I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters. I only own Celeste. If I did Stydia would be happening. Now.

Song - Walk on By // Noosa (Sound Remedy remix)

Celeste's POV

        Lydia walked with a very nervous Celeste until they reached her locker, going over what the strawberry blonde called "proper high school etiquette".

        Gradually, they slowed down as they reached Celeste's metal compartment.

        Her friend then strutted off to find Jackson, and the dark-haired girl was left alone with her thoughts.

        Shakily, she entered her combination and the cold metal door swung open. Placing her unneeded materials inside, she deliberately worked as slowly as possible.

        She was hoping to get to class just before the bell rang, as to avoid social interaction.

        However, she still found herself in front of her first period English class at least five minutes before the bell rang.

        Celeste hesitantly entered the dull environment of her classroom, her blue irises scanning the room as she contemplated on which seat to choose.

        Wanting to escape the possibility of wandering eyes, she randomly selected a seat near the back of the room.

        Sliding her backpack off of her shoulder, she slipped neatly into the uncomfortable desk.

        She pulled out a simple black pen, setting it gently into the concave section near the front of her work space, compulsively straightening it multiple times.

        She ran her hand along the cool surface of the desk, her fingers delicately dipping into the grooves carved by a student in the past, her lips twitching upwards as she realized they made up a smiley face.

        Celeste jumped slightly as she felt a clumsy, tentative finger tap her cloth-covered shoulder.

        She glanced up with slightly parted lips, and her eyes widened considerably as she saw the nervous boy in front of her. It was the boy from the beach.

        The male was shifting his weight from one foot to the other repeatedly, and his hands were clasping and releasing the straps of his backpack.

        He stared down at Celeste nervously, seemingly unsure of what her reaction to his presence would be.

        He visibly relaxed when she greeted him with a welcoming smile, recovering from her temporary surprise.

        "Uh, hey..." the short-haired boy said, perhaps a bit louder than was needed.

        He winced at his abrupt greeting, but Celeste just smiled wider.

        "Hey," Celeste replied through a breath, genuinely happy to see him.

        He grinned widely, letting out an awkward, relieved laugh.

        He opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but just then the bell rang shrilly.

       The boy frowned and watched as their teacher strode with a slightly annoyed expression, before hastily plopping himself down in the seat behind Celeste.

        As soon as she was out of his view she let out a relieved breath, whatever shred of a facade of relaxation and posture she had been portraying crumbling away.

        She nearly laughed at the ridiculous angst of it all. She wasn't one to pine over boys, or one to even talk to them for that matter.

        The queasiness in her stomach signaled to her that all of this new social territory was going to be a challenge for her.

        Celeste's eyes darted around the room to distract her, and also to scope out the group of people around her, and her eyes landed on bike-boy from earlier.

        Much to her exasperation, he was staring at her with attentive curiosity.

        She snapped her head forward and read one of those stupid motivational posters of an eagle telling her to "spread her wings and fly" over and over and tried desperately to forget all of the eyes that could possibly be glued to her.

        Not in a literal sense though. A plethora of eyes glued to her body was a rather horrifying thought.

        The blonde girl sitting in front of her turned her body to face Celeste, the silver bracelets on her tan wrist clanging together slightly as she handed the darker haired girl a stack of papers with a bored expression on her face.

        Celeste chastely smiled at the female, removing a single copy of what the recognized to be the class syllabus.

        Hesitantly, she repeated the reaction, twisting around to face the boy behind her.

        He reached out for the papers and their hands brushed, causing her to haphazardly drop the stack and whip her head back around. She cursed herself for reacting so dramatically and, as to avoid a cringe attack in the middle of English class, focused on the handout in front of her.

        Her eyes scanned over the list and she realized she recognized all of the books on their list for the year, having read all of them. The perks of having no friends.

        She tried in vain to read through the classroom policies but kept reading the same line repeatedly due to how annoyingly aware she was of the presence sitting directly behind her.

        It was frustrating, the way he made her feel as though she hadn't even been in the general vicinity of a male specimen in her lifetime.

        Granted, she hadn't even kissed a guy, but in the third grade she had held hands with a boy named Steven.

        She shuttered at the oppressed memory, remembering how she had pulled her hand away and found a booger stuck to her hand and burst into hysterical tears. That had kind of ruined the idea of romance for her for a while.

        Damn you, Steven Richardson.

        She removed herself from her thoughts as the khaki vest clad teacher began to speak.

        "As you all know," the instructor began in monotone, "there indeed was a body found in the woods last night."

        Celeste looked forward with newly attentive ears, her eyes widened in shock.

        She had spent a good portion of her day in the woods yesterday. Had the body been there at the same time she had?

        She shuddered at the thought, tuning the teacher out as he droned on after informing the class that the police had a suspect in custody, feeling a pang of sorrow for the poor person whose body had been left in the forest for god knows how long.

        She frowned as the floppy-haired boy next to her jumped, and observed with slight concern as he grabbed his head and glanced around in confusion.

        His frantic gaze soon settled on a point outside of the window to the left of Celeste, and she curiously to a girl sitting on the bench outside.

        Losing interest, she grabbed her pen and began to sign the necessary blanks on her syllabus.

        The large wooden door opened, and a man Celeste recognized to be the principal, whom she had spoken to earlier in the week, stepped in, followed by a tall model-like girl with dark curls and a shy smile.

        The whole class focused on the pair, glad for a pause in the tedious task of going over the paperwork in front of them.

        "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent," the well-dressed man stated in an authoritative tone, "please do your best to make her feel welcome."

        Celeste winced in sympathy. She was glad she had turned in her paperwork early and thus was not subjected to that level of torture.

        Recalling how awkward and stress-inducing these situations were from her previous schools, she offered her a warm smile.

        The taller girl noticed this and smiled back gratefully, making her way down the row to the seat diagonal from Celeste.

        She noticed with amusement that the boy next to her was staring at Allison with puppy dog eyes.

        As the girl slid gracefully into the seat behind him, Celeste watched with raised brows as he immediately turned around and thrust his only pen in the girl's direction.

        Allison looked at it momentarily with confusion, before giving him a soft but dazzling smile.

        "Thanks."

        A slight blush tinged the girl's cheeks, and she noticed Celeste smirking suggestively at her out of the corner of her eye.

        The taller girl glanced in her direction, and her already flushed cheeks burned red. Celeste giggled softly to herself as she purposely avoided her gaze.

        Class dragged on until the bell dismissing them finally rung, and she felt the boy behind her burning holes into her back with his gaze.

        She felt a strong urge to talk to him, but her awkward and jerky actions when she was around him made her think twice.

        Her eyes found Allison and she decided that introducing herself to the other new girl was a much safer option, so she slipped out of the room and caught up to the swan-like girl in the hallway.

        Allison seemed just as relieved to meet someone welcoming, and the two chatted with surprising ease on the way to their lockers, which they discovered were in the same section.

        Celeste finished exchanging her materials first, and was leaning against her locker as she waited for Allison to finish.

        She noticed that the seemingly smitten boy from earlier was staring longingly at her new-found friend.

        "Uh, either that guy from earlier has a crush on you, or he is suffering severely over the loss of his pen," Celeste said in a teasing tone.

        Allison scoffed, brushing off the shorter girls comment as she pushed her binder into her locker.

        "No seriously, he's staring at you like a love sick puppy."

        The girl's eyes widened and she stiffened, turning around slowly to confirm Celeste's words.

        As the two's gazes met, she smiled softly at him and blushed. Celeste wasn't sure whether to vomit or coo at their adorableness.

        "That jacket is absolutely killer," Celeste heard a familiar voice praise, "where'd you get it?"

        Celeste turned her gaze to see Lydia staring at Allison with a stare that made it seem like she was towering over the girl, even though the darker haired girl was much taller.

        Allison seemed to shrink back slightly at the strawberry blonde's demanding demeanor and she glanced at Celeste nervously.

        Celeste smiled at her encouragingly, and Allison straightened herself before replying.

        "My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco," she said coolly, but with a kind smile that showed off her dimples.

        Lydia smiled confidently, nodding her head in appraisal.

        "And you," she drawled out, "are my new best friend."

        Celeste scoffed.

        "Ouch, Lydia, that hurt," she said sarcastically, placing a dramatic hand on her chest, "really, I'm offended."

        Lydia rolled her eyes in equal parts amusement and exasperation, but her snarky reply was cut off as Jackson came up behind her, greeting them with the distinct scent of Armani perfume and cockiness.

        Lydia giggled flirtatiously as he wrapped his arms around her from behind before proceeding to engage in a massive display of PDA.

        Allison laughed quietly as Celeste made a disgusted expression directed towards the overbearing couple.

        Finally breaking apart, the two turned to face a very uncomfortable Allison and Celeste.

        "So," Lydia began in a no-nonsense tone, "this weekend there's a party."

        "A- a party?" Allison asked hesitantly.

        "Yeah, Friday night," Jackson interjected, smiling at her in a way that could be perceived as flirtatious, "you should come."

        Celeste wrinkled her nose at the reminder of the event she was being forced to attend.

        "Oh, I can't. It's family night this Friday," Allison said in a pseudo regretful tone, "but thanks for asking."

        Celeste smirked at the obvious lie, but didn't call her out on it, seeing as if she had a way to get out of the party she would seize it too.

        Lydia pouted, not catching the lie because the idea that someone wouldn't want to hang out with her was absolutely implausible to the strawberry blonde.

        She tuned the group out, her gaze straying off to the sight of her beach boy talking to a pretty girl across the hall.

        She frowned. Was that his girlfriend? She was disturbingly bothered by this idea.

        She was brought back to reality as Lydia grabbed her hand began pulling her to a destination that she didn't bother to ask about.

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        Celeste sat next to Allison on the hard, metal bleachers of the lacrosse field, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. Lydia had practically dragged the two of them outside to watch the lacrosse tryouts.

        She noticed Allison smiling at her lover boy, but her attention was drawn to the boy sitting on the bench.

        She smiled as she watched the pale boy bounce his leg up and down impatiently.

        "Who is that?" Allison asked, her eyes still fixed on the pen giver, who was now situated in the goalie net.

        Lydia followed her gaze, and contemplated for a moment.

        "Not sure who he is," she said dismissively.

        "Why, you wanna bang that drum?" Celeste entered their conversation with a suggestive look.

        She could've sworn she saw the puppy boy laugh at her comment, but shook it off and focused on her now blushing friend.

        "Shut up!" Allison cried, nudging her with her shoulder, "he's in our English class, that's all."

        She and Allison both winced as a ball was thrown towards the offending male, and hit him square in the face.

        Celeste glared at the back of the coach's head as he laughed obnoxiously.

        She assumed that her mystery boy and the puppy were friends, as the bench ridden boy shook his head in frustration.

        The goalie shook it off, and proceeded to catch the next ball, and Celeste grinned as his friend called out excitedly.

        The puppy then proceeded to catch the following ball thrown at him, and the next, and the next.

        By the way he was jumping around in an excited manor, she assumed the success was new for him.

        "He seems like he's really good," Allison mused with an impressed expression.

        "Um, yeah," Lydia agreed, sizing up the boy with a renewed spark of interest, "very good."

        Celeste rolled her eyes as Jackson pushed his way to the front, obviously not amused with the new-found talent in the goalie's net.

        She could practically feel the testosterone in the air.

        Lydia sat up with pride, expecting her boyfriend to show everyone he was still the best.

        Jackson braced his shoulders threateningly, and nerves radiated off of the other boy in waves. The dominant male charged forward, whipping the ball aggressively, but with perfect form, towards the net.

        Celeste smiled behind her sleeve as the goalie caught the ball with ease, always a fan of the underdog.

        Everyone cheered with vigor at the achievement, and Lydia, shockingly, even leaped out of her seat, much to the chagrin of one furious Jackson Whittemore.

        "He does seem pretty good," Celeste muttered under her breath as she observed her mystery boy's jerky victory dance for his friend.

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Hi Guys! So sorry it takes me forever to update I have like 0% of an excuse. I just wasn't happy with this chapter and I rewrote it so many times and quite frankly I still kind of hate it but screw it this needs to be posted. I know that there is practically no variety to my sentence structure and my writing moves very slowly and I over-describe but this is my first posted story and I'm learning. I hope you'll stick with me. <3 I know I am just starting out, but if anyone is reading this please don't be a silent reader. I would appreciate feedback immensely. Ok, well I love you all and please comment so I know how I am doing also THANK YOU FOR READING OMG <3 Listen to the song in the sidebar if you want to.

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