"Well, I'll leave you two to it then," Stiles smiled and turned to walk away, but not before calling after him, "make sure you're in the lunch hall at 9 for breakfast!"

Once he was gone, the building seemed to become eerily silent. It was just us two, no one else, just me and him and his bare chest and I can already feel my face heating up and blushing because I have no idea who he is but he's beautiful and I just…ugh. He really was cute though, he was tall, taller than me at any rate, and extremely thin – like his skin looked like it was just stretched across his bones and there was nothing else to him. His hair was light and curly on his head and fell in front of two crystal blue eyes; god he looked perfect.

We stood there for a moment or two longer, just staring at each other awkwardly before Isaac's face tinged the lightest pink colour, "oh! Oh right yeah, you're going to want into the room, yeah, sorry oh my god," he rambled and took a few steps back to let me in.

"It's fine," I smiled broadly at him as I stepped forward into our room, my suitcase in tow behind me. It was a really small room, the walls were painted white, the floor was grey and there was one single window about five feet above the ground. It was dreary I'll admit, it had a very hospital-feel about it (no shit Scott) and I already, really really wanted to go home. Even the beds were white; I say beds but really they were just two metal sheets with a white blanket over them, packed so close together that there was literally no room to walk between them.

The only thing in the entire room that wasn't white or metal (even the drawers at the opposite end were metal jesus fucking christ) was the single poster above one of the beds, I had no idea who it was - 'Kids In Glass Houses', was it a band? I don't know, I've never heard of them in my life.

"I've just realised," Isaac chuckled, snapping me out of my intense observation, "that we've literally just met and I am almost completely naked, I'm sorry. Talk about first impressions."

I laughed with him, really I wasn't complaining because he was really fucking attractive and the only clothes he had on were a thin pair of boxers - not complaining at all. Although, the scars littering his arms and legs did freak me out a bit; but they were his business not mine, so I wasn't going to ask about them.

He smiled at me, eyes focused on a spot on the wall behind me as he passed, before tugging the top drawer of the dresser open and pulling out what looked like jumper and a pair of jeans. He pulled them on, the material just hanging from his limbs which made him look even thinner than he was, seriously he looked like he was drowning under those clothes. The guy really needs to put on some weight wow.

Once he was dressed he turned around to me and offered another small smile, "I assume you'll want to unpack first, then like… I can show you around the place if you want?"

I shook my head, lips pulling back to reveal my teeth as I grinned, "Mr Stilinski already showed me around, it's fine."

"No I mean like, introduce you to everyone," he corrected me, "we're all friends here pretty much seeing as that there aren't many people here in the first place. There aren't as many crazies in Beacon Hills as you might think!"

"Oh!" I blushed, "yeah, yeah that'd be cool, let's do that."

Once I had unpacked my small suitcase, Isaac and I set out into the rest of the hospital. I don't know what's wrong with me, like, he was amazing already, I could tell that I wanted to be his friend the minute I saw his face. He was nice, chatty, I don't know. Of course, the minute that we stepped foot outside the bedroom his 'chatty' dissolved instantaneously. He explained to me though that seeing as it was really early in the morning, there weren't going to be many people awake, just Lydia. Whoever 'Lydia' is.

After a few minutes of walking through the twisting corridors we entered what I remembered as the entertainment room. It didn't seem to be very entertaining regardless of the name, I mean there was a large TV sure, a few sofas, a table with a chess board on it but that was really it, not very entertaining. It was also completely empty apart from myself and Isaac, and also a girl.

The girl was sitting on one of the sofas further from the door, she had one leg stretched out in front of her while the other was closer to her chest, a magazine balancing on top of it. She looked kind of intimidating if you asked me; her hair was a bright red colour that fell to just below her shoulders, it matched the colour of the sweats she had on – red. She didn't really look like the kind of sweats-wearing-girl though, maybe she's on her period.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I heard the magazine pages close and her eyes snapped up to where we were standing. "You're up early," she stated, well it sounded more like a question anyway.

Isaac shrugged, eyes locked on the floor below the sofa. Obviously she was going to get no conversation out of him. "Who's this?" she asked the pair of us and turned around in her seat so both feet were touching the ground; she pursed out her lips and raised an eyebrow cheekily. No thank you. I'm okay.

I opened my mouth to reply but Isaac quickly cut me off, "Scott," he said quietly, bringing his gaze up to look at me, "this is Scott. Scott, this is Lydia. She's got OCD."

Lydia scoffed, rolling her eyes, "yeah let's go shouting our disorders from the roof shall we?" she snarled before turning her attention to me, "I bet he hasn't told you what's wrong with him? Of course he hasn't."

"Ladies please," a voice said from behind us. Isaac and I turned around to see who it was (not that I would know of course), it was a boy around the same age as me, he was tall, muscular, blonde hair, sunglasses hanging from his shirt collar, looked like he drove a really expensive car. You know your typical asshole, right? "Fight some day when I'm not here."

Isaac grimaced and turned to walk away, but not before he was violently thrown out of the way by a small, red force.

"JACKSON!" Lydia screamed and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily.

"Hey babe," 'Jackson' smirked, "miss me?"

I looked over at Isaac who genuinely looked like he was about to vomit. My want to stay here is slowly shrivelling away. I want to go home.

Not too sure on my opinion of this chapter, I wrote it really quickly while I was waiting for my friends to come out of their exam so. But yeah next chapter will be Sterek I promise xx