𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐘 [𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜]

***𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠***

this morning has sucked so far i woke up late had to have a quick shower then wrap the bite mark up again i missed breakfast and had to use my push bike to get to school cause i missed the bus..oh and jackson hit ME with his car door and said it was MY FAULT!.. hes such a UGH!!

me and styles were outside the school talking about last night when i heard the voice of my long time crush Shane Mahealani speaking i look over to see her with jackson looking nervous about something

'i wonder whats wrong with her..did something happen? is she okay?' i ask myself

when they were walking near us she turns to me with a smile and waves at me

"hey scott, she smiles her with a toothy grin making me melt..but wait did she seriously just talk to me!? i look at stiles to see hes just as shocked as me by the time i was gonna reply they have already passed us and stiles turns to me and whacks my head

"holy crap dude!" he whisper/shouts excitedly

"did that really happen?" i ask him with dreamy eyes looking over at them

"yes and you totally ruined any chances by staring at her like a fish with its mouth open" he tells me

"i-i cant believe she spoke to me" i look at him excitedly "she spoke to me" i grin

"yeah and you left her hanging" he says casually ruining my moment making me groan

"cmon loverboy lets go to class" he says laughing at my pain

we walk back into school to hear everyone talking about shanes new image and haircut but to be honest it makes her look even more beautiful to me anyways. shane has always been a pretty girl and she doesnt need to wear flashy things to show it shes naturally beautiful i was knocked out of my thoughts about shane by stiles hitting my head

"dude your doing it again" he complains

"doing what?" i ask

'i wasnt doing anything was i?" i ask myself mentally 'no...i wasnt..im sure of it'

"SCOTT" stiles yells irritated "did you hear anything i just said?" he asks with a glare

"uh..you called lydia pretty?"i guess

hjs glare hardens as he starts to drag me to class

"yes shes obviously pretty but im talking about you thinking about shane again" he states with a 'duh' voice

"sorry" i grin sheepishly

"whatever" he mutters

we walk into the classroom and take our seats and turn to eachother talking about random things when i notice someone talking but when i look outside its a pretty girl thats talking

'wait..shes outside..how the hell can i hear here!?' i ask myself

i listen to her conversation about waiting for the principal and how she forgot a pencil making me smile at her she is really cute and pretty i wonder what her name is..

'no scott..dont think about her shane has finally noticed you' i scold myself

but i cant help it she is really good looking nothing like shane but still. i must have zoned out for a while cause when i lookup shes standing there introducing herself to the class

"hi im alison argent" she says with a shy smile making me grin

"yeah thats perfect now go take a seat in the back" coach mutters

she walks down the aisle taking the seat behind me as i turn around handing her my pencil and she smiles at me

'thank you' she mouths to me

i just nod at her with a smile turning around getting a glare from stiles whats his problem!?

10 minutes later the door opens and jackson walks in with shane it looks like hes been...crying!?

'i wonder what happened' i thought

coach smiles at them both sadly making probably everyone in this room confused

"your late but ill let you off since your not annoying and dont make me want to kill myself like stilinski" he says making them both laugh genuinely as stiles scoffs crossing his arms across his chest

"thanks" they both reply noticing the new girl alison raising a brow smirking at eachother

they take their seats i watch as jackson pats dannys back leaning into danny

i use my new hearing to hear their conversation "if you need anything..anything at all im here for you..both of you" he says genuinely before looking back at shane with a sad smile

'what the hell is that about?' i try thinking of all the things that it could be about but nothing comes to mind