Stiles wasn't shocked of course. A bit taken back, but not shocked. "Why didn't Tommy tell me about you?" Sam shrugged lightly, "Who knows why Tommy didn't tell you? Doesn't matter, we need to stay focused and stop talking about the thing." Stiles frowned, "What thing?" Sam sighed in exasperation, "The thing... Just... Stay in touch, we have different classes-Tommy wants to avoid suspicion. New kid, new school, don't want rumors started."
Stiles nodded once and hurried to his class, he just sat down and the bell rang immediately after. "Ah, Stiles just made it." Mr. Petersburg said turning around. He had blonde hair with blue eyes and a charming smile, no girl was ever late to his class. Ever. "Yes sir." Stiles replied without hesitation, "but I made it." Mr. Petersburg nodded and started class as Stiles tuned out to focus on his own thoughts.
Classes where a blur after that and before he knew it he was in his jeep on the way to the SS headquarters to discuss his first assignment. Stiles saw holographic pictures in the room of relatively the same kid. He had dark brown hair with an almost cold expression, his cheek bones where high and in his school this guy would be hard to miss. Hanging around Scott, Stiles had gotten used to guys with good looks and even used to the fact that most girls only hung around him to get to Scott, but still... This guy was seriously good-looking.
Stiles kept turning and that's when he noticed the only thing different about the pictures where his eyes. "We haven't been able to figure out exactly what color his eyes are." Tommy said making Stiles jump. Tommy hovered his hand over a holographic image, pointing at his eyes. "Even with every picture we've got if this guy, every single picture, we don't see his eyes. It's like he doesn't care if we see his face of body structure... But his eyes." Tommy sighed deeply and ran his hand over his face.
"Rest up, Stiles. You have a long day tomorrow. Stiles didn't argue, he moved up to his new room in the HQ and flopped on the bed.
Stiles tossed and turned until finally he crept out of bed and went to look at the pictures again. In the pit of his stomach he felt like ice had formed, this kids face... Then it clicked. With a small screeching sound Stiles tripped over his own shoe and crashed down onto a display table, sending small displays crashing. Tommy ran in first, followed by his crew. "Stiles?! What the-" in a rapid breath Stiles cut him off, "I know who this kid is. I know him!"