Scott felt like his head was banging into a wall, the hollow ache still present. Which was weird, considering the actual place where he got the bite, his stomach, wasn't hurting at all. It felt normal, like too normal. When Stiles joked about some "lycantrophy" or whatever theory, he just pulled a "Shut up" and turned to his notebook again.

Suddenly a loud noise was ringing in his head, the noise of the bell almost too much for some reason. Was it always this loud? and it didn't even stop there. The texting from other people's phones, the constant clicks, laughs, some catchy pop music from someone's cheap earphones. God damn, I didn't think my ears were that good. Scott thought to himself. Then another voice broke through the haze. It was... enchanting, in a way. Bringing all his attention to one place instead of scattered all over the floor. He looked around to find the source of the voice, no one inside seemed to have a phone call in the middle of a class. When his gaze locked somewhere outside the window, that's when he spotted her.

"Mom, three calls in my first day is a little overdoing it. Yes, I got everything. Everything except... a pen... Oh my god, I didn't actually forget a pen! Okay, whatever, I gotta go. Love ya."

Why was Scott hearing this girl's phone call from feet away when she was standing outside and he was inside the class? No idea. Was he complaining? Definitely not. He watched as teacher walked to that girl, leading her to the entrance of the school building. Scott followed the sound of the footsteps, his head turning whatever direction they were taking. Then she entered their class. Holy God, must be my lucky day... She was a vision, truly. Standing in the doorway with a smile on her face as the teacher introduced her to class.

"Class, this is our new student," the teacher said.

With that the teacher turned and walked away, leaving the class to themselves as she took one of the only few spots empty, right behind Scott.

Scott grabbed a pen from his desk, not even asking, since he somehow heard that she forgot a pen, and turned around to face her in his desk. He handed it to her with his usual sheepish, small smile whenever he tried to talk to a girl he found pretty.