Last Night A Little Dancer, Came Dancin' Through My Door
Haille woke up on the first morning of living in California to her mother beating on the door, calling for her to wake up. Grumbling to herself, she flung her hand out and caught the first thing she came in contact with, which happened to be a shoe, and threw it at the door. Her mother's footsteps retreated down the hallway, knowing she had done her job.
Like any other teenager, Haille hated waking up. Especially waking up in a new room, in a new house, in a new town, in a new state. She hated knowing that she wouldn't be seeing her friends anymore (even though there were only a few), and she hated knowing she'd be forced to interact with even more people who would mean absolutely nothing to her. And that was perfectly justifiable, because they either wouldn't care about her or would make fun of her.
Her eyes peeled open to stare at the bright purple painted walls the previous owners had painted it. Her lip curled up in distaste as she promised herself she would drop by the local Home Depot and pick up a few cans of red and black paint. It's not that she didn't like purple, the color just wasn't her and screamed "look at me! I'm a ten year old kids favorite color!" While it was cute at that age, it just wasn't her style now.
Haille liked a lot of black. No-she loved a lot of black. Black was her favorite thing to wear in the entire world. So after she got out of the shower and pulled on black and white split jeans, black and white shoes, accessories, and a black band t-shirt, she naturally smiled at herself in the mirror. The smile stayed on her face while she was blow drying her long black hair, making sure the dyed blond in the front framed her face perfectly before applying her black eyeliner and mascara. She then popped one of her iron pills into her mouth. She was anemic because her body could not make enough hemoglobin and she didn't consume enough iron to compensate for it.
"Ready for hell." She spoke softly to herself, squaring her shoulders before grabbing her drumsticks and hobo book bag and she had filled the day before and set off to her baby. It was a worn down white pickup truck she had gotten when she was only thirteen (because her mother forgot she couldn't drive and was sick of driving her places), but she loved it for all of its little quirks. It was her most prized possession besides her drums and percussion set.
Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel she pulled out of the parking lot and onto the vacant street. She fiddled with the radio before taking out a personally made CD, letting the sweet sound that was Black Veil Brides consume her. She drive by the cemetery, seeing a police car parked and a few figures out in the distance talking. Haille shook her head, hoping it was just a stupid prank or something. By the time she pulled into Beacon Hills high school's parking lot, their song "Fallen Angels" was blasting through her closed window. Some students turned to shoot her nasty looks at the dark music, but she ignored them as she parked in the first available spot.
She slid out, sliding her keys into her pocket and shouldered her bag, staring up at the oddly bright high school with a million windows. She ignored her fellow students as she walked up to the sidewalk.
"She ate the liver?" A guy she was walking behind asked a guy next to him, his face scrunched up. He had slightly shaggy black hair and a nice tan, while the other had short brown hair and cute freckles. Must be talking about some stupid show, she reasoned with herself, but her interest was spiked. She walked just far enough behind them to appear normal, but still able to hear them.
"No, I didn't say she ate it." Freckles spoke. "I just said it was missing. And you know what? Even if she did it's the most nutritious part of the body."
That's enough eavesdropping for today, she decided and dropped back farther before she could hear any more. She quickly went opposite ways with the two in search of the office to pick up her books and schedule. A semi-polite staff member helped her collect her books and gave her her schedule before shooing her off because they were apparently oh so busy.
While she walked aimlessly down the halls before school started, a boy shot past her quickly, carrying a backpack over one shoulder, his brown curls ruffled slightly and a fading black eye. Her eyes followed him curiously until he slid into the boys locker area. When the bell rang, she realized she had to try and find her chemistry class. She groaned, realizing her crippling need to not ask for help would keep her from getting to class on time.
Thirty seconds after the bell rang and the halls were cleared she stumbled upon her classroom. Silently shouting in victory she strolled in, surveying the room. There were the two weirdo's from before, while the teacher was handing out papers. He shot her an annoyed look, straightening.
"You obviously must be the new student." He drawled as if it were the most disinteresting thing in the world. Her entrance had caused most eyes to rest on her, but when he spoke up the rest followed.
"Obviously." Haille muttered back, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the dark haired man. She shifted her weight to the opposite foot, tapping gently to calm her nerves. She had never been the new kid before so all she wanted to do was find a seat so the eyes would disappear.
"Would you like an invitation to take a seat?" He asked, giving her another of his annoyed looks. She shot him one back, not wanting to a victim of his bad mood.
"Would you like to stop being so rude?" She responded, smiling sweetly but went to take a seat at an empty table near the back of the classroom.
Just a minute into the quiz weirdo number two leaned forward to whisper something to weirdo number one, causing Mr. Bad Attitude to speak up again. She learned that their names were Scott and Stiles, and Stiles now had detention with him. Only a minute later a guy named Jackson got a weird, black bleeding nose bleed and had to run out of class. She sighed, shaking her head as she finished the pop quiz and turned it in before heading back to her seat. When she did, she saw the same curly haired boy glance up at her before back down at his paper.
He's kinda cute, she thought to herself as she stared at the back of his head for a few seconds. She wondered who gave him that shiner, though. He didn't look like someone to cause any trouble. She appreciated that in someone, even though she was a trouble causer of her own-within good reason, of course.
"Hey!" A voice called as she left her first class. She turned curiously, seeing Stiles with Scott not far behind. He gave a smile, catching up to her. Scott looked less than interested like he did when she first walked in.
"Hi." Haille responded, raising an eyebrow. She was confused as to why they wanted to talk to her. The whole liver thing still lingered at the back of her mind.
"So, um, where are you from?" He asked, attempting at being casual but it all came out awkward. She held back a laugh.
"Washington." She said, nodding slightly as she continued to walk down the kept up next to her as Scott excused himself.
"Hey, I'm Stiles." He told her, quickly realizing he didn't introduce himself.
"Usually people introduce themselves first." She responded, chuckling. "I'm Haille."
"Yeah, sorry." Stiles let out a nervous chuckle after hers. "Since you're new and everything, did you maybe want to sit with us for lunch, today, during lunch?"
Haille was surprised by his friendliness. "Oh, um, I was actually planning on being a loner in the library today. How about tomorrow or something?"
"Yeah! Sure, that's fine." Stiles responded, giving a brief smile. "I'm gonna go."
"Bye." Haille said as she watched him walk into his next class. She set her gaze on a girl she remembered as Allison, looking distraught as she glanced at two girls who were obviously talking about her. She frowned, making sure she sent them a nasty glare that left them silent as she passed. From what she had seen Allison was a nice girl and though she had only introduced herself and made sure she was liking Beacon Hills, she didn't want others spreading nasty words about her because she was a nice girl. Besides, she was dating Scott who hung around Stiles, and anyone who was friends with Stiles had to be harmless.
When lunch rolled around, she kept her promise and lugged her now filled bag to the library. She smiled softly at the librarian who shot her a happy look and made her way towards one of the rows of books. She sat her bag on a table and went to comb through what they had to offer. She realized she wasn't alone when she found herself staring into the blue eyes of a hunched over boy through the books looking at the titles. His eyes flickered up to meet hers, and she noticed it was Isaac-the guy from her chemistry class. She also had him in her math class and they were seated side by side, where she learned his name when the teacher called on him. He was a very quiet boy from what she could tell.
"Sorry." She found herself quietly saying as she averted her eyes, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. What the fuck?, she scolded herself, you haven't acted like this since you were in elementary school. Pull yourself together, girl.
"It's fine." He whispered back, his eyes staring at her for a few more seconds longer before he quickly looked back down at the books. He had two classes with her so far, and the first class left a feeling that she had a bad attitude. Then again, Mr. Harris always left a less than desirable attitude in most of his students. He always seemed like he absolutely hated his job, so Isaac decided not to hold it against her. She wanted to say more, but her sudden tongue-tied mind left her blank, so she left behind the books to set out on her mountain of homework.
School ended quickly, with only another weird conversation with Stiles to add to her list of eventful things that happened her first day. She climbed into her pickup truck after dropping her books off and stopping by the library one last time, the familiar music picking up where it left off that morning. When she braked at a red light, she saw a blue jeep pull alongside her. She glanced inside to see Stiles, and mouthed 'she cried more, more, more' from Black Veil Brides cover of "Rebel Yell" before hitting the gas.
"What the..." She mumbled to herself as she passed the cemetery. There were multiple filming crews set up behind a barrier, and she could just make out Allison as the people she assumed to be her parents ushered her towards the chairs surrounding a casket. She frowned, wishing the girl luck mentally before continuing to her new home.
When she got home, her mother was gone. She expected it of course, seeing as how she was a nurse and they had moved because she was offered better pay here. She dropped her things, having no homework since she finished it all in the library after the awkward encounter with the cute curly haired boy, and reflected on the days events.
She had only actually talked to a handful of people she actually enjoyed being around. Stiles was funny and awkward, something she loved because he seemed to be himself around her. Scott was nice; a little distant but polite, but when she mentioned meeting Allison his eyes lit up like he was a little boy on Christmas day again. And Isaac... She didn't know why, but her heart sped up a little every time she looked at him. She wanted to reach out and pet his hair, and his blue eyes were knee-weakening. She didn't understand how a guy that gawk worthy would be spending his time in a library during lunch like a loser like herself.
"Oh well." Haille murmured to herself, swiping her index finger carefully with the black nail polish. "Just another thing to the growing list of the weirdness that is Beacon Hills."
AN: I want you guys to become emotionally invested in my original character. Too many times I pass up on reading OC scenes on others stories because I'm simply not interested in them, and am just there for the celebrity. If there's anything you think is wrong or disinteresting, or that you would like to see more of, please don't think you can't say anything. I will consider each and every option you guys throw at me.
Other than that, reviews are amazing because it let's me know that my writing is not completely atrocious. Since I'm just starting this story and I'm not sure exactly where it's going to lead me, I can only promise at least an update a week. I also do custom outfits for my OC's, so I'll always post a link right before the story starts so you can see what she wears (I'm addicted to Polyvore). For this chapter, the link is: cgi/set?id=87529817