You were new in Beacon Hills, so everyone in school was already surprised that such a catch joined their school. Since Scott and all his friends knew that nobody came to Beacon Hills for fun, they were espessialy interested in you and what you were.

After your first school day you had given your phone number to a few people, incuding Lydia, who put you in a group chat with most kids from your class. Nothing special, you thought.

Later that evening, you’re lying on your bed reading a book, your bedroom windows wide open as the summer breeze filled your room. You were trying to enjoy a peacefull night to yourself, until you got a text.

"You look peculiar." The text read. What?! You check the number, trying to figure out what idiot would send something like that to someone. As you read the name, you chuckle to yourself; it would've been insane if it came from anyone other than Stiles.