Switch It Up

Lydia shifted her books in her arms, struggling to balance everything while she searched for her lipstick in her locker. She was practically shoved into it three times within two minutes before she scowled, slamming it shut with her shoulder while she looked around the crowded hallway . Sure, being the smartest person in her grade (and let's face it, probably the entire school, barring Stilinski) was nice, but it definitely sucked when her shoulder was the one that was getting the bruising. She watched as a group of teens walked by, all laughing and shouting. She made a face at them. She was just ready to get out of high school. Granted, she had a couple of years, but still. She was ready to just head to college and not have to deal with all the stupid trivialities that came along with being a teenager.

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Scott was laughing along with something that one of the other lacrosse players said, ignoring the growing knot in his stomach. The night before still felt like a dream, but he knew for a fact that there had been a bite. He subconsciously rubbed his arm, his face falling for just a second. What if he got sick and couldn't play lacrosse anymore? What if it really messed him up? He felt different that morning as he looked around for Stiles, like he'd just downed twelve cups of very strong coffee. Every sense was heightened, and he was positive that he was feeling stronger. Maybe this was a reaction to some weird infection. Like it was so bad that his body was flooding with adrenaline or something before he dropped dead. Was that even a thing? "So did you guys hear about the corpse they found last night?"

Allison didn't want to start at a new school. It wasn't because she had a bunch of amazing friends that she wanted to finish her high school career with or because she would miss her old school but because she hated being the new kid.
There was something about all of the people that stared at you and how they demanded to know who you were, what you like, and a bunch of other personal things. It was ridiculous to her because all these people who wanted to know about her or be friends with her, they disappeared when they really got to know her.
Honestly, Allison just wished that she could keep the friends she made this time.

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Stiles was running late to school. He hadn't meant to sleep passed his alarm, but running through the woods in search of dead body at night, really exhausted a person. He parked his jeep in a relatively close parking space and got out of his car. He grabbed his bag before he shut the door and made his way inside the school.
Stiles needed to find Scott, who he hoped had gotten a ride because if not, he would have to go back to get him and see if he had found anything that night.
Luckily for Stiles, he didn't have to look very far because seconds later he saw Scott walking into the boys locker room. He tried to get there as quickly as possible, but the halls we're overcrowded and apparently, no one knew how to get out of the way.
Finally, he made it into the boys locker room. "Scott!" He called out to his friend.

(sorry if this is kinda sucky! Hope you have enough to work with.)

(its' fine! )

Lydia watched as Stiles darted through the halls. He was probably the only guy that rivaled her in terms of grades at this school. She wasn't entirely sure of it, because he didn't necessarily come off as a genius, but she was pretty sure that it was there, lying underneath the layers of jock stupidity. She shifted her books in her arms once more before heading down the hall, keeping her head up high as she walked. She briefly paused as a group of kids ran forward, almost knocking her books out of her hands. "Really?" She muttered, gripping them tighter before she headed towards her first class.

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Scott watched the other players as they suddenly latched onto the topic of the dead body. Beacon Hills was a small town, which mean that just about everyone had heard about the corpse that had been found. Or rather, half of a corpse. He glanced over when he heard Stiles, his eyes widening a little. "Hey," he said, heading towards his friend. "Did your dad find anything last night?" He half hoped that Sheriff Stilinksi had found something, while the other part of him wished that nothing had happened. Because if that happened, then maybe he could pretend that nothing had happened.

Allison looked around, seeing some trying to find their friend. She sighed, trying to get the office before the first bell would ring. She slipped passed people, finding the door to the office and getting her schedule from the office lady. The lady wished her good luck and Allison was once again in the tiny hallways, trying to find her first class. Econ with Coach Finstock.

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Stiles looked at Scott, his eyes checking Scott for injuries he may have gotten last night. Satisfied when he found none, he responded to his friend. "Yeah," He starts, before lowering his tone. "They found half of the body."
Stiles looked back at Scott, sensing that something was wrong with his friend and began to shoot questions at his friend, "Did you get home okay? Are you okay? Did something happen after I left?"

Lydia headed towards her class, picking up bits of conversation here and there as she walked. Something about the police department finding a corpse or half of one in the woods. She made a face at the thought. Wasn't Beacon Hills supposed to be some nice, small town or something? Her mother had already been on her back about staying out late. She kept going on and on about how it wasn't safe. Lydia's argument had been that it was Beacon Hills, but apparently that wasn't good enough now.

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Scott felt like he was being jumpy. He kept jerking around at every single loud noise - which seemed like a lot. "Uh, what? Yeah, fine. I got home fine. I'm... Look, can we talk about this after? I have Econ to get to, and I really don't feel like having Finstock on me about being late again. Just, find me at lunch, okay?" He asked, not wanting to talk about here in front of anyone else. "We can't - I just - something happened last night. I can't talk about it here."

[Sorry I didn't respond yesterday! I got super busy and didn't have a chance to get on! )

Allison had listened to bits of the conversations that happened around her. One girl was talking about her date to prom, another about her lack of a date. She heard a weird conversation, between two boys, about a dead body.
This scared Allison. She thought her family had moved here because it was a safe place! She hurried into her Econ class, hoping to get her mind off of the supposedly dead body.

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Stiles watched his friend, studying his movements. He seemed frantic - like something was scaring him - something had definitely happened. He placed his hands on Scotts shoulders, "Look, Scott. Buddy. You don't seem alright right now."
He sighed, taking his hands away.
"We're talking about this at lunch." He declared, "And don't try to act like this didn't happen! You have to tell me."
Stiles was stubborn, he would admit, but he wanted to know why Scott was so panicked and what was making him that way. Scott was usually calm and a pretty easy going guy, so seeing him in such a way, freaked Stiles out a bit.