Chapter 3
Okay. Time to face the crowd Aiden. Just do it. So I got out of my car and locked it. Barely anyone was outside, even with fifteen minutes till the bell. I made my way back up those high school steps and opened the doors. Everyone stared at me, and then started walking again. I knew the girls would hate me, so I wasn't expecting to make any friends, as usual.
I looked around the lockers, looking for No. 2713. To my left was NO. 2699, I walked along the hall till I found it. It was located near the girl's bathroom, very convenient. My new combo was 25-55-32. I rotated the dial two times clockwise, to the first number. Then, one time counter-clockwise to the second, immediately next to the last. It opened like magic. Maybe there was a little bit of help from it, but not entirely. I shoved my books inside of it, then my bag. I pulled out my schedule before I shoved it in. I had Chemistry with Mr. Harris. Great. Now all I have to do is find it. I go to the office and smile, there are those two boys who were outside the jeep on Saturday. I open the door and go ask the secretary,
"Um, hi. I need some textbooks." I hand her my schedule. She looks tired of this job, constantly dealing with teenagers in her late life. She sighs and goes into the back. I tap my fingers on the counter top, trying to figure out what those two boys are talking about. I turn around and see them staring at me from outside the office. I smile and wave. The one named Stiles waves awkwardly, while Scott pulls him away with a smile. I turn back to the counter and jump. Gerard is staring at me from his office, I clench my jaw. I turn away hastily and see the secretary come back with my books. I thank her and hurry out. I return to my locker and see Scott, Stiles, and two girls; one with raven hair and the other's red as fire, near it. They are talking to the red-haired one. I open my lock, and put all the ones I do not need away. AS I go to close it, I groan. In my haste to get out of Gerard's stares, I forgot to ask where the Chemistry room is. I can hear the red-haired one talking, but no one else is, so I take the opportunity,
"Hi, I'm new and was wondering if any of you can point me toward the Chemistry room?" I ask. I lean against my locker, waiting for an answer. The red-haired one stares at me,
"Just come with us," she points at the clock, which shows the bell is about to ring, "we're headed there now." I smile in thanks,
"My names Aiden. I know who you two are," I nod toward Stiles and Scott. Scott gets a dirty look from the raven haired. She smiles back at me,
"I'm Allison Argent, this is Lydia Martin." I smile. I catch myself asking why, why am I smiling? I don't need to make any friends, but I walk with them to class. I learn that Lydia is the top student at this school,
"Really? I haven't met anyone else who gets bored with advanced Spanish either, so I took Latin. I have it here in fact," Lydia purses her lips, which I have assumed she does a lot.
"Well, I guess we will be in class together," she says. We reach the lab and I sit away from them, knowing I'm not wanted, as usual. A boy with brown hair and a constant smug smile sits next to me, and it hits me again. Wet dog. I shuffle away from him and notice I can smell it more powerfully, there are more here than I expected. The girl with blonde hair, the one which all the guys are flocking around for the empty seat next to her. I look back the wolf beside me, to see him watching me. I decide to introduce myself,
"Aiden," I say with a smile. He has a cute smile,
"Isaac." He says. I smile and see the teacher come in. He looks like a lonely one, who can't land a date because no girl would give him a second glance. A part of me felt bad for him, but it disappeared as soon as it was there. Part of the bargain.
"Well class, we seem to have a new student. At this time of the year, I do not know why," he looks down at my papers in his hands, "Seems she is an honours student, Aiden Lark." He looks around, I wave up and smile,
"Here." I say. He looks at me, stares like every man does,
"Oh, ah well we will have to catch you up," I shake my head,
"I'm actually ahead. I got ahead back home in Tofino." He nods,
"Well good because we can use your help with some of our helpless cases," he stares at Stiles and Scott. Stiles has a 'what?' look across his face. I smirk, he catches it and returns a confused one. I'm confused too. Why did I laugh? I should have no human emotions what so ever, "So I ask you if you will switch seats with Mr. McCall and work with Mr. Stilinski on our up and coming project." I nod, still lost in thought and pass Scott and sit next to Stiles who has a confused look. I frown, It can't be coming back, could it? No, just a part of my selfish, soulless shell. I remove the thought from my mind and concentrate on what Mr. Harris is planning,
"…project is a study group between you and who you are seated with. It is an end of the year exam, very difficult," he walks around the front of the class with a stack of booklets in his arm. He passes them out the each couple, I hand one to Stiles, "and I expect you to study, to get marks for this project you will have to turn in a sort of journal of what you have done." I hear Stiles groan in pain, I doubt he can even study.
"So to start off, we are working on Acids and Bases. Identify the pH number of each acid or base placed in front of you by adding the pH solution to the so called acid or base." He leaves us with those instructions and I put on my goggles and glasses, tired of this lab. I had the pH scale memorized by now. Stiles fumbles with his glasses,
"You okay there Stiles?" He jumps at his name from my mouth,
"Oh, yeah, yeah. Fine." HE gives me a thumbs up. We start the lab.
I find Stiles very easy to talk to, we talked like normal people, about classes here, tachers, and of course the PE teacher,
"…He's actually good at his job, just has a bad case of sarcasm." I give a light laugh and squeeze a drop of the indicator. Stiles stops, I frown at him. He shakes his head,
"Sorry, people don't usually get my humour." He says,
"Well, I haven't had anything to smile or laugh about in a while," Shit! Shouldn't of said that! Now he's going to ask why, and sure enough,
"Really? Why not?" he asks. May as well talk to him, it has nothing to do with what I am.
"Well recently, my family was killed." He chokes on air, and is obviously shocked.
"Wow, sorry about that. Well, you must have more somewhere," I sadly shake my head,
"No, they were all in the house when it burned. A family reunion, I may have my older brother, but I do not know," I had never told anyone this, and I had just met this boy. Why would he even care. I point at the deep blue one, "That one is a about a nine, meaning it's a base." I write it down and look at the next, "About a ten." And continue to write,
"Aiden, " I look behind me and see Allison and Lydia listening. I don't mind, at least they'll have someone to gossip about, "Do you really not have any family left?" I nod,
"Yeah, none left. Oh, I do have my Cala, my cat, who has been with me since a year before they died." That was bullshit, I have had her since way before. Stiles nods in remembrance,
"The cat who doesn't like Scott," I nod,
"Yeah, her. She really doesn't like people. Not even me sometimes." She didn't, whenever I would do my witchcraft, she would go and hiss at me. She was an awful witch's cat. Lydia seems sincere now, from after knowing that,
"You know we have a counsellor, if you need to talk to anyone." Says Stiles. I hold in a laugh. A shrink.
"Oh, I think I'll be fine." I reply. Stiles still watches me,
"She is good though, Ms. Morrell. She has talked with Lydia and myself. Separately of course," he adds hastily. I frown at the name. Morrell. My eyes lighten. Morrell! Then my attention perks back at how he looks at Lydia. I know that look, I had it once. He loves her, but she is the forbidden fruit so to say. I glance at Stiles' work as he cleans up the mess, a couple are wrong,
"Stiles, these are wrong," he looks at them. Then back at mine, he bits his lip,
"I guess they are." And he erases them,
"It's a seven, not a three. A base." He nods, then shakes his head,
"Why?" I smirk,
"Because, it has a bluish twinge to it. That eight, is a zero, because of its deep red colour." He writes them down,
"That makes sense now. I think this is going to be a good partnership." He smiles. I return it and pack up my books and head off to my next class.
As the day drags on I notice Lydia and I have the exact same classes. Strange. I know Gerard has something to do with this, to get me close to her. Why though? As the last class comes to an end, Lydia tells me she has to go to the guidance counsellor,
"…when I got lost in the woods. They want me in there every week on Mondays. What do you have?" I look,
"Free period." She smiles,
"I shouldn't be long; you can go in the library if you want." I head off toward the library, but of course get lost without Lydia's guidance. I turn a corner and run straight into the Isaac boy. Yeup, Wolf. My books fall to the ground, notes spreading across the floor.