Disclaimer: Hey guys here's another chapter hope you enjoy it3 Btw my Spanish is rusty I maybe Puerto Rican but I speak a lot more English than Spanish.

Chapter 2:Lunch Time Confessions and Early Detention

I barely stepped out of the door when I felt Stiles wrap his arm around mine and had dragged me all the way into the cafeteria which was occupied by at least 60% of the student body and I swear I could feel my claustrophobia kicking in.

I sucked in a deep breath and after walking by 40 tables Stiles decides to sit his pretty little ass next to some strawberry blonde at the table all the way in the back, hidden in a corner where Scott and some other people sat; I stood there awkwardly.

Suddenly the conversations died down & the table got quiet.

" Oh my God, maybe I should just walk away and try to find Ella or Charlie I knew I shouldn't have trusted them."

Scott busted out laughing and pushed out a chair waving me over, a signal to sit beside him.

A blush rose on my cheeks from embarassment and I quickly sat on the chair and Scott pushed the chair in for me; What a gentle and I say this quite sarcastically because in science class he tried to eat a butterfly.

Everyone looked at me, some judgmental and some kind but nontheless each and everyone of them were curious as to I, the new girl, was.

Strawberry blonde was the first to dare ask a question.

" Sooooooo where are you from?" her voice was airy and light but I had a tone that warned anyone to not mess with her.

"I'm from Connecticut." I replied

"Oh I've visited there a few times, where from?" She sounded genuinely interested,

"Um, Waterbury, not much to there; it's kinda really boring." And it was true Waterbury was the single most disinteresting place in CT, actually come to think of it the entire state was etrocious.

" Ugh, I know right! I have an aunt who lives there I used spend at least two weeks there every summer and them just them visit all the other relatives who are scattered all around the united states map."

I laughed and she smiled at me, pearly whites showing.

" I like you," She said putting her hand infront of me and I shook it," The name's Lydia Martin, the queen bee in this school." We let go and she looked at a girl beside her, a wavy haired brunette with a distant look in her eyes and I just came to notice that she was the only one who didn't look at me with wonder or kindness or hate she looked…. off.

She was staring into space but slowly her eyes went on me and her left eyebrow twitched up a little bit but then she went into that lost state that she was like before.

A cute curly haired blonde guy spoke next and lets just say I got a little excited at the fact some guy besides Scott or Stiles in this school was gonna talk to me.

The cute guy grinned like as if he read mind and knew what I had thought about and then asked about my scars.

Scars?

Shit, my scars.

I tugged at the sleeves of my shirt but noticed that it wasn't enough so I grabbed my arm warms and slipped them on and tried to avoids the looks.

Even lost girl stopped and looked at me again but there was something in her eyes that recognized. Understanding.

Stiles stopped eating his sandwhich mid-way and his face went from a scowl into a sympathetic look.

But I knew the truth behind it, it was just pity.

I hated pity.

Stiles reached for my hand but the bell rung I pushed myself away from the table and ran out of the café into the girls bathroom.

Talk about saved by the bell.

The entire day I was trying avoid Stiles and the others but it was kinda the last straw when stiles came into social studies and stared lecturing me in front of the class and the got us detention.

And now here I am sitting beside him with him rubbing my uncovered wrists, no talking, just total and utter silence and a few kids from the lunch table (Such as scott, that spacey girl who's name was Alison, Lydia, Cute Curly haired Issac, Buff Boyd and slutty yet loveable Erica . Oh and Danny too.) were there too but they left us alone in our own little world .

I got tense.

The library doors slammed open and our detention teacher, , looked up but I already knew who it was.

Layla walked in, her heels clacking behind her.

She stood in front our table,

" Que te pasa? Tu no puede abar que los sotoros estamos pasando la muerte de Kristoph? It's your first day and you already have detention!" She screeched at me.

I buried my head in my hands.

FML.

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