Author notes: Sorry it's short, and sorry that I'm using a lot of dialogue between characters from the show. I'll make Stiles a little different, so don't expect him to be the same as he is in the show. He is more intuative. Also, most of the story will most likely all be in Stiles's point of view. By the way, I still haven't gotten to editing the chapters. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 3: School and Symptoms
Stiles awoke the next morning, exhausted. After getting pain medication for his tender shoulder and headache, he drove to school to meet up with Scott who came on his bicycle. When he met up with Scott, he asked to check the bite to make sure he was okay.
"Dude, I can't believe there was a wolf. There hasn't even been a wolf in California in like 60 years!" Stiles exclaimed, but inside he was worried about the magic he felt. A trace of it was on Scott's bite, and it worried Stiles because that wasn't an ordinary wolf last night.
"Stiles, before I ran into the wolf, I saw something that made me fall down the hill. I found the body."
"You- are you kidding me?" the warlock exclaimed. "Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since -"
A beautiful girl with curly strawberry blonde hair and emerald green eyes passed, posse of friends following her. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia - You look -" The girl walked by without a backwards glance towards Stiles. "Like you're gonna ignore me. You're the cause of this, you know."
He gave Scott an accusing glance, like Lydia not noticing him was somehow his fault. What Scott didn't know was that Stiles was long over his crush. He did previously have a crush on her, just not anymore. After awhile he did it out of habit, plus it was pretty funny seeing him go after a girl way out of his league.
"Uh-huh." Scott replied, looking at Stiles like he was crazy.
"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you." Stiles joked as they walked into the school.
First period was a bore. The teacher, at first, tricked the students into thinking he'd be talking about something other than school. He started by mentioning the body found and a suspect in custody, which was news to Stiles, before switching to the syllabus like a switch.
Stiles wasn't paying attention, practically drooling on the syllabus that outlined the semester. He was about to take a quick nap when he saw Scott looking around, expression confused. He rubbed his ears before looking outside. The warlock followed his gaze, seeing an unfamiliar girl with curly brown hair and brown eyes.
Golden eyes replaced whiskey colored for a second, magic enhancing his hearing.
"Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it. Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, Okay. I gotta go. Love ya." The phone beeped as she hung up. She got up to greet the vice principle before walking inside the school with him. Stiles heard them talking in the hall as they walked.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. So you were saying San Fransisco isn't where you grew up?" his deep voice asked.
"No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family." the new girl replied as they got closer to the classroom.
"Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while. Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." the vice principle spoke as he opened the door and came in, the new girl, Allison, in front of him.
Stiles eyes flashed as he cancelled the spell. He absently translated what her last name meant, silver. Was that too much of a coincidence to what he was thinking Scott was? Or the abnormal wolf with harsh magical energy?
"Thanks." she murmured before taking the empty seat behind Scott.
Scott shyly turned around and handed her a spare pen. Allison thanked him, looking at him strangely. Stiles was too busy trying not to gape like a fish. How? How did he hear her? Stiles used magic, so how did he do that? Did the bite affect Scott like he was thinking he did?
The school day passed normally after that, boring lesson after boring lesson. Stiles took half the day thinking about Scott's freaky bite, and the other half sleeping on the desks.
In the halls between classes, the magic user noticed that Lydia, popular girl with a wicked fashion sense, already started hanging out with Allison. In his opinion, beautiful people herd together.
After school, lacrosse practice was usual, Stiles being in the sidelines. He didn't mind. He already had a hard time focusing on bottling up the energy without playing a rough sport. Besides, he was only on the team to be around his best friend. He was glad he resisted the temptation to use his magic to help further his skill in lacrosse. He got it, he was thin and lanky and clumsy. He didn't want to cheat, and he was proud that he hasn't.
What he didn't expect during the day was Scott's supernatural skills that seem to have been granted to him overnight. He was suddenly like a professional player on the field. God, he knew that the mutant bite affected him! Wolf man infected him with something!
Big bad wolf- check! Bite- check! Creepy, glowing red eyes- check, check, and check! He was obviously a werewolf! He didn't know if he was looking into it too much and watching too many werewolf movies, but it all led to the supernatural. And he hasn't searched too much into the supernatural creatures, but the few he encountered had magical energy flowing through their veins, their very beings.