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As senior year rolled in Peter Hale had a great deal of expectations when it came to his last stretch as a high schooler, after all he was a Hale and there were always a great deal of expectations when it came to being a Hale, and he’d already made a name for himself amongst the teachers and students of Beacon Hills High School.
Peter was at the top of the food chain in more ways than one.
Slipping out of the fresh out of the factory sports car Peter flashed his winner smile at the pretty ladies that flaunted their beauty in a none-flattering way these days, each one trying too hard to appear beautiful only to appear false in Peter’s eyes. Peter appreciated natural beauty, the sort that didn’t need false lashes and layers of make-up to appear beautiful in the light of the day.
Peter left his pretty little car in the search for his friends each of them lacking in either talent or beauty or both compared to him since Peter couldn’t stand being anything less than perfect, none of them were as gifted as Peter in the ability to learn and charm; he was above the rest and he preferred it that way.
He’s almost at his locker when he catches sight of an unfamiliar face that held an unfamiliar fairness to it that he’d never seen before, not only that but her beauty was plain and yet somehow anything but plain, he could not tell what it was about her that made him want to move closer to her and set his mark-upon her pale skin for all to see.
`Who is that?´ Peter can’t help but ask as the young lady with brown hair tied up into a messy bun and wide beautiful brown eyes framed by dark long lashes that would’ve made his nieces green with envy.
`No idea.´ seems to be the overall answer which honestly wasn’t the answer he’d wanted to hear, he sought knowledge and found none and it irritated him to the point that he nearly flashed his eyes in public.
The pretty girl who had a carrier bag that looked like it had seen more years than the girl that carried it had, she was fresh and new in a sea of familiar faces and Peter wanted to know her entirely.
Peter watches as the unfamiliar beauty made her first of three attempts at unlocking her locker which was one of four lockers that were known with tricky locks, and just as she’s got the damn thing unlocked and opened just a little a familiar and overly excited voice rang through the noisy mass of people all who knew him and wanted to be him.
`Stiles!´ Peter knows that voice, heard it enough times with this excited and cheerful tone of voice, and yet he struggles to believe what he is seeing when the kid Talia had turned in early spring rushes over to the pretty girl dressed in bright-cheerful-colors.
The girl with the odd name that seemed to suggest her parents weren’t all there mentally, positively lights-up with a smile when the young pup with the uneven jaw and a nature that often rubbed Peter the wrong way.
Watching with an air of disbelief Peter sees the girl hug McCall as his arms embrace her. Something in Peter positively growls at the sight of McCall spreading his scent on the young thing that he wanted.
`It would seem McCall knows him.´ Matt says very unhelpfully.
Peter watches as Melissa McCall’s son and the newest member of the Hale-pack hug the young girl who laughed softly at the young pup. Peter attempts to listen in on the small conversation between the young beta and the girl, who seemed very free with her laughter, but there’s too much noise and then the bell rings and everyone is scurrying to their classes.
By lunch time Peter has learned a few little things about young Stiles Stilinski such as the fact that she was the daughter of Sheriff Stilinski, he learns that she’d been sent to a boarding school soon after her mother’s death of course some rumors said she’d been sent to live with some distant relative because the Sheriff hadn’t been able to handle his own daughter. Whatever the story behind young Stiles Stilinski, one thing was for certain and that was the fact that she was intelligent and not one to silently take the crap some small-minded individuals threatened by her intellect spewed, and Peter could appreciate a sharp mind and tongue; a tongue that would without a doubt cause her trouble unless someone helped her control it, and Peter was perfectly willing to assist the pretty girl.
Peter sits at his usual table, at his usual spot his lunch untouched as he waits to see the girl he’d barely caught a glimpse of since the start of the day, he barely notices when his friends and niece Laura slip into their seats at the table.
When the doors of the cafeteria opened finally revealing the girl who dared to wear clothes that were far too colorful for the usual cast of teenagers that wandered through the halls of their high school, Peter might just sit up a little bit straighter when he sees the pretty little thing, the unintentional motion draws the attention of his niece-Laura who due to the small age difference was it seemed like a constant pain in his ass; at times Peter resented his parents for having him at such a late stage in life for seeking a replacement for their eldest son Andrew, who was killed by hunters, he also resented his sister for the way she often treated him not as a brother but more as one of her own children.
`What’s got you all worked-up? ´ annoyingly nosey Laura asked while turning her attention from her lunch focusing instead on the girl that had caught Peter’s attention.
`Oh the new girl.´ Laura breathes out while she and Peter watched the girl with the silly name of Stiles Stilinski flanked by Scott McCall and his boyfriend Isaac Lahey all three laughing. Laura settles back into her chair picking at her lunch that seemed to hold questionable forms of so-called meat, how exactly Laura could eat that mock was beyond Peter’s understanding as was the fact that the new girl clearly had no fashion sense.
`Did she rub you the wrong way too?´ Laura asked mouthful of what was being called meatloaf but honestly Peter had his doubt about the meat-part of the loaf, `I heard that Whittemore wants her head on a stick since she ripped him a new one.´
`Did she now? ´ Peter hums none too committedly as he watches Stiles with Scott and Isaac looking around the cafeteria for a place to sit, it seemed that Scott wasn’t too keen on spending time with Laura and him outside of pack meetings and training sessions, and frankly Peter didn’t care about McCall trespassing into Peter’s social life because the kid was just too annoying.
`Yep.´ Laura says popping the p obnoxiously loud, `he apparently decided to insult her since Stilinski over there didn’t feel the need to kiss his rich little ass or swoon when he flashed his I’m a so sexy smile like all the other girls do, ´ Laura had never liked Jackson and frankly none of them except for Derek liked the boy, then again Derek had bad taste in people.
`Little prince-prick didn’t like that she wasn’t touched by his attention.´ Laura says before waving Derek over to sit with them, sadly that also brought the little douchebag to their table.
`Poor Jackson.´ Peter says with the same amount of sincerity he exhibited when he ripped the head off of one of Laura’s favorite dolls after she thought borrowing one of his favorite books and leaving it out in the rain to become soaked and ruined was a good idea.
Peter sees the look of pure loathing that Whittemore directs at the Sheriff’s daughter, and the look made Peter’s wolf snarl, and maybe Peter just let a miniscule whisper of a growl slip out of him that caused Laura to look at him rather questionably.
There’s no denying it, Peter wants the new girl even if everyone at the table has only negative things to say about her, Peter wants the new girl and so does his wolf, and Peter always gets what he wants.
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Stiles hadn’t expected Beacon Hills High School to be such a nest of unpleasant individuals that thought far too highly of themselves and too little about those around them. There were far too many girls who thought themselves fashionistas but really were nothing more than sheep’s who followed the teachings and guidance of various silly magazines, magazines designed to sell you lies in the form of words like You Are Perfect The Way You Are while trying to convince you on more than one or two pages that you weren’t pretty enough without this make-up or that make-up, one page would tell you to Love Yourself while telling you on the next page how to lose a couple of stones or hailing the false beauties of young women who were as natural and organic as plastic flowers; there was nothing original about any of the girls or the clothes the wore and it was rather a pity in Stiles’ mind that the lives of her fellow ladies were so artificial and dull, and it pissed her off how she was criticized for the way she dressed and because she didn’t wear make-up.
It however isn’t just the girls at the high school that rub Stiles the wrong way, the boys are apart from Scott and Isaac and Danny Mahealani as bad as the girls, most of the guys were simply put obnoxious bastards and it wasn’t just the jocks, the pretty boys thought that because they were free of pimples and weren’t gangly or chubby that they were something special and everyone should be in awe of them, then there were the boring idiots that thought she should be interested in them the moment they threw weak-worded flattery in her direction.
A small part of Stiles wished she hadn’t come back to Beacon Hills that she’d just stayed away, but of course she couldn’t stay away forever not with her dad refusing to see the light and leave the town and start a new-life somewhere else; although he dad had started a new life with Scott’s mother Melissa and Stiles was fine with that but why did they have to stay in Beacon Hills because of that?
The fact that Stiles and Scott were going to share a house and home in a few weeks once both their families had managed to move into the new house, or rather once Stiles had finally got her things packed in boxes that were heading for one of the charity shops, wasn’t enough to make her feel any less annoyed with her situation in life; she’d liked staying with her maternal-grandmother and aunt in New York but her dad insisted she come home, or rather had made demands and even thrown the “I’m your dad Stiles” card on the table.
Closing her locker which had a dodgy lock that was driving her crazy enough to start thinking about carrying her books around all the time from one classroom to the next and home at the end of the day, she’s startled by the fairly good looking guy leaning against the Scott’s locker like he belongs there.
There’s something positively unnerving about the guy she suspected was Peter Hale, there was something wrong about his perfect smile it made all the hairs on her body stand-up, and his grin was all charm and seduction but that smile didn’t have the effect the guy probably wished it would; the smile made her feel like she was standing face to face with a predator one which was determined to devour her.
`Can I help you? ´ Stiles asks, not really all that interested in helping the guy who seemed to fit the mold of Peter Hale, the smile on the fairly handsome face grows and the guy in the leather jacket stands-up straight and offers his hand which she finds odd but she takes it none the less ready to introduce herself like some old-timer with manners never expecting to be kissed at the back of her hand.
`Peter Hale at your service.´ the guy Erica as well as Scott and Isaac had warned her about, it seemed Peter Hale was the guy who seemed to have only one goal in life and that was to at least fuck half of the girls in high school before graduating.
`Really? ´ Stiles can’t stop the eye-roll that followed her rather dry reply, `A my service? You couldn’t come up with something more exciting? ´
`I’m sure I can come with something more exciting on our date.´ Hale says leaning a little bit too close for Stiles comfort, unless she liked a person invading her personal bubble was never a good thing.
`And that,´ Stiles says while pushing the not so charming Hale who had a surprisingly firm chest which seemed to be a male-Hale thing, `Is so not tempting.´ and with that Stiles grabbed her things and with a sharpish, `Now if you’ll excuse me I have a tryout to get too.´ Stiles was already running late for the tryouts and Hale was making her even late, then again it could be his plan because wasn’t douche-king Whittemore sitting at the same table as the all the Hales?
`What tryouts could you possibly be going too? ´ Hale asks as he follows her out of the building to Stiles beloved Jeep, sure it was probably one merciless break or sharp turn away from breaking down not that she would admit it out loud because if she did her dad would force her to get a bland-safe far more modern run of the mill car.
Stiles unlocks her Jeep and throws her bag into the car ignoring the jock while grabbing her Lacrosse gear, for the past week or two she’d been practicing with Isaac and Scott the three of them getting ready to try and get on the team that had yet to score a win.
`Lacrosse? ´ Hale laughs before rather patronizingly telling her she’s too pretty to participate in such an undignified sport.
`First of all, ´ Stiles hisses as she turns around to glare at the oldest of the four Hale’s at Beacon Hills High School, `Telling me that I’m too pretty to play sports is not a compliment Mr. Hale, it’s rather an insult. And second, you honestly think talking down at me is going to make me all weak in the knees because you paint it up with a smile you think is charming? I’m not a thing desperate for acceptance or attention, so please just stop. Go after some easier prey because if you think you can harass me into something then you are gravely mistaken.´ and with that Stiles locks her Jeep and with her Lacrosse gear in hand she heads in the direction of the locker-room, she may trip a couple of times as she walks.
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Oh she’s feisty, Peter thinks as Stiles Stilinski walks away, he however doesn’t leave instead he makes his way to the field eager to watch how his pretty girl will do. There aren’t all that many people there to watch, only a few such as Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin and a couple of other people, he takes as seat ignoring the looks he’s getting.
It turns out that Stilinski or as the coach calls her Bilinski isn’t as clumsy on the field as she is off of it, she’s quick on her feet although her aim isn’t all that great, but she’s like the little engine that could always getting back-up when knocked down and keep on going no matter the hateful crap Jackson hisses in her face; then there is the way Stilinski, McCall and Lahey work together like a well-oiled machine, and Peter knows without a doubt that coach can’t take one of the three without taking the two others too.
As he watches her move amongst those much larger than her, Peter can’t help but think what a beautiful wolf Stiles would make, and his wolf can’t help but think that the she would make the most excellent mate.