To Be An Argent

by FallenAngelEm

I am an Argent. I hunt werewolves. The woman of our family are born to be leaders, the men soldiers. I will be one. Unlike Allison, who has a werewolf boyfriend. I will kill werewolves with either my Katana, Throwing Knives, Bow and Arrow or a gun. That's what I was born to do. And I promised that. Until HE came along. Everything changed then. Isaac/OC won't start till later on.

1. And So It Begins

PLEASE NOTE I WROTE THIS IN 2014 I WAS SOOO IMMATURE AND I DON'T WANT TO REWRITE SO MANY CHAPTERSSSS BUT I WILL GO BAKC AND EDIT BECAUSE I MADE SO MANY MISTAKES...IT GETS BETTER AS YOU GO ON...give this shit a chance I WRITE WAYYY BETTER NOW BUT THIS STORY UP TILL MAYBE CHAPTER 20 IS CRINGEY ASF!

I opened my bedroom door and there was Allison, my not so twin sister, about to knock, with a box in her hand that was very similar to the one I was holding.

"This is your stuff," we said in unison. The freaky twin stuff is happening. I mean, we're fraternal but we still do the freaky twinsies thing. After exchanging boxes, I walked back into my room and threw my box to the side. All the contents spilled out.

Damn you, box. I'm not sure what I was expecting.

Welp. Oh well.

Cleanliness is so important to me; hygiene and order wise. I have a mild case of germophobia but besides that, it's my personal preference to just have things extremely clean and immaculate. I have other things like I like everything to be even and such. But besides that, I didn't want to clean my room. I'm lazyyyyyy. I'll just face the other way and ignore it, everything will be fine.

Oh well. I tried. Like really, really tried to ignore how messy my room was.

I cleaned it.

I cleaned my whole room.

Oh, come on! How does one live in such messiness and not go crazy?! I went down the stairs by sliding down the banister to the steps. My mother does not approve of my doing such things, Well, I DON'T CARE MOM.

"Don't complain to me if you get hurt," she said with attitude. This is just my mom being nice. My mom is like the stereotype of a redhead. Evil.

"I won't do it again," I grumbled to her and then kept on walking around the house to find my dad. Found him! He was in the garage doing nothing important. I decided it was a great time to beg, "Daddy, are you gonna get that Katana for meeeee." I made the face. The-I'm-'bout-to-get-whatever-I-want-puppy-dog-face.

He picked up my old -but now Allison's compound bow- and held it up. "Whatever happened to archery or throwing knives? Every time we get you something new you want something else all over again," he said.

What? The lies! Ummmmmm, for you information, it took me eight months to master archery and two years to master throwing knives!

"Daddyyyyyy, at least I'm providing Allison new stuff with my old stuff. I beg of you, please, please provide me with this Katana. I really would like to learn how to use one."

He said no. What a bad dad! Wouldn't you get your only but not only daughter whatever she wants!? I stomped back over to my room, knocking over things in the process and getting some protests from my mother. What? I am a destructive person when I get mad!

Nah, I'm kidding. Well only a little. I have a disorder which makes me have frequent and severe temper tantrums. Yeah. I'm crazy. Get over it. Whatever, I'm not going to over react; I'll get it somehow. I ran away to my room that was on the third fucking floor. My house is fucking huge. The first floor held a guest room with its own bathroom, a half bathroom, a tv room, sitting room, the kitchen, dining room, and the garage. The second floor had my parents room, their bathroom, the office, another room that I use for training and another bathroom. The third floor was the smallest with only my room, my sisters room, and our shared bathroom. Yeah, my family is kind of rich.

I looked at my huge room. I have no idea how long we've been here but I was still unpacking, along with my sister while my parents are pretty much done. I hate new places and unpacking is one of the biggest reasons why. It's tiring and takes way too long.

"Helloooooooo," I yelled at my door when a knock pulled me from my thoughts. Allison walked in. I don't remember inviting her in.

"What'cha doin?" she asked. Apparently, she wanted to be that girl from that Disney show. I don't watch Disney! I swear! Ok, that's a lie. It's Isabella from Phineas and Ferb, one of the best things on Earth. "Wanna take this best friend quiz? I don't think we did this one," Allison handed me a magazine and I looked the questions over.

"I guess, it doesn't really matter; we ace every single one," I said and read the first question. "What is my favorite color?"

Allison didn't even have to think, "Purple. Sometimes blue-barely pink. Halfway yellow."

Oh, how you get me. The power of twinsies! We got every single answer correct for each other. We could trade lives. And no one would suspect a thing. I mean, if we looked alike, then we could trade lives but we don't so people WOULD suspect a thing. Allison looks older than me. I think she does. I mean, she looks older, but I sound older. I have that chill, slacker's voice, and she sounds like a little girl. I'm older than her, by five minutes or so. But, I'm older. I swear!

Allison and I have the same bisque skin tone and wide eye shape. Even our eyebrows had the same arch, mines were just a bit thicker is all. Our noses were also the same shape and size and that pretty much is where our similarities stop. While I had my dads ocean blue-sometimes emerald eyes, my sister had the same whiskey eyes my mom did. Allison has a very strong square jaw compared to my heart shaped face, not only that but my lips were plump while hers were much thinner; that's all. Body wise, we were complete opposites, I was short and even though I was fit with a flat stomach, I had a curvy hourglass figure and my sister was very tall and petite. People never believe we're twins because being fraternal is too hard of a concept for their pea size brains.

"Jocey, what are you wearing for our first day of school tomorrow?" Allison asks me, getting my attention. Oh, crap! I forgot about dumb school! I rolled off my bed- which was really hard because it's a circle- and walked over to my closet.

"Well for my first day, I want to make the first impression I'm not a girly-girl, that I have style, but swag. I want to look like an OG."

"Which means?" Allison asked. Girl, you are so clueless. Like totally clueless. I swear.

"Um, it means original gangster. Like a total G, yo."

Allison laughed, and I joined in after a second. When we were done giggling, Allison checked the time on my alarm clock and lifted herself up. It was 9:45. "I need to finish unpacking my clothes unless I wanna look a total mess tomorrow.

"You haven't even finished unpacking clothes? Jesus. Well I call the shower. I need to wash and braid my hair, eat some fries, brush my teeth and hit the hay," I explained. My sister nodded her head and walked to my door. When she left, she shut it behind her. I proceeded to carry out my plans for the night. Mommy made some kind of dinner but I really prefer a plate of fries and ketchup. The usual. My fries were great and I got a great nights rest with a happy and full stomach.

I woke up at 5:25 and got in the shower for like thirty minutes. In the shower, I brushed my teeth and did a face mask. Then, when I unbraided my hair, it was nice and wavy, just how I wanted. My hair was three different colors. Black on top, brown then like a hazel color. My ombre was getting old, and I've been wanting to change up my look but instead of dying my hair, I was contemplating sneaking some piercings. Maybe a tongue or belly ring. I already had three ear piercings and I would've gotten a nose ring, but I did not want to damage my face. I knew my parents wouldn't allow those piercings though.

In my room, I opened my closet doors and grabbed my brand new maroon, long sleeved varsity PINK shirt. I'm dressing simple today. I grab some ripped jeans and all black high top converse. That's good enough. My skin is so pale today. Oh wait, I'm reallllly ashy. I put on this very good smelling lotion. It says it was a peach scented lotion.

I've never smelt a peach.

Whatever.

I finished my waffles when Allison came downstairs. She dressed in a plain shirt, jeans, and boots. "Are you going to eat breakfast?" I asked and dumped my plate in the sink.

Mommy came downstairs and so did dad with wide smiles. Ugh, parents. "Oh, my girls all dressed up and ready for their first day of their sophomore year!"

Allison rolled her eyes, and I rolled mines after. "Mom, we had about five first days of sophomore years," I said with an attitude. It's true, were BOTH supposed to be in our junior year. We move so much that we stayed back, and that's our parent's fault.

"I hope no one asks, 'really you're twins? You look nothing alike' after we tell them. Those people are sooo annoying," I said and Allison agreed. Then I added, "I will punch someone in their neck."

Allison did one of those surprised, spitty laughs. My mom shook her head at me with a smile and my dad gave me an I'm-so-proud-that-you-my-daughter gaze. I think. Probably.

"Joc!" my mom exclaimed. What?! I'm really serious!

After our little conversation and family morning time, Allison and I carpooled to school in her car. Now we were just chillin' outside the school. The reason we were outside was because an admin or whatever was going to meet and escort us or give a tour or something. I wasn't paying attention. I'm just bored and impatient.

"I'm 'bout to go the bathroom and snap some pics like hashtag selfie nation," I said and looked into my phone camera at myself. I am hot. Looking gooooood.

I laughed but Allison was way too busy digging in her bag to realize I was talking to her.

"Do you have a pen?" she asked me.

"Yup, exactly 6. And 16 pencils."

She looked up, relieved. I laughed as she sighed, closing her bag and holding her hand out to me.

"I didn't say I would give you one. You know full well I need everything to be an even number." She made a growly noise, and I laughed. I'm so silly.

Oh my god. Where is this dude?

Allison's phone started ringing. I peered over her shoulder and saw that mommy was calling. Why mom? Why are you calling Allison's phone?

"Really, calling on our first day is kind of overdoing it. And I seem to have forgotten a pen and Jocelyn is already being mean to me."

I gasped. What the heck! She is such a liar!

"Oh, boohoo. You forgot a pen; that is not my problem," I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

"You're my sister!" she exclaimed. Oh really, are you sure about that?

Finally, the man came over and Allison hung up on our mom. "Hey, sorry to keep you waiting," he said.

They made small talk while he walked us through the school. I looked over the schedule the guy had given me and peeped at Allison's. Most classes were honors and advanced placement which was a goof thing. Allison also had most of the same classes as me, also a good thing so I automatically have a partner and friend. The guy informed us we had arrived at the destination of our first class and opened the door, wishing us good luck.

As soon as we walked in, everyone had their eyes on us. Allison was all nervous but I was like, Wazzup yo!

Okay, I didn't say that. I stood there through the introduction, playing with my hair while Allison played with her scarf.

I sat a row over and a seat behind Allison. Some boy turned around and handed her a pen. What? How did he know? Suspicious…..

She looked back at me after he turned around. I shrugged, and she made suggestive eyebrows. I had seen his face; he was okay but not that cute. So I rolled my eyes in response and started paying attention. I took notes the whole class and was so involved. It was really boring but I don't get straight a's by not paying attention. It'll only last a bit then I'll start giving attitude and the teachers will hate me but right now I'm in my goody-two-shoes state.

My locker was only two down from Allison so we could talk from right there. Sadly, before we could, a redheaded girl walked up to us.

She said to me, "that outfit is killer, I love that shirt."

Then to Allison, "and that jacket, where'd you get it?"

She was obviously very eager to make friends with the new girl. We were literally not dressed up at all. And she seemed like the popular cliché bitchy girl that will backstab and lie to you.

"Our mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco," the twinsies said in unison. The freaky twin thing!

"You two are my new best friends," the girl said.

Then a guy came up behind her and I learned his name was Jackson. I'm not sure if his last name was Jackson and they called him that or his parents named him what I'm sure is actually supposed to be a last name.

"So this weekend, there's a party," the girl said. I guess we'll never learn her name.

I made suggestive eyebrows at Allison and she rolled her eyes. What? Don't you want to make friends at a party? Be the cool new twins? "A party?" I asked. I really hope I didn't sound desperate because I am and that's not cool.

"Yeah, Friday night. You should come."

Damn you, Allison."Uh, we can't, its family game night this Friday," she said. I sent a glare her way and shook my head at the couple.

"My parent's won't mind of only Allison goes. So I'll be there," I said and it was Allison's turn to glare.

Jackson turned back to Allison, "you sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

What in the hell is a scrimmage? Allison watched sports, so she asked, "you mean like football?"

If they meant football why couldn't they say that and not use a big fancy word? Jackson scoffed, "footballs a joke. The sport here is lacrosse."

Again, what in the hell is lacrosse? I've never, Ever heard of 'lacrosse'.

"We've won the state championship for three straight years," Jackson bragged to us. Wow! That honestly means something to me!

My 'best friend' who hasn't even told us her name yet, can brag with you because you're only making me want to throw up on you. I'm not a hater of love, I've had many boyfriends in my lifetime- only three- but I can't stand mushy, gushy stuff and too much PDA.

Now I'm being dragged to lacrosse practice and I don't even know what it is! What the heck, people?!

As we were going to sit down I asked Allison in a whisper, "What's her name again?"

She was staring at that boy with the pen for a couple of seconds and it took her like two minutes to answer, "Lydia, I think."

I made an 'o' with my mouth and sat between my sister and 'best friend'.

"Who is that?" Allison asked. I was about to answer that I didn't know when I realized she obviously wasn't talking to me. Lydia didn't know either so there you go. I tried to watch the game but after pen boy got hit in the face with a ball, I totally zoned out and stopped paying attention. I really, really hate sports. Seriously do.

Then the girl-forgot her name- stood and started clapping so obviously I did too because when people are standing and clapping, you're supposed to too, right? Whatever, back to my phone.

When school was finally over, dad picked us up and I went home, de-clothed and was wearing my yellow t-shirt and shorts.

It was the first day and we had a minimum amount of homework. Allison and I sped through it and I made myself some fries. Mommy came downstairs and set right next to me at the table, stealing one of my fries.

"How was school?" she asked and I shrugged in response.

"Boring. Saw a lacrosse game practice. Learned stuff. Made friends. Same old, same old. You never let me in on things, seriously what happened today? In detail."

Om my god, please mom get away from me.

"It's the same thing that happens every other time we have the first day at a new school, mom!" I rolled my eyes and made wild hand movements.

Daddy then decided to jump in the conversation thought no one invited him in, "Jocelyn! Don't speak to your mother with an attitude like that."

I sucked my teeth, "I didn't have an attitude, god!" I yelled and stood up fast, banging the table with my hand.

My dad yelled 'hey!' and my mom yelled my name out. I rolled my eyes and stomped my way upstairs, ignoring my parent's protests. When I got to the top of the steps I yelled, "Leave me alone!"

In my room, I screamed into my pillow and began to play the Sims. I've always yelled at my parents. My mom grounded me and sometimes I got spanked when I was younger but now they did nothing but sit me down and talk to me and that was enough torture and they knew it. My family knows I can't stand them. Allison left some time ago and didn't bother taking me with her. Like, what kind of twinsie are you?! She just adds on to the annoyance I have towards my family.

Since she left me and Sims get boring pretty fast, I took a two-hour shower and thought about that cute boy I met. Well, there is a lot of cute boys being housed at Beacon Hills High. But that one boy really was on my mind for some reason. He had this buzz cut and these brown eyes and like, these moles and I was like paralyzed by his overwhelming cuteness.

I think he's friends with the boy Allison likes and every time I look at what she stares at, I see him and pen boy so I'm guessing their friends. Someone knocked on my door like always. I finally locked it since people in this house are always barging in.

"Hellooooo?" I yelled at my door. I closed down an Eminem smut fanfiction after he told his girl to 'jack him off' which had me laughing and wondering why he would ever say that to a girl. It sounds so wrong.

"It's me, open up," Allison's voice was all excited and jumpy. She came in with wet hair and made a face at her as she jumped on my bed and squealed. Then she moved back to the door and checked if my mom was there. My mom was a snoop.

"I am going to the party. That boy, Scott, we had this whole connection thing because I stopped at his job and asked me and it was so romantic!"

She proceeded to tell me the whole story and I pretended to be interested and listen to her but I was really dying inside. I ended up falling asleep as she talked.

For breakfast I had bacon, waffles, toast and a Greek yogurt- that was disgusting- with orange juice to drink. I was reading the smut story because I have nothing else to do, obviously.

Allison came downstairs after she was finished getting dressed. She was smiling and such, in heaven. I followed her with my eyes as she walked around the house like she was floating. She dropped something next to me and reached down to pick it up. To snap her back into reality, I poked her in her butt saying, "booty."

She jumped and hit me on the back of my head. I ignored her and finished eating my breakfast... I was eating a lot because my training room was set up and I would like to start to train soon and I need to be full and strong. I can't wait!

The first half of school before the free period was over quick. I'm asking myself why does Allison drag me to these little practices for a sport I know nothing about? Like, I don't want to see your little crush!
As the game was going, I pulled out my phone and read the fan fiction again.

"Oh my goodness, they're doing it!" I yelled and Allison gave me a confused glance but I ignored it. This was getting gooood.

People were screaming again. I don't know why because every time I life my head, all I see is a bunch of boys running around and tackling each other like they are having a sleepover. I stood up to cheer and then continued reading but the people stood up again and I groaned, joining them. This will be long and tiring.

After what seemed like an eternity, we were at lunch and I was facing backward, looking at Allison's little crush and his friend. I only know his last name is Stillinski and I learned that from a teacher. I dressed nice on purpose today, I wanted to make a good impression for all the boys but I wanted a good impression on Stillinksi the most.

I had on a mint green crop top, white lace skater skirt, and mint green flat shoes. Lydia, of course, decided to go into a full-on monologue about how much she loves my outfit. I hope she doesn't kiss my ass for the rest of the relationship because that just won't work.

I took a huge bite out of my apple and said with my mouth full, "I don't know what you see in him. Like, he's good at that sport and good looking but I think his friend is way cuter."

"He's a nice person. And really, his friend? Cuter than him? I don't think so."

I rolled my eyes, "you just have terrible taste. Of course you think that; you two are eye-fucking every two seconds."

Allison gasped with a laugh and tried to deny it. But I know she knows it's true. Scott was staring at us now like he knew we were talking about him and straining his ears to listen.

"Like I said, Allison, he's cute and all but I really think his friend is way cuter."

"Wow, Joc, you seriously got a crush on him, don't you?"

I shrugged and felt my cheeks as my face flushed. They were really warm. He whispered something to his friend and he looked up. Straight at me. I waved my hand with the apple and the apple fell out. I bent to pick it up and hit my head on the table coming back up. I turned around with a tomato red face and the most embarrassed look ever.

Smooth, Jocelyn.

My brain is going to bully me. I shook my head with a face and smacked my forehead. I glared at Allison who was staring at her little crush. Ughh. I hate that boy. I hate Scott so much.

"What should I wear?" Allison asked me. I shrugged, not at all interested. I was too busy thinking about what I did at lunch. God, it was so embarrassing!

I tried to forget about it by making myself comfy on my sister's bed and pulling out my phone to read that Eminem fan fiction. It was soooo gooood.

I didn't know what I was wearing but then again, I didn't have to impress anybody. Except stiles. He probably thinks I'm the biggest dork ever!

At least I learned his name.

Allison threw me my missing snapback that said 'obey' on it and I yelled, "did you take this from me!?"

"No, I just found it in this box."

Oh.

I put it on after wiping it and making it seem new again and then I took some new pictures.

#SelfieNation!

"Allison, I don't even know why you're stressing over this. You don't have to impress him; he liked you before he even knew you."

"I still want to look nice for him." I rolled my eyes as she held multiple shirts up to her body in front of the mirror. Goodness, girl.

"What are you gonna wear? You have some first impression making up to do," she reminded me again of the horrible thing that happened at lunch.

I stood up and popped my imaginary collar, "since I am such a sexy mofo and everything looks good on me, I'm gonna wing it and wear pants, shoes and a shirt."

Allison turned to me with a little smile, "don't you want to impress Stiles?"

STILES?! Oh, you naïve very, very clueless child. You make me laugh Allison with your clueless ways.

"Since we're the new popular twins in Lydia's clique. I already have a higher social status than Stiles. HE has to do all the impressing. Of course I may be too intimidating so I have to….."

"What-initiate everything in the relationship? Basically impress him."

I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at my sister she made her little know-it-all face and when she turned around again, I flipped her off.

"I saw that," she said. Oh yeah, the mirror.

"Oh my god, this is gonna be the hardest I work for a relationship. With a nerd." Then Allison and I burst out laughing. It WAS hilarious.

Since Allison's little gentleman friend would be picking her up, I was driving to the party. Alone. I have no date. I haven't even talked to my boy of interest yet! Only severely embarrassed myself.

Okay. So I'm wearing crocheted white crop sweater with a grey tank underneath and black jeans with floral print on it. My shoes were regular old grey converse but they're clean so they really aren't regular and old. While I was driving my song came on and I was like:

"I like to move it, move it. She likes to move it, move it. He likes to move it, move it. We like to… MOVE IT!"

I'm such a dork. But I was in the safety and privacy of my car so it was A-Okay. So I am gonna try not to drink because something bad will most likely happen if I drink too much. I know I'm underage but lets just ignore that fact.

Last time I got too drunk at a party, I like was TWERKING on EVERYONE and just way out of control. But it's okay; I'm a happy drunk Outside, all I saw where people. Dancing. Grinding, hooking up. Oh well, I'm going inside. But I grabbed a cup of something first.

I took a sip and the taste was so vile in my mouth, I swallowed and the drink burned my throat. WTF! Was this hard liquor?! Oh well. I was walking with my second cup and then someone decided to bump into me. I felt a cold liquid all over my chest and I gasped. My shirt is literally white!

It was Stiles! Yas! Stiles spilled a drink on me!

He rushed to apologize.

"It's okay, I got some on you too," I said with a smile.

We were in the bathroom, cleaning up. This was the perfect excuse to talk to him. Well, unlike my sister, I always wear bras when they're not built in to my shirt and could take off my shirt I front of boys.

"So you're Stiles," I said while trying to clean the white but it's not even working. Stiles opted for the safe choice and was trying to clean his shirt while it was on.

Damn.

"And you're Jocelyn Argent."

"That's me," I said with a shrug. Oh my god, this boy is clueless. His mom never taught him how to clean clothes, huh?

Luckily, my mom taught me.

"Don't scrub," I said and did the romantic 'let me clean and touch your shirt AKA lower body area'.

We were both blushing.

Okay, I had to bring this up, Scott obviously told him something about me and that's why he looked straight at me.

"What did Scott tell you at lunch?" I asked him. He made a nervous face.

"He actually told me a lot of things at lunch. We had a full conversation; I can't really tell you everything he said."

I can't believe I'm basically interrogating the boy I like, "oh please. I say something, Scott is looking at me, he whispers to you, and then you look up. Right at me. What did he tell you?"

"What did you say?"

Do not answer my question with a question! That's my thing! I stood up straight and grabbed my shirt and put it back on. "I said you were cute. But of course, you already knew that. You know that I said I like you and think you're cuter than Scott and all that good stuff. Then I totally embarrassed myself while you were looking. So yeah, that the story of my life," I said in a joking tone. Then I smiled and left with a little flirty face. Wow, so bold!

I went home after a while, I was so bored. Should I have let Allison? Probably not but ehh, whatever.

Allison came home later and said Scott totally ditched her and it was the WORST date. WOW! What a NICE person. And then Scott's friend dropped her off! I don't know if it was my friend Scott's friend or some other friend. I would hate if it was Stiles and she didn't tell me.

I heard the door from the kitchen and I yelled, "I got it dude!" to anyone who was gonna get the door. I opened the door and there stood stiles. Kind of creepy considering my sister and I NEVER gave him our ADDRESS so how does he know?!

"what'chu doin' at my house, boy?" I asked very, very confused.

He started stuttering and all that, "this is gonna sound weird. Like, really, really extremely weird and-"

"What!"

"Did your sister come home yet?"

I made a confused face and said slowly asked, "yes whyyyyyy?"

"nothing." Mommy walked up behind me and I blushed.

"Who's this?" she asked with that stern mom look. Don't embarrass me, mom. DON'T YOU DARE EMBARRASS ME, WE JUST MADE UP!

"Stiles, mom," I made that "GET OUT NOW!" face. I told her about my crush on Stiles'.

"Oh, okay," she smiled at me then Stiles. BUH-BYE!

"Did you want her?" I asked after mom left the room.

"No, um-cool shirt!"

I looked down at my Boondock Saints tee. All it said was Veritas and Aquitas with the twin's picture on it. Okayyyy.

"Uh, thanks? I'm gonna close my door and hope you leave before this gets even more awkward. Bye." He waved and I shut the door. Okay.

So what'd you think? Reviews follows and favorites are very much appreciated so please do! This will not be a Stiles/OC there might be some romance here and there but she needs someone 'till season two when ISAAC comes in. I mean, that's the whole point of the story. Falling for a werewolf. You know….- Emmy.