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Dylan O'Brien, Stiles Stilinski, Void Stiles, Stuart Twombly, Dave Hodgman, Mitch Rapp, Thomas, Joel Dawson.
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Stiles Stilinski
You tugged the car door open casually, slipping into the driver seat. Inserting the key in, the car engine rumbled loudly. It felt satisfying hearing the car roar to life. You have been driving that car since your father passed away. It was his. A bright red Jeep Wrangler. It glistened under light, giving it a bright glow.
You had just transferred to Beacon Hills High School and it was the worst first day ever. You made no friends, considering how intimidating you looked. People either stared blankly at you or avoided you as you walked down the hallways. You wore a black jacket over a simple white t-shirt, black jeans and black converse sneakers. You would get why others didn't want to talk to you, thinking that you were just some mean and scary girl who had anger issues. Well...that's partially true, when someone really got on your nerves.
Barely anyone wanted to sit beside you during class. But somehow, a brunette boy plopped into the seat beside you, cheerily smiling at you. You were almost falling asleep, head resting on your propped arm as students started to settle down.
The teacher, Mr Harris, did not even make an effort to introduce you to the class so you just sat there, 'listening' to him babble in about some random Chemistry concept.
The boy shifted his chair closer to you and stretched out his hand amiably.
"Hey! I'm Stiles Stilinski! What's your name? I'm guessing you're new here? I can show you around the school after class, or maybe you can meet my friends. I mean totally your choice... " He exclaimed, his sparkling eyes meeting yours.
He was so eager, almost jumping out of his seat by the fact that a beautiful girl who just came to this school was sitting beside him. No girl liked him and he was hoping desperately that you were different. Looking at you made his infatuation with Lydia Martin vanish. He thought that you appeared to be pretty harsh and cold, however. Stiles still decided to risk it and get to know you. After all, don't judge a book by its cover.
His enthusiastic voice snapped you out of your daze. You eyed the boy coolly, eyebrows furrowing in irritation.
"I'm sorry, is anything you said worth repeating?" You snapped, but in reality, you paid attention to every word he said. You actually developed a liking for the boy, even though you barely spent a minute with him. His positivity and hilarity just made you happy. He was kind of cute too. Though you were sure he would just be like any other person who acted friendly just for the sake of it and would abandon you soon. So you thought that it wouldn't really matter to make friends. You were used to being alone. The way it has always been. Making friends or even a boyfriend (yeah right, such a dream) was something you viewed as dreadful.
"Um, no, sorry." Stiles scratched his head awkwardly, any sigh of happiness dissipating within seconds. You almost let out an amused laugh at the boy's reaction but fortunately, you held it in.
