mazewolf

[mazewolf]

Kinda written without a thought and zero brain power

Probably cringe, it’s like a rough draft but worse

Anyways enjoy :)

It was the first day back at school where she sat next to her best friends Scott and Stiles though she’s more spaced out than anything, today feels different… she’s been having dreams that’s hard to describe and making it hard to focus ignoring the world around her, well that was until Allison came in

“A greenie?…” she muttered making both Scott and her best friend look at her weirdly, they had never heard her say anything like that before, they didn’t even know that was a word.

“A what?” Stiles gave a confused mutter trying to stay quiet while Scott offered Allison a pencil

“I…don’t know…“ she shifted a bit in her seat, why did she say that? Why did it sound so familiar? Her pencil began to tap as she anxiously waited for the class to end and end it did with the bell ringing making her shoot up out of her seat leaving both of her concerned friends behind as she left the class in a hurry but not before she accidentally ran into someone watching books drop down hitting the others leg making her nose scrunch up a bit, that’s gotta hurt, she hurries to help the person pick up their books

“I’m so sorry-” she apologizes looking up as the words from her throat came to a complete stop, the blonde hair, those eyes, she knows him…but from where?

“It’s alright surprisingly not the first time it’s happened” He gave a small unsure smile after gathering the rest and holding out his hand for a shake ”I’m -”

“Newt…?“ She quietly said, she didn’t know if that was his name, she didn’t know him so why ? Why did she say that? Why did he look and sound so familiar to her?

“Ah actually it’s Isaac but my friends call me Newt…how did you-?” He trailed off giving her a look, not one of accusatory but one of curiosity, little did she know he also felt a small pull of familiarity with her

“Oh well I …heard it from your friends and picked up on it” she excused quickly before shaking his hand “I’m (name) it’s nice to meet you, hope the books didn’t hurt your leg even more -”

“My leg ?…how did you know about my leg?...” His brows furrowed slightly as she took her hands away awkwardly

“Your limp..?” She said unsurely and gave him an apologetic look as she was cut off by her friend Stiles swiftly managing to take her away leaving her no room to talk to the boy. Yet that didn’t stop them from looking at each other when leaving.

Both of them wondering what in the world was that? And why did it seem so familiar?