The Rising Sun (A Stiles Stilinski/Teen Wolf Fanfiction) [2]

Chapter 3 - Back to School

 I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans--which I found that I own a lot of of--, a black tank top, and a burgundy and cream printed cardigan with black combat boots. I noticed that most of my wardrobe consisted of similar things, namely sweaters, Toms, and boots. I really needed to expand my options. Maybe the Allison that came to visit me in the hospital would be interested in going shopping with me sometime.

 I said goodbye to my father as he wished me luck on my first day back. I sucked in a deep breath as I stared at the large building in front of me and began making my way inside. I glanced around nervously as people stopped to whisper about me as I passed just as I had predicted. Part of me wondered what they were saying, part of me didn't want to know.

 As I came up the steps, I noticed Scott and Stiles talking. Stiles turned to say something to me, and I met his eyes for a short moment. I held my books tighter to my chest and hurried inside. I was hoping to avoid him at all costs today. I don't know what it is, but something feels different about him to me. I can't decide whether to trust him or not, so I've decided to play it safe until I make a choice.

 After a brief amount of wandering, I located the office. I needed them to print me a new schedule as well as show me around the school since I cannot remember where any of my classes are. My father said I've lived in this town my entire life, and here I am having to get a tour of the place because I don't know anything anymore. I'm a new student at a school I've gone to since the beginning.

 The vice principal told me he'd already set me up with someone to show me around. I gave a sigh of relief when I saw Allison walk up to us. Even though I've only talked to her once, and I don't really know anything about her, I feel like she's my only friend. She's the only one who wasn't sad about me when she came to visit. For some reason that made me trust her.

 "Are you nervous?" She asked me as we began walking down the hallways.

 I let out a stifled laugh. "Extremely,"

 She gave me an encouraging smile and we continued the tour of the school. She said that it was ironic that she was the one chosen to show me around considering she's only been here a couple months. Then again, maybe that was all the more reason. She knows what it's like to be the new kid. Although, in my case, I'm more like the old-new kid. 

 As we passed lockers and rooms, it all seemed familiar in a sense. I remember what lockers are for, but I cannot associate them with anything or anyone. I recognize chalkboards and their purpose, but never a specific teacher writing on one. It's all so frustrating.

 She stopped at one of the first doors when we got back down to the first floor. She said that this was our first period English class that we had together. I was thankful that she was in my first class, at least I would have someone to look out for me. We went inside just as the warning bell rang, signaling that students had about five minutes to get to class before they were considered late. Another thing I can remember, although with no personal connection.

 She directed me to what I assumed was my old seat and I sat down as the teacher came over to talk with me. She told me what we were studying, and I remembered it, but only vaguely. I apparently didn't have my homework done that was given on Friday, but she understood. I couldn't remember my own name, let alone to do my homework.

 I glanced over her shoulder and gulped when I saw Scott and Stiles walk in. Stiles looked me in the eye again, but I redirected my attention to the teacher. I still watched them out of the corner of my eye as Stiles sat in front of me, and Scott in front of Allison who was to my right. Stiles ran his hands over the little hair he had on his head as he hung it low over his desk.

 I sucked in a breath and tried not to think about him. The teacher made her way back up to the front of the room and began her lesson as the final bell rang. I know I should have been, but I wasn't paying attention. How could I with every head in the room turning to glace at me every few seconds?