A/N: Still don't own any of the precious angels from Teen Wolf. Just Percy. Sorry if this chapter is a little strange. R&R!
Sliding into a seat next to the window in the classroom I pull out my binder and look at the clock. Only 6 more hours. Only gotta get through 6 more hours without embarrassing yourself further. The classroom had pretty much filled up as Stiles and Scott wandered in, Stiles waving his hands frantically at Scott trying to explain who knows what. Of course. Why wouldn't they be in my homeroom, it's not like I haven't already embarrassed myself enough. I glanced around the room and notice that only three seats are left open, the one in front of me, and the one to my right, and the one diagonal from me. I groan and put my head on my binder as Stiles captures the seat in front of me and Scott the one next to him. What did I do to piss you off gods?
Our teacher walked into the room and started writing on the board. I lifted my head just enough to see what was going on and managed to catch Scott's eye.
"Hey." He leaned slightly closer as he whispered without making it obvious. "You are the girl from outside. Are you okay?"
I just nod as Stiles spins around quickly to look and see who his friend was talking to.
"Are you new here?" His voice urging me to actually form a sentence. I close my eyes briefly and take a deep breath before shaking me head.
"No… I…." I crinkle my nose as I look up at his eyes. Oh they are such a pretty brown. No stop Percy don't get distracted. Answer his question. I take another deep breath before continuing, "No I've been in the same class as you since second grade." His eyes widen as I finish.
"Oh? Really? Well I'm glad you're okay. I'm Scott." He smiles at me.
"Ummmm….. Persephone…. Actually…. No…. just Percy." I stumble over a few words but he just continues smiling before turning back towards the front. I glance to make sure neither of the boys are looking before I let a grin take over.
The teacher was still had his back to us when he started to speak. "As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." I straighten up as he says this and notice Scott peek over at Stiles who starts laughing under his breath. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody," The teacher finally turns to face us. I raise my eyebrows and glance at Stiles, who I know is the Sheriff's son. "Which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester." I scoff and pick up the piece of paper in question. I'm fairly certain you and me are the only ones who read the syllabus teach. Everyone else in the class groan in unison. See what I mean. I grin slightly as I read what we are doing this semester.
The door to the classroom opens and everyone's head shoots up. One of the other teachers walks in followed by a brunette girl whose eyes are fixed on the floor.
"Class, this is our new student" The teacher smiles briefly and nods at the girl, "Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." The girl looks around the room as she walks back to the only seat available and her eyes stop briefly at me and I offer a smile.
As she slides into the seat next to me I run through the conversation I had last night with my mom. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try and make friends. All you have to do is say hi without messing up. How hard can that be? Just as I'm about to lean over and whisper to her Scott turns around and hands her a pen. NOPE! Abort mission abort! I swivel my head back to my papers and pretend to be engrossed in the syllabus again.
"Thanks." I hear Allison whisper to Scott right before he turns back towards the teacher.
"We will begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page 133." I pull my book out and muse at the title. Metamorphosis….. That's what I need in order to make friends. I sigh and glance at Allison right as she looked toward the windows.
"Hi." I blurted out without thinking. What are you doing you weirdo? She probably doesn't want to talk to you. Let her look out the window in peace. She smiles at me before replying. "Hey."
The rest of class was extremely uneventful with everyone in the class trying to avoid reading, and the teacher trying to convince us it would be fun. As soon as the bell rang everyone jumped quickly from their seats and were out the door before the teacher could say anything. I gathered my things and headed out to my locker. Turning the combination I kept my head down and let my hair hide my face. The door to my locker opened with its normal squeal, it had been doing that since I got it. Grabbing my textbooks I felt a presence at the locker next to mine and peeked through my hair to see Allison trying to get into the locker beside mine.
"Hey." I sighed out. "Ummmmm…. Welcome to Beacon Hills by the way."
"Huh? Oh, thanks." She grinned pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're the first one to say that…. Well outside of the teacher earlier." She switched a few things from her locker out and looked around the hall before turning back to me. "Hey…. Can I ask you a question?"
Before I could answer the click of heels appeared behind me.
"That jacket is absolutely killer." Lydia's voice wafted up to my ears and I spun around so quickly I almost gave myself whiplash. "Where'd you get it?" She pointed at Allison's jacket in question and I unfroze. Of course the queen bee was not talking to me. Close your locker and walk away. I turned back around grabbing a few more things out of my locker.
"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison explained hesitantly.
"And you are my new best friend." Lydia pointed a perfectly manicured finger and her with a knowing grin. I hear her gasp as someone else steps up, "Hey, Jackson."
Oh god. I groan and stick my head further into my locker. I could feel Allison looking at me but thankfully she doesn't say anything. Don't get me wrong I didn't dislike Jackson or anything, I mean he was best friends with Danny, how bad could he be? But he was also captain of the lacrosse team and his parents were practically richer than god. I just didn't like being around him, he kind of gave me the creeps.
"Are you okay?" Allison whispers over to me as sounds of Jackson and Lydia kissing come from behind me.
"Yeah." I turn towards her and force a smile.
She snickers lightly, "Are you sure because you look like you are ready to run."
"I do?" I try and make my smile more convincing. Then Lydia releases Jackson and turns back to Allison.
"So, this weekend, there's a party." She leans against Jackson.
"A party?" Allison politely asks in return.
"Yeah. Friday night. You should come." Jackson interjects.
"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday." Allison quickly responds as I search for any way to get around the couple behind me. "Thanks for asking."
"You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson's smile can be heard in his voice.
"You mean like football?" Allison asks innocently. I scoff into my locker earning a glare from Allison and a glance from Jackson.
"Sorry." I mutter, smiling slightly at her.
"Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse." Jackson laughs under his breath. "We've won the state championship for the past three years."
"And he will tell you all about it if you let him." I grumble towards Allison, getting frustrated that I'm trapped.
"Because of a certain team captain." Lydia says completely ignoring me and playing with Jackson's hair.
"Well, we have practice in a few minutes." Jackson nods in the direction of the field. "That is, if you don't have anywhere else….."
"Well, I was going to ….." Allison looks at me quietly begging for help.
"Perfect. You're coming." Lydia grabs her hand and starts to lead the way.
"Wait." Allison stops and with her other hand grabs my arm. "I'll go if she does."
My eyes bug out as all three pairs of eyes land on me. "Wha…. I…. n… wh…."
"Fine she can come." Lydia sighs and flips her hair before heading off again.
"Sorry." Allison says not letting go of my arm.
"It…. It's okay." I tilt my head at her. "But why me? I mean you are Lydia Martin's" I raise my hands for air quotes, "'best friend'. Not exactly in her wheelhouse."
"She intimidates me a little." Allison answers taking a couple steps forward and then waiting for me.
"She intimidates everyone." I respond slamming my locker shut and then following her to the field.