Say You Like Me || Stiles Stilinski (BEING EDITED)

Chapter One

Felicity P.O.V

I walked into my new school, Beacon Hills High. I figured I may as well go while on my search for Derek. Besides, maybe someone will know him.

I walked through the hallway, ignoring all of the whistles and stares from the boys. I found the main office and walked in.

"Felicity Hale." I stated my name to the older woman kindly. I've already registered myself the day before so I would be set today.

I watched the lady shuffle through papers, until she pulled out a specific one, handing it to me with a smile. I smiled in return as I grabbed the paper and walked out. I glanced down at my paper and froze when I heard a specific name with my werewolf hearing.

"-Derek said something that he had this weird feeling, like he felt like someone's presence." I heard a male voice say. I looked up and glanced around, trying to see if I could tell where the voice was coming from.

"This is Derek we are talking about Scott, he was probably just messing with us. You know I don't trust him." I heard another male voice say. My eyes stopped on two teenage boys, just a couple feet away from me. The one looked Hispanic, with dark hair and dark eyes. The other ones back was facing me so I couldn't get a look at his face. He had dark hair and was wearing plaid.

The hispanic one was a werewolf... an alpha.. to be exact. I can just sense it from him. That probably means he can sense it on me too.

I pushed those thoughts away and looked down at my schedule.

Locker 128.

I looked back up and started walking, hopefully those two guys are too engaged in conversation to notice me.

I quickly glanced at them as I walked by. The alpha looked at me and froze. I acted normal and sent a toothless smiled his way as I strode past him. He did the same, but never took his eyes off of me.

I made a right turn at the end of the hall and saw my locker, 128.

I entered in the combination and opened the door. I heard footsteps to my right as my heartbeat quickened. I took a deep breath and looked around my locker door, to see those two boys again. Except this time, I could see the other guy's face.

To say he was good looking would be an understatement.

He had dark hair, styled into a quiff. Eyes the most gorgeous shade of brown, and he had moles scattered in specific areas on his face.

I quickly looked back into my locker to stop myself from drooling.

"Uh, hey." A male voice said awkwardly on the other said of the locker door. I slowly closed the door and saw the hot guy looking at me, making my heart beat quicken. He froze when I looked at him. I even noticed his jaw drop a bit before closing it and sucking in his bottom lip.

I glanced at the Hispanic boy who rolled his eyes at the two of us, making my face heat up.

"Scott McCall." The Hispanic stepped in front of me, holding out his hand.

I smiled innocently at him as I shook his hand.

"Felicity...Jones." I quickly made up. If they know I'm related to Derek, they won't trust me.

He looked unsurely of me as he let go of my hand.

"I'm Stiles." The cute one spoke up, waving a hand awkwardly at me. I smiled at him, "Hi." I greeted quietly, as his cheeks grew red.

Scott then spoke up again. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said quietly.

I decided to play dumb and I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Good to..know?" I ended the statement as a question.