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Iâm so sick of being a nobody. I wanna be popular.
That was the last conscious thought Scott McCall had the night before. His first thought upon waking up the next day was what? He woke up after hearing his mom yell from downstairs, for some reason they werenât muffled like they usually were, but that wasnât why he was confused. Her words didnât make any sense. A bike? Then he happened to glance around his room, or at least what he thought had to be his room. The layout was more or less the same, but some things had been moved around. Unfamiliar posters lined the walls and he swore there was more laundry strewn across the floor. He didnât have time to wonder though because he caught sight of the time (thankfully his alarm clock was still there, even if it was now cracked).
It wasnât until he was outside with his backpack strapped on that he realized what his mom had been talking about. He glanced at the bike warily. Heâd always wanted one, but he refused to believe it was actually his. Scott glanced back at the house wondering if his mom had bought it for him, but he immediately disregarded the idea. Heâd heard enough of her lectures about them. Scott almost thought of his dad, but that was even more impossible to imagine. Either way, he decided to just go for it and found the helmet. Heâd have to text Stiles after he got there so he could show him.
He swore it took even more time than usual, but eventually Scott made it to the school in one piece, more or less. Dude, Iâm here. Where are YOU??? I have to show you something!!! He sent the text message to Stiles as he finally started walking toward the school. He frowned a few minutes later when he hadnât gotten a message back. Scott saw him a second later though at his locker and raced over. âStiles, there you are! Hey, wait- what happened to your hair?â
