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*Iris' POV*
I had only moved to Beacon Hills California a month ago, and already I had the most amazing best friend in the world. Since I had started school so late in the year I figured I would have a hard time making friends, boy was I wrong. Isabella Valentino was the first person I really met at Beacon Hills High, we became best friends immediately. Izzy gave me a tour of the school and introduced me to her friend Stiles Stilinski. I wasn't too sure about Stiles at first, I thought he was kind of strange. He has so much energy, and at first I couldn't tell when he was being serious and when he wasn't since he used so much sarcasm on a daily bases.
I got introduced to even more people after Stiles. He introduced me to his best friend Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, and Jackson Whitmore. Jackson was Lydia's boyfriend, but after a while they broke up and Jackson moved to London. I'm not sure why they broke up. There was quite a bit of strange things going on at the time, people were dying and the group just seemed off. They were always whispering and then they'd stop whenever I came to the table. For a while I thought that maybe they were talking about me, I thought that maybe they didn't want me there, so I started sitting alone outside during lunch.
Soon I found out that they were all just going though a rough time with Jackson moving to Europe, and Scott's girlfriend Allison had broken up with him. Eventually things went back to normal, and Scott and Allison decided to stay friends.
One day after school I went over to Stiles' to study for the upcoming Chemistry test. I knocked on the front door and Mr. Stilinski let me in telling me that Stiles' room was up the stairs. I go upstairs and into Stiles' room immediately walking right into a wall of muscle. The impact barley effected the wall, however I lost my balance and fell backwards somehow being caught by the arm before I could hit the floor. I mumbled an apology and looked up blushing.
The person I ran into was a man, he looked about 24, he was about 6 feet tall and had black hair and green eyes, his jaw was covered in stubble, overall he was very attractive. I blushed some more and he asked me if I was okay. I nodded and he helped me stand.
Stiles just stood there looking surprised. It was then that I was introduced to his "cousin Miguel from Mexico." Later I would learn that "cousin Miguel" was actually Derek Hale.
The year went on and I grew closer to all of these people, they were like my second family. We gained and lost several people along the way, first it was Erica Reyes, and the then Vernon Boyd. They had changed a lot in the time I knew them. We were never friends, but I saw a change. They became popular and Erica looked gorgeous. Erica was apparently kidnapped and killed, later on was when we lost Boyd. The following weeks were hard for all of us, part of it was because of our recent losses, but I still felt like there was something my friends weren't telling me.
A few weeks later I called Stiles to ask for a ride to school because my car had chosen to break down on me. He said yes and arrived at my house with Izzy about ten minutes later. I hopped into the backseat of the jeep and thanked stiles for being able to give me a ride on such short notice. He said he could do it anytime I needed. and so after school I got shotgun since I managed to make it to the jeep before Izzy. Izzy didn't have a car yet so she got a ride from Stiles everyday. Once Izzy got into the jeep Stile's told us that he needed to stop buy some guy named Derek's place to pick up something for Scott.
We arrived at an apartment complex about fifteen minutes later. Izzy and I got out of the jeep and followed Stiles inside. We entered a nice sized loft apartment. It wasn't decorated or anything, in fact it almost didn't seem like anybody was living there. There was a bed, a couch, and a kitchen area, but that was the only sign that the loft was inhabited. We walked further into the large room. I looked around but I didn't see anyone besides my two friends who had entered with me.
A voice comes from behind us giving one of those attention grabbing coughs. I jump and turn towards the sound along with the other two. The man who stood before us wore a smirk on his face. He was about 5'10, with dark brown hair, blue-gray eyes, and a stubble covered jaw. He was very attractive. He looked about 35 years old and had this sassy look to him.
"Well well well, if it isn't the Klutz, the Nerd, and the..." the man makes a confused face when he sees me, "Who's this?" he asks tilting his head to the side.
Stiles steps in front of me in a protective manor, "Peter, where's Derek?" he asks the man with a glare.
"It's not nice to ask a question before you've answered the person who asked you one first," the man replies with a fake pout.
Another person enters the room who I recognize to be Stiles' cousin Miguel.
"Stiles!" he says calling him over.
The man called Peter rolls his eyes as Stiles go over to his cousin.
"What's Miguel doing here?" I ask Izzy confused.
"Who's Miguel?" she asks just as confused as I am.
"The guy Stiles is talking to," I reply as if it's obvious.
She looks at me as if I'm crazy, "His name isn't Miguel. That's Derek Hale."
I frown, "oh." Stiles lied to me.
Izzy goes over to Stiles and Derek -who apparently isn't his cousin either- and joins in their conversation. I stand there awkwardly as Peter looks me up and down,
"Hi," he winks, "I'm Derek's uncle, Peter."
"Oh," I reply nervously, "hi."
He watches me as if waiting for something more. I watch Derek hand Stiles an older looking book.
"And you are?" Peter asks, calling my attention back to him.
I look up into his blue-gray eyes, "I'm Iris."
He seem to think about it for a moment, "Iris," he says trying it out.
The way he says my name makes me shiver and my stomach clenches, not in a bad way, it turned me on.
He nods after a moment and smirks at me, "I like it."
"Thanks," I blush.
I was too caught up with Peter that I didn't hear Stiles and Izzy approach. Stiles makes an annoyed cough sound which causes me to jump. I turn to face him.
"Ready to go?" he asks.
"Oh, um, yeah," I nod.
Stiles glares at Peter who just seems to shrug it off. I follow Stiles and Izzy to the door with Peter a step behind me. He lets my friends exit on their own but then he hold the door open for me.
I give him a nervous smile and mumble a thank you as I walk out, "Bye," I say with a tiny wave.
"Goodbye, Iris," he says with an almost mischievous gleam in his eyes, once again giving me chills.