, Stiles runs, while I am being dragged behind because of the death grip he has on my wrist.
Scott lifts up his top and shows us the white bandage. I see Stiles' hand reach out to try to touch it, dumbass, but Scott jerks away before he could.
"You don't try to touch it, Stiles," I say, and slap my other friend around the head. "Idiot."
I look at the school, groaning in my mind, knowing I would have to spend the day here before going home. The school isn't much, a big building made of red bricks, windows and doors, and full of students with vast faces. I see Jackson Whitmore's Porsche is already here, meaning that he is already terrorising most of the school then. Jackson is the posh boy, the king of the school and the captain of the lacrosse team. Most girls think he's the dream…I think he's a stuck up dick who needs to calm down. He picks on Scott and Stiles quite regularly. Dick.
"What's up with you, Miss Frowny?" Scott asks, as he picks up his bag from the ground and we walk towards 'hell'.
Stiles rolls his eyes. "She's moody because she fell in the woods and hit her head."
"Are you okay?" Scott asks worriedly.
I sigh. "Scott, I think I should be more worried about you. You had been bitten. I hadn't."
"Yeah, but what happened to you?"
"I obviously got knocked out and had to stay in the woods all night. Not a fun experience, but enough about me." I turn and stop in front of them, which makes them stop. "Do you know what did it?"
"Yeah, I think it was a wolf," He says. Stiles shakes his head, as if saying no, you're wrong.
"No, that's impossible," Stiles states, stepping to face Scott as well.
"I heard a wolf howl," Scott argues.
"No, you didn't."
"I know what I heard."
"Then you are delusional. There haven't been wolves in California for over sixty years," Stiles says.
I offer a weak smile at Scott. "Maybe they have come back. You know, wolves are highly migratory."
They both stare at me if they don't believe I said that. I smirk. Scott then shifts, putting his back pack better on his shoulder before opening his mouth to speak.
"Well, if you don't believe about the wolf, then you guys are defiantly not going to believe me when I tell you I found the body," Scott says, and cringes. He's obviously thinking about this.
I squeal, jumping up and down. "When? Where? How?"
"Easy, June," He replies, holding his hands out as if it's a barrier to stop me with my excitement. "I don't really want to think about it. I'm going to have nightmares for like a month."
"This is the greatest thing that's happened to this town since…" Stiles trails off, seeing Lydia Martin, queen of high school and dating Jackson, coming towards us. I roll my eyes. Stiles has had a crush on Lydia ever since third grade, and she doesn't even acknowledge him. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. You look…like you're going to ignore me." He watches her as she walks past, unaware that he had been talking.
"Aw, bad luck, bro," I say. "Guess you're just to much of a nerd."
"Yeah, well I've been brought down in the nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by two," Stiles jokes.
I shake my head. "Don't ever say that again. Please." I walk towards the school doors. "Come on. Or we are going to be late for first lesson back of school."
"Are we her bitches?" Stiles asks Scott, who shrugs.
"I guess so," Scott replies. They both follow me in to 'hell'.
As the teacher drones on about the syllabus, I'm looking out the window, into the woods, daydreaming about how, if I could, just run away and never get seen again. But of course, as always, there is someone to ruin that dream and this time it's the teacher who is turning around from the board, and looking over in my direction. I don't know this teacher's name, nor does he know hardly anything about me, but I know he hates me. Every teacher hates me. Mr. Harris and Coach Finstock especially. Mr. What's his name slaps something down on his desk, catching every one attention. I jump, which cause Stiles to snigger, causing me to hit him around the head, which causes Scott to start laughing, which makes me laugh. Scott has a very infectious laugh. It's hard not to laugh along with him. You'd think the teacher would think, 'Because they are best friends, let's sit them as far away from each other as possible from each other.' But no, they still sit us next to each other so they have us messing around and being idiots all the time. It's their own fault, not ours.
Just then, interrupting our lesson, comes in the principal, with a dark brown haired girl behind him.
"Students, this is Allison Argent. She's just moved her from San Diego," He says, gesturing to the girl, Allison, behind him. "I hope you make her feel welcome." He then leaves the room, leaving Allison to make her own way to the back of the room, towards the vacant seat behind Scott.
I notice that Scott's staring at her with that look. That look that Stiles wears when he sees Lydia. Does someone have a crush? I slap the back of Stiles' shoulder, and he turns around.
"Look at our boy all grown up," I say, gesturing to Scott giving Allison a pen, and smiling while Allison is blushing like crazy. "And someone has a crush."
Stiles says back, "I think it's because she's hot."
"How do I know if she's hot or not? It's not like I'm a lesbian, is it?"
"You could be."
"But I'm not."
"Good."
I stare at Stiles as he turns around to carry on with his work in front of him. He thinks its good that I'm not a lesbian? What could that mean? Turning on my seat, which is next to Allison's, I put my back to her and stare back out the window for the remainder of the lesson.
When the bell goes, I rush up and walk gracefully towards Scott. He looks up, and rolls his eyes at me. "Don't start."
"What have I done?" I ask innocently. I then grab his cheeks and squeeze them. "Someone has crush. Oh, yes they do. Oh yes they-"
"Miss Kent?" I hear the teacher ask as he is sat at the desk. "You are aware that you are talking to Mr McCall and not a dog, right?"
I nod. "He's my bitch."
And I walk gracefully out the room, to my next lesson. I have a feeling that man is going to hate me for the rest of my lessons with him. Oh, darn.
We are all stood by Scott's locker, looking at Allison with Lydia and Jackson. Well, when I say 'we all' I just mean Stiles, Scott and I are stood by his locker, and HE is looking at Allison. I don't get his obsession with her. I mean, she is pretty but it is like Scott is already whipped and he has just met her. I mean, I look at him now and his expression is like a puppy. He is even leant against his locker, in the 'It pains me to be here' way. Crushes just suck. I used to have one on Stiles, until I lost it when I found out he picked his nose and ate it in five grade.
A girl with dark skin, dark hair and dark brown eyes comes up to us, holding her bag and looking in the direction of Allison, Lydia and Jackson. I think this girl's name is Katy, or Lucy...or Beth...something.
"Can anybody tell me why the new girl is here all of two minutes and she is already hanging out in Lydia's clique?" She asks, turning to us.
"Because she's hot," Stiles answers.
I roll my eyes at my friend's boyish behaviour. I know, I know, he's a teenage boy, but still. "She is pretty. And maybe Lydia just wants to be nice."
"Lydia, nice?" Beth, her name is, says, and nods towards Lydia just to prove a point. "All she's nice for is compliments and popularity." She then nods towards us. "And we are pretty, why aren't we hanging with Lydia?"
"I see your point," I say. Beth is very pretty, but she's is frowned upon by Lydia. Probably because she is prettier. "Plus, who would want to hang with Lydia? She's a bitch."
Stiles glares at me. "They are both hot! Hot people hang out together."
"Everybody's hot in their own way," Beth argues.
"Yeah, do you see everybody hanging around with Jackson, Lydia and their little bitches?" I ask him.
"Why would you want to?" Beth asks. "With Jackson, I mean. He's like a snake."
"Tell me about it," I reply. "Maybe he, like, chomps on snakes when he's at home, or not playing lacrosse." Beth looks at me with a expression full of disgust. "Is this why I have hardly any girlfriends?"
Beth thinks then nods. "I expect so."
I look at Scott, who is still looking at Allison and pining over her. She smiles at him, before walking away with Lydia. Scott looks after her. I slap his arm to get him out of it.
"You've got lacrosse practice," I tell him. "You know, try to get your unrealistic dream of becoming first line!"
We leave Beth fishing through her locker, looking for something, to go to the lacrosse field. Because they both go to practice, they have to go in the changing rooms. So I look for somewhere to sit, and that ends up to be by Lydia and Allison. Allison, I don't mind, but Lydia? Hold me back now.
"Can I sit here?" I ask Allison, pointing to the seat next to her. She nods. "So, Allison, is it?" She nods again. "How you liking school here so far?"
"Well, it's different from San Diego," She says, and smiles. "We had to move because my dad sells fire arm to the police force. We've been moving around ever since I was a kid, so I hope this is the last stop for a while."
"So, your dad's like an FBI agent?" I ask, jokily.
"I wish," She says. She looks at Scott out in the field. "You seem pretty friendly with him."
"Who, Stiles?" I ask, even though I knew she meant Scott. "I think you mean Scott. Him?" I point at Scott.
"Yeah," She says. "He's in my English class."
I nod. "So am I."
"You're June, right?" She asks. I groan at the mention of my name. I hate it. My birthday is in June, and my name is June...haha, funny, Mom! She blames my dad for naming me June, but I know it was really all her.
"Yeah," I say, twiddling my thumbs in my lap. "I hate my name. I think my parents were drunk and thought it be funny to name me after my birth month."
Allison smiles. "It's a pretty name."
"Thank you." I shift in my seat and look up at her. "She being nice and welcoming?"
"Who?" She looks confused.
"Lydia."
"Yeah. Is that a bad thing?"
"It's not a good thing." I gesture to Lydia. "Lydia has always been mean and ignores anyone who is not a jock, or as perfectly perfect as she is."
"She seems nice."
"You've obviously been brainwashed then."
Allison chuckles. "You're funny."
I watch as Coach chucks the goalie stick and helmet at Scott, who looks back at Coach confused. Scott's in goal. Oh crap. The whistle is blown, and it lets out a load squeal before the first person picks up a ball to throw into the goalie net. It goes towards the goal...towards the goal...right in to Scott's face. Everybody laughs, apart from Allison, Stiles and I. I cringe as Scott gets back up and somebody else gets a ball. He throws it and Scott catches it. Then he catches the third one. Then the fourth one.
"He seems like he's pretty good," Allison says, looking at Scott. I don't know who she is saying it to because Lydia is also sat next to her. Lydia looks at Scott with lust filled eyes. Gosh. That girl would have sex with anything that breathes, has two legs and a penis.
"Very good," Lydia answers, and claps a little as Scott catches the fifth ball flying towards him. "Aren't you best friends with him, June?"
I seem shocked she knows my name, but I recover quickly. "Yeah. And Stiles."
"Who's that?" Lydia's nose crinkles in disgust.
I roll my eyes. "My best friend."
"Oh."
Dumb shit.
Jackson then steps up to do his shot. He scoops up the ball in his net, and ran towards the goal before plummeting it towards the goal, towards Scott. I cringe, knowing it's going to hit him...when he caught it.
HE FRIGGING CAUGHT THE BALL! TAKE THAT, JACKSON JACKASS WHITMORE! I jump up and cheer for Scott, like Allison, Lydia and Stiles are doing. OH MY GOD! How did he do that? And why didn't he need his inhaler. I question in my mind. I plan to ask him later.
