Teen Wolf Imagines

Backflips

It was my first day. I ran my hand through my hair and walked into my class. Who comes into school at the end of sophomore year? Like seriously? Especially in a small town where everyone knows everyone and friends are already made.

I was immediately lost.

I kept my eyes glued to the map in my shaking hands but I couldn't find my way no matter how hard I tried. I ran a shaky hand through my long, straight hair.

Then the worst possible thing happened. I ran into someone. My stuff fell-thankfully only my backpack and map. I snatched my backpack but couldn't grab the map before the person I'd run in to did.

"A map? Really? Just ask for directions," they said. I looked up into gorgeous blue eyes and an amazing jaw. He was glaring at me, a sneer on his face and his dirty blonde hair styled. He had freckles, which was one of my weaknesses. Immediately I was turned off though by his attitude and plain out rudeness to a total stranger.

"I don't know where I'm going. What's your excuse? Not paying attention because I'm looking down makes sense." I sneered back.

"I was distracted," he said, smirking. I raised an eyebrow.

"By?"

"Doesn't matter."

I rolled my eyes and left. "Okay. Whatever."

I continued walking, now paying more attention to where I was going. I sighed, biting my lip.

"I see you met Jackson," another voice said. I looked up. The girl was beautiful. Pale skin, pretty eyes, clear skin, Raven black hair.

"Y-yeah..." I stuttered, nervous. I didn't want another argument-especially with his girlfriend. I mean, why else would she come up to me talking about him. "He's a douche."

She laughed. "He is." She smiled at me, holding out her slender hand. I immediately noticed how effortlessly flawless she was and I hated it. She was even nice. Great. "Allison," she said.

I plastered on a fake smile and took her hand. "Bete," I said.

"How do you spell that? Like... B-E-T?" She asked.

I chuckled "B-E-T-E,"

"Pretty!"

"It's French, I've been told." I chuckled again.

"Cool! My last name is French!"

"Really? Cool." It was hard not to like her. And it wasn't that I didn't. I didn't like how effortlessly gorgeous she was. Genetics sucked.

"I wouldn't talk to her," someone behind me said. I turned around. The boy smirked. "Her aunt is a raging maniac. Died, a month back or so."

Then the boy was leaving. "Ass hole!" I yelled. The boy ignored me.

I hugged and turned back to Allison. She looked at me, shocked. "Thanks."

"No problem. I hate douche bags." I shrugged.

"You have to-" she cut off. "What class are you headed to?"

"Science..." I said.

"Cool! Me too."

We walked to class together, which was thankfully jut around the corner and down the hallway.