Chapter 1
Dear Mr.Harris, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a Saturday in detention for whatever it is that you deemed wrong. But it is simply ridiculous to expect us to write an essay on who we think we are. You don't care how we see ourselves because you already see us how you want to. You see us as a new-girl, a Jock, a princess, a loudmouth, a recluse. And to be honest, that's how we saw each other too. We were brainwashed.
A silver porsche pulled up with a screech into the parking-lot of Beacon Hills High School. Inside sat two perfect people. One a model-esque boy who gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the other a petite girl with long strawberry blonde hair. Her face was blank and to be honest looked annoyed, more than anything.
"Why don't you just skip it? It's not like Harris is actually going to notice if you are there or not," The boy says to the girl with a sneer that made his handsome face look retorted. He was incredibly disappointed that she was goign to be in detention all day instead of with him.
"Please, Harris would call my mom as soon as he walked through the room and I wasn't there," she said with an eye roll.
"Its ciopletely stupid he's making you come on a Saturday. This is really, stupid," The boy says angrily. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, why the girl stayed with him was a mystery.
"It'll be fine, I get out at 3, be here," The girl said before opening the door and leaving the car without a look back.
Behind the porche a truck drove up and a girl with dark brown hair practically fell out of the vehicle. Her father calling to her, "I'll be here at 3…. Please, Don't do this again."
The girl nodded with a slight blush and scurried up the steps behind the other girl.
Next was a nice black Camero that drove leisurely into the parking lot and parked. A large boy with pitch black hair and a surprising stubble stepped out. Black leather jacket shielding himself as he slunk, yes slunk, into the school.
A boy on a bike quickly locked up his ride and ran to the doors, backpack on his shoulder, hair flopping in the wind. He just wanted this over with.
As the truck and porche left the lot, a noticeable blue jeep made its way into the parking lot before being hazardously parked and a lanky kid in flannel fell out. He slowly, almost casually made his way into the school.
He walked into the classroom and glanced around noticing familiar faces inside.
He smirked when he saw the strawberry blonde and walked over to the desk right next to her, right past the floppy haired kid and the brunette girl.
"Hello, my beautiful goddess Lydia," He said wish a genuine smile, "What brings you here on this fine Saturday morning?"
The girl, Lydia, huffed and ignored him in favor of looking at her nails.
He guessed he should have seen that coming. She never acknowledged his existence. She was the school Queen Bee, emphasis on the 'B'. Lydia Martin was a force to reckon with.
He glanced around the room taking in the other occupants. Scott McCall, Lacrosse Champ, his old childhood friend who left him for popularity. Allison Something-or-other who had moved to Beacon Hills less than 2 months ago and was still trying to find her place. And the infamous Derek Hale. He was the best basketball player in the school though, basketball wasn't as cherished in BHHS as Lacrosse was. His family died in a fire a few years ago so now he lives with his uncle. He was pulled out of school for a year so he's like, almost twenty.
"Ah, you all are here," the most annoying man on the earth walked into the room. He was satan incarnate. He was a lizard monster hidden behind the facade of a chemistry teacher.
"Yo !" the plaid clad teen said with a shit-eating grin.
's face pinched as if he was eating a lemon, "Stilinski. Anyway, you all know why you are here. You see that clock? Until it goes to the 3, you are mine. I don't want you to be twiddling your-"
"Um, excuse me, but, uh, I think there's been a mistake. I don't belong here with these guys," Allison said timidly. The four other students in the class looked at her and she shrunk down into her seat.
"I can assure you , you do," said annoyed before pulling out paper and setting it on the desk in the front of the room, "There will be no talking, no moving, no sleeping-"
"What if i have to use the bathroom?" Stiles interrupts. Mr. Harris glares at him and he puts his hands up in defense, "Hey, I don't wanna have to piss in the beakers, but if I have to I will. I'm just trying to save you issues because, urine in the school supplies incredibly unsanitary and I don't want you to have to explain to the principle why kids are getting sick. I guess it doesn't really matter though, you don't ever clean them and god knows students don't properly clean them."
" , shut up. If you need to use the restroom you will hold it," said unforgiving, "As I was saying. There will be no phones, talking, sleeping or moving. You will sit in silence for the next 8 hours. And so you aren't going to do anything, im assigning you all a thousand word essay on who you think you are."
"A thousand word essay on who we think we are?" Scott asks worried.
"Yeah, really Harris? You want us to write about who we think we are? What if I think I'm Batman. Or you know, the future president-" Lydia scoffed and Scott sniggered while Allison hid a smile, "-or a prostitute."
"That's not what I meant and you know it Stilinski. I want a real essay on who you think you are. And since you can't seem to shut up that should be easy for you. Or maybe its not, maybe you don't truly know who you are. Is that it? Do you not know who you are Stilinski? Is that why you are here today?" shot back to the smart allick.
Stiles shut his mouth to stop himself from saying something sarcastic. It didn't last long, "Oh I know exactly who I am. I'm an adorable boy with a spontaneous personality who likes long walks on the beach and frisky fellas."
He ended it with a wink at Lydia who rolled her eyes and made a disgusted face.
""Then is shouldn't be that hard. I want a real essay, not the same word over and over. Maybe you will actually learn something about yourselves, and decide if you want to do this again or not," Mr. Harris finished.
Allison stood, "Oh I already know I am not going to-"
"Sit down ," Harris cut in making the girl sink into her seat with a red face. "I expect silence and finished papers. I will come back for bathroom breaks and lunch."
He then turned and left the classroom leaving the door open as he went across the hall to the teacher lounge. The teens sat in silence for a few minutes before Stiles opened his mouth again.