Authors note: Hi guys. I plan on this being quite a time spanning novelette, hence I want my chapters to be on the slightly longer side. It'll take me a few chapters to introduce my OC to everyone and for you to slowly discover more of her history so bear with me! This is going to be an eventual Isaac/OC with some Sterek developing further on thanks to my OC Evangeline. Reviews are appreciated but I'm not forcing you to do anything. ALSO! This is set in their senior year so everyone is roughly 18 give or take and is after the current show. Questions? Good. Start reading. :)
Evangeline Manfredini walked through the doors of Beacon Hills High school. Her soft curls weighted to her shoulders framing her olive skin perfectly. She pursed her lips as pale green eyes dotted around the hall. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself, but it seemed she already was. She had walked past a large group of boys, assuming they were jocks due to the large gym backs they hauled over their shoulders, and they seemed compelled to wolf whistle at her.
She had tried to mask her slim, toned body through copious layers of baggy clothes. A large white mens shirt draped over her shoulders, underneath a mahogany blazer, loose dark jeans fell over her hips and ended slightly above her ankles, revealing the simple black open toed flats she was wearing.
As she was walking down the hall she hoped her time here would pass with ease. Her family moved around incessantly but forcing a facade of normality, her parents refused to homeschool her. She hoped that if she could upkeep anonymity nobody would notice her, which meant that no-one would miss her and she would miss no-one.
She found the office in record time, 'all these schools follow the same fucking mapping rules,' she thought to herself. She saw a pale boy sitting outside, as she opened the door his face turned to her. His face mapped with moles, brown eyes narrowed as he failed to recognized who she was.
"Good morning dear," she receptionist smiled at her as she walked into the small office.
Evangeline stayed silent as she looked back at her. Evangeline or Eva had stayed silent ever since her parents moved her out of Italy and into a new country for God knows what. Patiently the receptionist waited for a reply before Eva saw a pile of files with her name written above them. She looked over the desk and pointed.
The receptionists smiled faded as, she looked in the direction of the silent girl's finger. Her smiling face only returning after she read the name "Of course. You're the new student. E... Evangeline! Welcome dear." She handed several pieces of paper over the counter, "Your parents gave us an advance about the fact that you wouldn't... " She looked up Eva, a blank face staring back at her. Clearing her throat the receptionist ended her sentence, "This is...," Evangeline nodded as the receptionist rattled off what they were for. She knew the drill. Class schedule, school map, locker number and combination code. Transcripts for her to hand to all of her new teachers.
As she walked out of the small reception, her eyes turned to meet the boys' still seated outside, a grin spread over his face, "Hi! Are you new? You're new right?" He blurted out before she could turn and walk away leaving him and any potential friendship behind. "I'm Stiles Stilinski."
His eyes stayed on hers expectantly. She looked away and walked past him as she made her way to find her locker sensing his disappointment and confusion. She knew she'd only be here a few months at best, once her parent's finished whatever had brought them here they'd be gone again.
Evangeline never knew what her parents did for a living and she never cared. They were a holistic pair of pansies and consistently complained about 'cleansing' America, leaving her native land of Italy when she was 11. Cleansing what, she never knew. Most of all she didn't want to know. She didn't want to confirm her fears that she was in a family of religious cultic fanatics. Finding her locker with ease, she placed her sparse pile of books into it heaving as clacked the metal door shut and made her way to her first class.
The bell had just sounded as Stiles ran into class. Looking around for his regular empty desk he was surprised when the new girl he had seen less then half an hour ago sitting in his place.
She looked up as he approach, dipping his smiling head as he waved. "Uh, I guess you're my new partner for Chem 101." She was silent as her eyes drooped back downwards towards her empty notebook. "Okaaaaaaaaay..." Stiles dragged.
Mr Harris started the class as he normally did, with a question slapped across the chalkboard attempting to outwit unsuspecting students, most commonly Stiles.
I want this chemical equation balanced in less them 2 minutes. '_ NH4OH + _ Kal(SO4)2·12H2O → _ Al(OH)3 + _ (NH4)2SO4 + _ KOH + _ H2O.'
His eyes darted at students, all their eyes lowered to their textbooks, nonchalantly preoccupied by an 'interesting' piece of information.
"Ah. Our new student. Miss...," he looked down at his desk searching for the transcript she had handed him. Evangeline Mafredini. If you'd like to come up here and solve this please."
Stiles looked to his left and saw her rise and walk to the front, all eyes plastered to her. She stood at the board, looking at the question.
Harris looked down at his watch and smirked, "You have 2 minutes beginning... Now."
She picked up a piece of chalk and held it between her fingers as she seemed to stare past the equation on the board. The time fell away...
"You do know you're meant to be solving this?" Harris sighed as his eyebrows raised. "You have 20 seconds... 18... 16..."
Suddenly her hand raised and it sped across the board. '4 NH4OH + 1 Kal(SO4)2·12H2O → 1 Al(OH)3 + 2 (NH4)2SO4 + 1 KOH + 12 H2O.'Dust was still falling from the letters etched across the green block as she turned and sat at her seat.
Harris stared for a short moment before looking down and stammering, "T- time..?" Picking up the textbook that was open on his desk he double checked the answer. Clearing his throat he looked at the other students, "Well it seems we have a student that pays attention in class." Quickly he started the class and continued on with the planned lesson.
Stiles leaned over to his new partner and whispered, "How'd you do that? I mean, you didn't even have your working up there." She continued to look at Harris speaking as she raised her hand and tapped her temple twice. Stiles raised his eyebrows. "So, uh. Evangeline right? I guess you're pretty good at Chemistry then. Which I mean- it's great! I suck- so you could help me... a.. lot..."
She continued to look forward, seemingly ignoring Stiles. "So then, where'd you transfer from? Do you come from around here?" Silence was all he got in return. "Uh, what other classes do you take?"
Harris had told everyone to turn to a page in their textbook and complete all the equations before the end of the period. Evangeline had all ready started scribbling away and Stiles reluctantly looked down. He could hear her scratch at the page with her pen and shifted his eyes to her notebook.
'Call me Eva', 'From Arizona', 'Italy'. Stiles widened his eyes and looked up to her, she was staring at him, those paling green orbs studying his reaction.
She pushed her class schedule across the desk towards him and he looked down. "Uh, no speakla Englisha?" He looked back up at her and she rolled her eyes looking away. "You do?" She chuckled and nodded.
She had English with Stiles and he offered to introduce a few of his friends to her. As they walked her Stiles noticed Isaac and Scott were no where to be seen. He would have to call them, he mentally noted as Boyd wasn't sitting at the back of the class as usual either. Instead he walked directly to Allison, Lydia seated in front of her had turned 180 degrees to talk to the brunette.
"Uh Hey!" Stiles smiled at Lydia as she replied with a decisive, "Stilinski," not even turning her head to look at him.
Allison looked at the new girl and grinned. "You must be new, I only moved here last year so I know what it's like to be daunted by new people..." She looked at Stiles as she got no reply, "So where did you transfer from?" Again she didn't reply, Eva turned to Stiles hopefully.
Everyone looked at Stiles at that point. "Oh- Oh! Yeah sorry! To-ta-lly forgot..." he laughed, "She doesn't talk."
Lydia's mouth dropped, "As in ever?" Eva nodded her head slightly.
"BUT! She likes to be called Eva, transferred from Arizona... somewhere and she comes from Italy."
"Oh, so you mean she doesn't speak English? Dolt. That's completely different." The strawberry blond smiled at the new girl, "Il mio nome è Lydia. Questo è Allison." She gestured to herself and Allison telling her their names.
Stiles cleared his throat, "No Lydia. I meant doesn't talk. Period."
"Oh." Lydia bobbed her head to the side pouting before shrugging and turning back to Allison.
Eva clacked her heels as she walked towards the group of 3 surrounding Allison's locker. They had mentioned a few boys that seemed to be missing from their shared class together. They had all looked worried, apart from the strawberry blonde. She had noted that her face was almost always set into a blank stare of disregard.
"They can't be... Scott would have told me if they were planning on doing anything."
"Maybe he doesn't want you to get involved again Stiles..." Allison noticed Eva walking towards them as her sentence trailed off...
"Involved! I'm always involved! Those pea-brains dogs, no matter how hard they try, can't figure anything out without me!"
Allison cleared her throat as Eva slowly to a stop behind Stiles. He turned around quickly, his arms following suit as if they had a mind of there own almost hitting her arm. She recoiled and looked down and she frantically pulled away from his flailing arms, "Woah, uh. Hey! No sneaking up on me." He looked at her oddly. No touching. That was Eva's unspoken rule. Even her parent's had noticed that change in her over the years, without her having ever communicated the fact.
Eva stared at him blankly, washing away the momentary reaction of disgust she had on her face, she wasn't exactly sneaking. Awkwardly the group turned to Allison as she closed her locker slowly, "Eva, we've- we're uh..."
She nodded her head quickly and turned away. She never wanted to make friends. The group were friendly to her, almost forcing themselves upon her during English and Stiles refused to let her sit on her own during her lunch period. She almost liked it. 6 years of constant moving had her craving for someone she could call a friend. She was hoping that they would have brought her into their inner circle...
"What did she hear!?" Stiles whispered loudly at Allison
"I don't think she heard anything, Stiles... Calm down."
There was a short intake of breath, "She's odd isn't she? I don't like the feeling I get from her." Eva could hear the slight pitch in the voice. Lydia was talking.
Allison laughed in reply, "You barely like the 'feeling' of anyone around here"
Their conversation faded away as Eva continued walking, dejected.