The office receptionist sat sharpening pencils meticulously, blowing each tip. I stand in front of her waiting for the acknowledgement of my presence. "Um... I'm the new girl Nadia Strobos." She tells me to take a seat.

The plastic leather squeaks uncomfortably and I take a look around. A boy sits next to me with scruffy hair and round brown eyes. "You know you have Cornflakes on your t-shirt?"

He contorts his body in a strange way to flick a little orange flake from his shirt. He squints his eyes. "Hey, I haven't seen you around. And I make it my point to know every beautiful girl in Beacon Hills." He adds in a wink for good measure and I blush.

He shakes his head wildly. "Not in a creepy stalker way at all!"

I smile. "Nadia."

"Stiles."