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chapter two angry birds
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THE MORNING of Odessa Stone's first day of high school was interesting to say the least. She learned that Scott, the first person she thought would give her a ride to school, had a motorcycle. The girl took one look at the bike and automatically declined getting anywhere near it, let alone ride it. Luckily for her, she didn't have to.
The Stone's first thought of Stiles' baby blue Jeep was about how cool it was. In all the days she had been in town, she never saw a car as outgoing and cool as Roscoe. Sure, it didn't drive the best, but Odessa could see how special the car was to Stiles, so she appreciated it nonetheless.
Odessa spoke through the slightly uncomfortable silence in the air, "thank you for taking me."
"Don't mention it," Stiles muttered without taking his eyes off the road.
The Stone bit her lip at his underlying condescending tone, "look," she started, looking down at her hands, "I know you don't trust me and I don't blame you. But I don't mean any harm to anyone. All I know is I was sent here to learn how to control my abilities."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," the boy gripped his steering wheel tighter, "I just don't trust easily—"
"I've noticed," Odessa smiled lightly in a teasing manner. She glanced at him for a moment before moving her gaze forward, "I'm gonna get you to trust me, Stiles. Just you wait."
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Beacon Hills High School was bigger than Odessa imagined. She was basically dragged by Stiles to the main office because she couldn't stop looking at everything in awe. Her schedule was tight in hand as she followed Stiles to their first class of the day, English. Before she could get through the door to class, however, she was stopped by Stiles turning around to face her.
"Now remember," he started lowly, disregarding the blonde basically running into his chest, "your locker number is 2296. Scott's locker number is 2275 and mine is 2279. If you need anything, just go to those lockers or find Lydia and Allison. If anyone asks, you're Scott's second cousin. This'll all be easier when you get your phone."
Odessa followed him into class, "I didn't want to rush Melissa. She has bills to pay, I don't want to be selfish with my needs when she opened her home to me."
A sense of deja vu occurred when the Stone collided with Stiles' chest once again. She looked up at his face only to be met with an unreadable expression. Stiles seemed to watch the blonde, looking for a sense of untruth. Unknowingly to her, he was glad he didn't find any.
