Soulmates

Y/N's secret

Y/N's P.O.V

I walked into the cafeteria and joined the lunch queue behind Allison and a guy. Allison spotted me and smiled.

"Y/N, hey." She spoke.

"Hey." I spoke. She smiled before grabbing the guy in front of her.

"This is Scott, my boyfriend, and hopefully your new friend." She chuckled.

"It's nice to meet you. Y/N, right?" he asked.

"That's the one. Nice to meet you too." I smiled. He returned it as we got our food and went to sit down. Scott sat next to the boy who had been looking at me in the library.

"Um, Scott." Allison chuckled awkwardly.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking up at us.

"Do you want to maybe sit next to me?" she asked, looking between me and the boy. His eyes widened slightly and he nodded.

"Oh, yeah, my bad." He chuckled, sliding his tray so that it was opposite the other boy's. Allison smiled at me as she put her tray next to his, leaving the seat next to the boy for me. I put the tray down, making the boy look at me. His eyes widened, his mouth stuffed with curly fries. I smiled at him as I sat down. He tried to smile but it was difficult with the fries. I chuckled at him as he quickly chewed, washing it down with water.

"Hey, I'm Y/N." I spoke.

"Stiles, nice to meet you." He smiled.

"Stiles? That's your name?" I asked. He paused.

"Well, no, but no one can pronounce my real name." he chuckled.

"What is it?" I asked. He opened his mouth to speak before squinting his eyes and shaking his head.

"It's odd...and very long, confusing, unpronounceable, and Polish." He nodded. I laughed, making him smile. I looked at him, only just noticing how beautiful his eyes were. They were a gorgeous whiskey colour and seemed to shine brighter than anything that I'd ever seen before.

"So, Y/N." my trance was broken by Allison starting to speak. I looked at her, though sensing that Stiles still looking at me.

"Yeah." I smiled.

"Where you from?" she asked.

"Well, originally I'm from England but then my parents moved us to New York when I was two, so I hardly remember." I shrugged.

"You're British? That's so cool." Stiles chuckled.

"Thanks." I smiled.

~One month later~

The bell rang as I walked into the class and looked around for a spare seat. I'd been here for a month now but I was only just starting proper classes. I smiled as I saw Allison and Scott sitting next to each other, with Lydia behind Allison, Isaac behind Scott and Stiles in front of Scott with a spare seat next to him. His eyes widened as he saw me.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked, pointing to the empty desk.

"No, no, not at all, as long as you don't mind sitting next to one-hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin, bones and sarcasm." He nodded. I laughed at what he'd said, making him smile as I sat next to him. I opened my book, a blush forming on my cheeks as I could see Stiles looking at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Crap, I forgot my pencil." I sighed.

"I've got a spare." Scott nodded before digging it out. I reached behind me as Scott leant forward, the pencil in his hand. Our fingers brushed each other, making my eyes widen as I saw a sea of red eyes and claws, some ripping people apart, others defeating other werewolves. I gasped as I dropped the pencil, making them all look at me with wide eyes.