I know what you'll say
But I promise you this

I'll always look out for you
That's what I'll do
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"I WANT A DISTRACTION." Was the first thing Margot James heard as she approached Lydia Martin and Allison Argent.

She did not want to be there. She thought and wrapped her arms around her chilled body; this was the last place she wanted to be.

The halls were crowded with people, and the chaos was so perfect, like a movie. There was the couple that was always making out on the left side of the hall, and about ten feet farther down, the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the cliquey jocks, and between them, the parade of band geeks with their huge instrument cases. There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes and the fashion kids that wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the halls. And then there was Margot, not that she fit into any of those groups.

"Is Lydia Martin really prowling the halls for her next victim before first period?" She spoke as she met the both Allison and Lydia.

"Margot!" The girl squealed before wrapping her arms around her friend.

Lydia's hair was deep hues of fierce strawberry blonde against her pale face. She walked and spoke in that high class way, yet MJ admired her gentleness. She was grateful to be friends with the girl.

"I missed you so much," Lydia snuggled in. "You are never spending another summer with Stiles ever again!"

In that moment the arms squeezed a fraction tighter and MJ breathed more slowly, her body melting into Lydias, before she pulled away with a small laugh. "Alright, alright!"

"Hey, Ali." Alison Argent hadn't changed much over her time in France. Except for her new hair cut. Her hair still remained chestnut brown, near the point of being black. However, it now lay on her shoulders like a waterfall flowing mildly; flaming as bright as a sunrise.

"Hi, Margot."

"I'm so sorry I didn't get to come pick you up last night."

"Don't worry about it, seriously.  Now, I'm glad you weren't there." Allison spoke with a grimace. "I'm more disappointed you couldn't go to France with me."

MJ stood with a hip jutted to one side, her right arm draped across her slender body, clasping the elbow opposite as she leaned against her friends locker. Her head lolled down to one shoulder casting her long hair onto the faded Prince t-shirt that was two sizes too big. It hung so low that her shorts only just peeked below the dirty hem, a fringe of denim cut-offs.

"Next summer. I promise." At this point Lydia had turned away from her friends, and instead was looking at the mirror in Ali's locker as she fixed her hair band that rested above her curls.

However, a movement in the students caught the girls attention as the high schoolers rippled to either side of the hallway.

Both Lydia and Allison tilted their heads in unison to study the newcomers as the continued to make their way down the school hallway.

"Brothers?" Allison asked.

"Twins." Lydia smirked, with a tilt of her head and a mischievous glint in her eyes. And immediately Margot knew she had her victim for atleast the first few months of school.

MJ kept her her head down as she turned and pushed her way through the sea of despondent faces. She scoffed as she walked down the corridor, kids pushing and shoving. Another day of tedium rammed down their throats with the keen sting of stress - always the tests, always the reporting, always the reminders of the consequences of failure.

The three girls walked to their first English lesson. There were only three empty seats left, one in front of Scott and another in front of Stiles. After offering Allison a pleading look Margot immediately moved to the window seat beside Stiles while Lydia sat in the empty seat behind her.

However, before she sat she unwilling forced herself to walk past the McCall boy and offered him a small quirk of her lips with a wave.

"Hey, Scott." Her green eyes shone like precious jewels and she held his gaze long enough to make him feel insecure.

Scott could feel the heat growing in his cheeks. By now they must have been beyond an attractive rosiness. They were marking him out as a social incompetent. Scott felt as if all his insecurities were written large across his face and there was nowhere to hide. As his anxieties mounted they became a circle, like a song stuck on repeat.

Her smile was warm with a hint of shyness and her lips were like a frozen rose, dangerous but beautiful. The girl had a voice that was like music under a summer breeze, almost lost against the noise of the Monday morning traffic.

Scott had to rip his eyes away from her every time she walked into a room. There was sunshine in her smile and her voice went right to his brain like a shot of single malt. Her clothes were so casual, the ubiquitous look most high school girls had: shorts and a loose t-shirt. So how come on her those same clothes garbled his brain to mush, stopping him from stringing a simple sentence together.

"Hey, Margot." Scott nodded at her when she sat down, he was mentally cursing himself out for acting like such an idiot as his face flushed pink.

Though the classroom walls were bare, the windows were large. Everyone wanted a window seat, to sit in the unsubdued light of the morning. Outside the sky was blue except for a few strands of stratus that trail like aeroplane trails.

Stiles hurriedly looked down at his lap, trying not to let his grin show on his features but he couldn't help himself gaze at the fair haired girl as she sat at the desk beside him. Stealing glances every few seconds, until finally their line of sight connected and MJ gave him a smile so genuinely sweet, an unexpected warmth rushed through him before he broke eye contact and blushed as he sat properly on his seat, coughing.

The look in her eyes at that moment had ade his hands grow clammy and sent his heart straight to his throat. There was something about the way she smiled. The way butterflies seemed to escape from the pit of Stiles stomach as he watched her smile. She had the kind of smile that made you feel happy to be alive and just that little bit more human.

Suddenly, every cell phone in the classroom started to vibrate but before Margot had a chance to read the text, their new English teacher made her way into the room reading the text for them
"The offering was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness."

"This is the last line of the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class, phones off everyone." She instructed as she made her way behind the desk, heals clicking on the tiled floor as she did.

After a few minutes of silent working, out of the corner of her eye MJ saw Stiles offer her a small crumpled sheet of paper, that was clearly ripped from his school book.

Can we talk after class?

Raising her gaze to stiles with a look of confusion, it suddenly made sense after he nodded towards Scott. Receiving a brief smile with a questioning gaze from him she subtly nodded her head before returning to her work.

"Mr McCall..."

As MJ continued with her work, she was suddenly disrupted by a loud bang against the window beside her. She looked over at the slightly bloody window with her eyebrows raised before she turned to Stiles.

Outside were hundreds of black birds seething around the school grounds. A few more birds were beginning to assail the windows, striking the glass before there was an eruption within the classroom.

In the midst of chaos, Stiles Stilinski raised himself from his chair and shoved his desk away, preparing to grab MJ and cover her from the birds. He tugged her chair back and wrapped his hands around the top of her arms so he could pull her into him easier.

Stiles has acted quickly enough and pulled Margot under the desk with him, covering her with his body and ducking her head down.

"Get down, everyone! Get down! Everyone, get down!" Miss Balke screamed while trying to protect numerous students from the birds.

When the birds finally stopped attacking, Stiles uncovered MJ from his grasp before helping her stand and delicately placing both of his hands on either side of her face. His warmth would seep into her being and he comforted her without even opening his mouth

"Hey," He called gently, frightened to startle the girl even more than she already had been. "Are you OK?"

She looked away, a collision of panic and fear crossing her features and Stiles breaths became shallower.  "Yeah, I'm fine."

Suddenly he knew that he'd never felt as strongly for another person as he did at that moment. As she finally returned her gaze, that simple realization made him wish for the millionth time that he could make all of it go away. The danger. The supernatural that had the power to consistently put their lives at stake. Had it been possible, he would have traded his life for hers her in a heartbeat, just to keep her safe.

"I'm fine, Stiles."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 !
i finally updated. i'm not
that happy with this chapter
and it's very long so i
apologise !

however, i really want to
dedicate this chapter to
grimes for all of your
support !