New Chapter! Just so you know, the first point of view is Stiles, in case you get confused and he just moved to Beacon Hills with his dad
He wasn't a particularly talkative person, maybe he might've been, if it hadn't been for the stupid accident that inevitably led to more and more pain and misery than he and his father could deal with. He just never felt like there was anything to say, nothing he said would change things, change his life, change his face, change his scars.
So no, he wasn't a particularly talkative person, needless to say it didn't stop him from hissing and biting out little sarcastic barbs designed to make people feel miserable.
Not that he did it to anyone worth respecting, just to those select few idiots who thought pitying the scar-face would help them clear their dirty conscious's somehow, or the others who thought picking on him would do any better.
Basically, he was horrible to anyone who wasn't his father and tried to talk to him. What? He needed to have some fun, plus it's not like people treated him any better, human's were naturally selfish and menacing, if not a little stupid.
Obviously he didn't count the Stilinskis, him and his father were basically broken shells and so were not included in this accurate profile of man-kind, duh.
Anyway, as he was thinking, human's were dumb and inconsiderate, mostly doing things without thinking it through and rarely with good intentions that didn't do something for themselves, this woman was a prime example,
"Aaaah Mr Stilinski," She regarding him with a small sweet smile on her overly glosses lips, trying hard not to let her eyes linger on his scars for too long before glancing down at her clip-board nervously, "Welcome to Beacon Hills High School, my name is Principal Doris" she says, still trying hard not to make eye-contact "We hope you feel at home and at ease here and make many friends" the principal clears her throat, her gaze flashing crazily all over the place before holding a hand up towards the door, silently beckoning them to leave her office so they can begin the tour, he gets up lazily with his father, who had a protective arm on his shoulder, which he shakes off easily, a cool calculating gaze following the head-teacher, who in turn looked even more uncomfortable.
"You aren't the most professional teacher are you?" He enquires calmly, to which his father smacks him on the arm in warning, face alight with alarm,
"Son" He regards sternly, moving an apologetic smile to the principal,
"No that's okay" She assures, her face alarmed, probably because she figured the boy would fall apart at the slightest touch, and there goes dad full on smacking him, "I suppose not, I am quite new at this job, I've only been head teacher for 2 months" She answers
"Or it could have something to do with the fact you don't know how to treat someone like me"
Let's just say the tour didn't go well, but it was her own fault, she was sweating so much it even over stank the overpowering perfume she absolutely reeked of. Some would say he exaggerates , his therapists thinks he's just taking it out on others because he didn't want to deal with his own problems, but he knew that wasn't true, he dealt with his problems just fine, other people were the problem, treating him differently and making his life considerably worse. Some days he just wants to lock himself in his room and never come out, which is never the case, especially today on his first day at Beacon Hills High School where it's a wonder it was still open seeing the death-rate in that town was really alarming.
Scott's POV
Scott was just going about his normal day, he had woke up this morning the same as any other day, threw on his clothes and boarded his motorbike with the same groggy morning tiredness, he had deposited his bag in his locker only to share a lovely kiss with his girlfriend Allison, trying to ignore the longing gaze it brought out of Kira, he had patted Isaacs shoulder with a quick 'See ya' to the others and then proceeded to go to his first class: Chemistry.
Despite Mr Harris's sudden 'retirement' Chemistry was still a lesson to dread, probably because of the new teacher, who was even more insufferable than the last (if that were even possible). Her name was Mrs Fork and she was horrible.
Which was probably why she was watching the new kid with thinly veiled disgust evident on her face, Scott couldn't really see the new kid but he was sure it couldn't be that terrible, he could see a dark head of hair and a thin lean figure dressed in jeans and a black hoodie, but not his face, which was apparently so disturbing people were either openly staring or avoiding his gaze. Scott glanced at Isaac worriedly before entering the classroom.
Mrs Fork didn't even comment on him being late, she was apparently having a heated argument with the new kid.
"Do not try that snarky behaviour with me young man, unless you want a weeks' worth of detention" She hissed angrily, her face turning red and a large vein threatening to pop on her forehead
"All I did was inform you calmly that I prefer not to be presented like a dancing monkey in front of the class to introduce myself whilst sharing with them 'one thing about myself'. I doubt anyone would want to know about where I come from or what my father does for a living" He bites out icily
"Why you..." She growls, starting to grow purple as she mumbles incoherent obscenities under her breath.
"Now if you lack the brain cells to finish your sentence, I think I might just find my seat" And finally the new kid turns around to find his seat, giving everyone the perfect view. Scott had to stifle a gasp, the boy had large whiskey eyes and pale skin, but that wasn't what caught Scott's attention, it was that half his face was covered in hideous burn scars starting from just below his hairline to below his collar line where no one can see.
The boy, obviously aware of the stares, walks confidently down to the end of the classroom and stares expectantly at the teacher, who is slightly less red-faced than usual.
She doesn't send the new-kid to detention, and Scott might think it could have been because she pities him, but that would have to mean she had a heart. Then again, it's hard not to feel sorry for a boy with a face like that.
Lydia's POV
Lydia had heard all about the boy with the burn scars from Scott and Isaac and so was not overly shocked when he showed up at the cafeteria at lunchtime. He was alone and proceeded to walk to the farthest most vacated table at the end of the hall where he opened his copy of 'The Maze Runner' of all things.
He seemed to be alone, was the first thing Lydia thought and after glancing at Allison, realised she had reached the same conclusion. A muted nod from her was all Lydia needed and they both stood, making their ways to the new boy's table, ignoring the questions from the rest of their friends.
"Hey, my name's Allison and this is my friend Lydia" Lydia allowed Allison to take the lead, since she was the nicer one and always appeared the least threatening.
The boy glanced up from his book calmly, regarded them with a rise of one dark eyebrow, the one on the clear unmarked side, "I would offer my name, but I doubt you'd be able to pronounce it" he drawled, letting his eyes wander back down to his book.
"Yes, well we heard about your little fight with Mrs Fork" Lydia tried, a small amused smirk on her lips at the thought of the horrible chemistry teacher speech less.
"Aaah, so that was the name of that woman, and here I thought I would have to call her Bitch for the rest of my life" Allison and Lydia both snorted, amused and liking the new guy more and more already. Lydia was sure after a while she'd get used to the scars, no matter how painful and disturbing they looked.
"We call her Bitch anyway" Lydia retorted, and he glance up, regarding her thoroughly and then let a small smile play at his lips
"Makes sense" he finally said
"Yes well, we were wondering if you wanted to sit with us" Allison asked innocently, smiling a sweet innocent smile down at him
"Thanks, but I'd rather not" He went back to his book, all previous warmth stripped from his speech as he turned the page with stiff robotic fingers.
"Why not?" Lydia enquired defensively
"Because I don't want you pitying me and thinking you have to be my friend because of some kind of moral obligation" he answered coolly, glancing up at them for a second, a small flash of longing in his eyes before it's gone and he's back to his book.
Lydia however caught it and was determined to get this guy to sit with her, "We're not doing this because of some moral obligation, we heard what you did to Mrs Fork and figured you're a cool guy" She said
"I don't know" He answered unsurely, staring up at them warily
"Please" Allison pleaded "I haven't met anyone who might even be snarkier than Lydia, it's be cool to have someone who can keep her at bay with some spiteful bickering"
"I'm sorry, but no" He apologised, a small regretful glint to his eyes although his lips were set in a firm line.
"Alright" They gave in reluctantly, not wanting to push this guy out of his comfort zone "Can we at least get a name, maybe not your unpronounceable first one, but what about a last name"
"Stilinski" He said
"Stilinski huh" Allison smiled "I think I'll call you Stiles"
Tadaaaaaaaaaaa I know Stiles isn't really Stiles-ey but just you wait! This was kinda slow pace and boring so I'll try and add more interesting points next chapter, maybe some whump or angst because lord knows I love both of those things
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