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"Stiles! If you don't get up, I'm eating this entire package of bacon myself!" Someone yelled. I jerked awake and sat up. I tried to place where I was, but couldn't.

"You wouldn't dare! I'm up!" Stiles shouted next to me. I jumped and fell off of the bed. I smelled smoke and saw flames dancing from my fingertips. I singed the floor.

"Shit," I cursed and said a quick spell to fix it.

"Oh, my God. Are you okay?!" Stiles asked me, as he scrambled off of his bed. His body shook with laughter. I nodded.

"Yeah, and so is your floor." I replied. He nodded.

"Yeah… I didn't know that you could do that. Y'know, the whole, fingers on fire thing…" He explained. I nodded.

"Can I shower?" I asked him. His breath hitched. He looked at me and I knew he was trying not to look at the rest of my body.

"Y-yeah, you can totally shower… There's nothing weird with you showering… standing naked in my bathroom… because that's how people shower… and God… Yeah. You can totally shower." He stumbled his way through his response.

"Kid! Lydia is here! She's coming upstairs! She has clothes for your friend! We still need to talk about that!" John yelled from downstairs. Stiles turned red and scratched the back of his head.

"I'm gonna… I'm gonna go talk to my dad and I'll let you, uh, shower." Stiles excused himself. I nodded.

He paused, right before he opened his bedroom door and walked back over to me. He gave me a soft kiss, before continuing his way downstairs. I smiled after him and touched my lips. No sooner had the door closed, a knock sounded.

"Come in." I told Lydia. She walked inside with a knowing look. She was holding my schoolbag and some clothes for me.

"I thought you might need these. I mean, you could always go to school in Stiles' clothes, but I had a feeling you would prefer your own." She smirked at me. I blushed under her calculated gaze. "You and Stiles?" She guessed. I nodded. "Good for you." She added. "Go shower. We need to get you ready for your first day."

Stiles' POV

"Son, do I need to give you the talk?" Dad asked me as I walked into the kitchen. I cringed.

"God, Dad, never say that again. No. You don't. I'm good. I know what condoms and safe are. We didn't have sex. We just fell asleep. It was a long day. Neither of us slept the night before." I told him. He looked relieved.

"Good, you almost gave your old man a heart attack, Kid. Are you two dating?" He pressed. I shrugged, trying to play cool. He clapped my shoulder with his hand. "Good for you, Son! She's a looker."

"Jeez Dad, there are some things I just don't ever need to hear coming from your mouth."

"What? What did I say?"

"Don't think that I forgot about the bacon."

Bonnie's POV

Lydia brought me a colorful striped dress that I forgot that I had. It falls a couple of inches about my knees and paired nicely with the black blazer she brought. I slipped on black and white patterned flats and finished the outfit off with a long silver necklace and a black leather clutch. I went with natural looking makeup and only really put emphasis on my eyes. I put a hint of curl in my hair and waited for Lydia's approval.

We headed downstairs, once my appearance was okayed. I have a feeling that Lydia and Caroline would really get along. Stiles turned and looked at me as we walked over to the dining room table. His lips curved into a smile.

"I'm gonna go get ready. I'll only be a few minutes." Stiles told me. He pressed his lips on my cheek, before dumping his plate into the sink and bolting upstairs.

"I'm going to go make sure he looks suitable to be your arm candy." Lydia sang, as she went back upstairs. Remind me not to get on her bad side.

I rode to school with Lydia, because Stiles had to pick up Scott. His bike broke down or something. I wasn't ready when we pulled into the parking lot and I'm definitely not ready now. Jackson is supposed to meet us at Lydia's locker.

"Relax. Take a deep breath. Throw your head back. Stand up straight and walk like you own this bitch. You look hot. If you show fear, they'll eat you alive. Come on. You've got this." Lydia told me as we walked inside of the building. As soon as we stepped inside, the hallway got quiet. I'm new. I'm not that surprised. It's a small town. Lydia tossed her hair over her shoulder, looked at me, linked our arms and we were off.

"Who's the new girl?" Some guy asked as we reached Jackson.

"Why the fuck do you care, Greenberg?" Jackson asked him. He shrugged.

"She's hot."

"She has a boyfriend." Lydia told him.

"Don't you have someone else to annoy somewhere?" Jackson asked him. That's all it took for him to scurry off. "I gotta go ask Coach something, but I wanted to see you before classes." Jackson told Lydia. She smiled at him. He leaned in and kissed her. They pulled away and Jackson smiled at me. "Welcome to Beacon Hills." He told me, before giving me a quick hug. I stared after him in confusion, after he left.

"That was weird, right?" I asked Lydia. She laughed.

"He just likes you. Jackson's an ass, if you haven't noticed. He's very selective with who he becomes friends with. Apart from me, he only has Danny. I would take it as a good sign."

By third period, I met Danny and instantly knew why everyone liked him. How could they not? He's so nice and those dimples! I didn't miss the way that he and Isaac kept making eye contact. It's adorable. I didn't have too many classes with them, since I'm a senior and they're juniors.

"You're new." Coach Finstock told me. I nodded at him. He looked confused. "We have a new girl? Why doesn't anyone ever tell me anything?" He complained. I tried not to laugh. "Who are you?" He asked me.

"I'm Bonnie, Bonnie Bennett." I told him. He nodded.

"I knew your mom and your grandma. She was a good woman, Sheila. What brings you to California?" He asked me.

"Who cares? She's hot!" Someone yelled from the back.

"Can it, Greenberg! Why do you keep getting held back?!" Coach snapped.

"Dude, she has a boyfriend." Scott spoke up.

"Who?" Greenberg pressed. Stiles gestured to himself. A few people laughed, including Coach.

"Seriously, Stilinski, you have a girlfriend?!" Coach asked. "Who?" It was my turn to gesture to myself.

"That would be me." I answered.

"Good for you," Coach told him. Stiles smiled, proudly.

"She can do better!" Greenberg argued.

"Get the hell out of my classroom, Greenberg!"