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"The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple"

-Oscar Wilde

Chapter 3.

"I think I'm in love," were the first words that came out of Scott's mouth as soon as I opened my eyes.

I blinked, surprised that he was still here since usually his first lesson started an hour before mine.

"Congratulations," I murmured, clearing my throat in an attempt to make my voice sound less like I was sick.

I hated mornings, I really did. My thoughts were fuzzy and I couldn't think as fast as I usually did. I would start thinking normally again after a cup of coffee. So, sharing a dorm with Scott who was clearly a morning person was torture. At least at the mornings.

"No, man, I'm serious," he said enthusiastically as he examined his reflection in the mirror. "Yesterday after you left, I went for a walk at the park and I met her there. She was with this other girl and they were arguing about something. Anyway, she was looking for a pen and when she saw me she came towards me and asked if I had a pen and you know what? I had!"

"Wow, I can't believe it," I said sarcastically because seriously? He couldn't wait to tell something like that after I had some coffee?

"Yes," he said enthusiastically, ignoring my sarcasm. "I gave her the pen and she smiled. God, man, her smile was like the fucking sun".

"Thank God it didn't blind you," I murmured, standing up.

"Hey, do you think I need a hair cut?" he suddenly asked frowning at his own reflection.

"Yes, I think you need one," I answered without bothering to look at him. I always thought that his hair were way too long.

I opened my closet and found a pair or black sweatpants and my favorite red hoodie.

"You think?" he asked skeptically. "I think I need some new clothes too. What would she like? Maybe I have too many hoodies. I guess I could buy some dress shirts…"

"Oh, my God stop it," I pleaded when I wore my clothes. "It is way to early for this. I'll go get some coffee and then go at my classes. See you at lunch".

I walked out of our dorm before he could protest, quickly closing the door behind me.

After grabbing a hot coffee, I headed towards my first lesson which was human psychology and –surprise, surprise- I came face to face with agents Erica and Derek.

"What a nice surprise meeting you here," I said with a fake smile.

"Oh, you can't fool anyone, Genim," Erica said with a wide smile. "Why don't you like us? Aww, you hurt my feelings".

I had to admit that they knew how to make themselves look like college students. Yesterday they were all wearing formal clothes like the ones the professors were wearing but no, today they looked more like my age. Erica was still pretty stunning with her long blonde curls and her blood red lips but she was wearing skinny jeans and a pink hoodie. Derek was still silent and frown-y but he was wearing black jeans and a gray V neck long sleeved shirt. I didn't want to admit it but he was kind of attractive.

"Yeah like you have any of those," I shot back, knowing that she was mocking me. "And it's Stiles".

"Genim, Stiles, whatever," She said dismissively. "The point is that Derek over here has the first lesson with you so you two should go together. Allison will be at your second lesson. Okay? Goodbye."

"Oh God, why?" I whined, turning towards Derek. "Um, okay. Let's go. I don't like being late and Professor Brown doesn't particularly like me".

This caught Derek's attention. "What?" he asked immediately. "Why?"

I shrugged as we started walking again. "I don't know," I answered honestly. "I guess he doesn't like the fact that I know more things than him. I corrected him several times this past months"

He nodded, his frown deepening –was it even humanly possible? He should really stop frowning so much "Did you notice a weird behavior or any suspicius moves?"

"No," I told him. "He just likes humiliating me in every possible way but honestly? I don't think that he actually wants to kill me. He doesn't seem like the murderer type".

"You'll be surprised what kind of people end up killing," he murmured and it was the first time that I didn't have a single argument for something.

When we walked into the class I took a seat at the front and Derek sat right behind me. I didn't really feel comfortable with him sitting there but I guess I didn't have a choice. He was here to protect me whether I liked it or not.

Professor Brown started the lesson and everyone started taking notes except for me.

"I see that mister Stilinski doesn't thing that my lesson is important enough to take notes," Professor said with a fake pleasant smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor, I wasn't aware that I had to take notes since I have an eidetic memory and will remember everything you say without writing it," I answered politely, giving him my own fake smile.

He narrowed his eyes but didn't comment. After that he didn't even glance at my direction.

During the whole lesson I could feel Derek's gaze on me and it was making me really nervous. Seriously, did he really expect that Brown would attack me in a classroom full of people? Jesus.

When we were free I literally run out of this classroom. I just couldn't take Derek's stare anymore. I hated when people did that. People always started at me when I said something really smart or when I was working or even when I was eating like they expected me to eat differently like other people.

Of course I wasn't lucky enough because as soon as I was out of there I came face to face with Danny.

"Stiles?" he asked frowning. "I was looking for you. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said breathing heavily. "What were you looking for me?"

"There was another murder," Danny said. "Alisha Snow was found dead half an hour ago near campus".

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