First days were always awkward, people constantly staring to see how you changed over the summer. This will mark the beginning of my second year here at Beacon Hills High School; let's hope it's more entertaining than last year.
My dad is a businessman, constantly on the move flying to different parts of the world every week for his job. After my mom lost her battle with breast cancer my dad just threw himself headfirst into his work, which was almost 4 years ago. Last year, after moving almost three thousand miles from Florida to this Podunk little town in California for my dads job, I was a little pissed to say the least. Don't get me wrong, after my mom passed away I wanted a little change in my life, this just wasn't what I had in mind.
So here I am now, driving to school in my moms old 97' Jeep Cherokee, trying to not panic at the thought of entering my sophomore year.
Pulling into the parking lot was a hassle, it seemed like everyone in this school drove a car with the amount of traffic in this big lot. After swerving around a couple making out in the middle of the road, I finally found a spot near the front of the school. Oddly enough I was parked between a nice ass Porsche, and a Jeep Wrangler the same blue color as my own Jeep. If the type of cars people drove here were any indication of the type of people at this school, I was happy I befriended the weirdo in the Jeep.
I checked my hair and makeup one last time, satisfied with the way my chocolate brown hair fell over my shoulders, I huffed a sigh before grabbing my bag and exiting the car.
I pulled my black leather jacket tighter around my slender frame as I made my way out of the parking lot and to the front of the school to meet my two best friends. A hand on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts, spinning me around, "That jacket is to die for kaidence, love it." The queen B herself Lydia Martin smiled sweetly at me, or as sweet as someone like her could.
You see Lydia has been trying to get me to join her click since my first day here last year, but she didn't get to me first.
"Thanks, I got it from a boutique in New York City over the summer." I said, smoothing out the white t-shirt underneath my jacket.
"You'll have to give me the deats later, kay?" She gave me another smug smile before turning on her heels and walking to catch up with her boyfriend Jackass, oops, I mean Jackson Whitmore.
"Oh hey Lydia! Looks like you're going to ignore me again." The boy with the buzz cut hair and the caramel colored eyes said in defeat. As soon as I walked up his eyes found mine, and his arms found there way around my body to embrace me in a tight hug.
The sweet moment wasn't long lived before I was released and hounded with questions. "What did Lydia just say to you?!" One of my best friends Stiles Stilinski berated me. My other curly haired best friend came up to embrace me in a hug before I could get a chance to respond to stiles.
"No Hi, hello, I missed you? I haven't seen you both in almost a month and that's what you start with? You're an ass." I acted hurt, turning to Scott McCall, giving him a sweet smile.
"On behalf of Stiles and myself, we are happy you're home Kaid." Scott gave me a big smile, I could never be mad at him, especially with his big brown puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah what Scott said, now back to Lydia." Stiles interjected.
"She liked me jacket, why does it matter?" I rolled me eyes at him, I swear
Every time Lydia talks to me, he practically has a heart attack, I think the only
reason he's friends with me is because I'm kind of friends with Lydia, the love
of his life.
"Oh I don't know, maybe because that beautiful goddess not only talked to you,
but she touched you. You're living my dream, kaid." I dramatically rolled my eyes at Stiles, he was so over dramatic when it came to her.
"Can we get back to me, please?" Scott spoke, a look of frustration
written on his face his pouty face.
"I'm telling you Scott, there are no wolves in California, there hasn't been for
nearly a hundred years." Stiles sighed in annoyance. Apparently me sleeping in
last night prevented me from going on another one of their crazy escapades.
"Why are we arguing if there are wolves in California or not?" I piped in, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Scott thinks he got bit by a wolf last night while we were looking for the
other Half of a dead body." The fact that Stiles sounded so nonchalant about
looking for a dead body worried me, and that Scott wouldn't even tell me about
it made me even more concerned.
I put a hand on Scott's shoulder, "Is that true Scott? let me see," I simply
said, wanting to see if he was just over reacting. "Why wouldn't you tell me about this last night, I wouldn't have ignored you if you said you got attacked by something."
"You were ignoring me?" Stiles asked, but I ignored his questions as I watched as
Scott winced as he lifted up his shirt to show us the jagged bite in his side, I
cringed at the thought of how painful that must be.
"Have you showed your mom? I'm sure she can bandage you up so you don't get an infection." Scott shook is head no as he pulled his shirt down.
"I'm going with wolf." I said agreeing with Scott.
"Told you!" Scott hit stiles in the shoulder, but my bonehead of a best
friend was too busy gawking at the backside Lydia.
"Alright well we can continue this conversation later, it's time for class,
losers."
"Speak for yourself, this is the year Lydia's going to realize she likes me."
Stiles said smugly, still gazing over at the strawberry blonde.
"Yeah, and this is the year I'm getting first line in lacrosse!" Scott and
Stiles had been practicing all summer for tryouts that were happening after
school today, but somehow I just don't see either of them getting any playing
time, they just weren't that good.
"Yeah well good luck with that, I'm going now." I turned away from them.
"You know you're the reason everyone thinks we are nerds." I heard Stiles say to
Scott behind me as they followed me into the school, I couldn't help but scoff at that statement.
"I am not!" Scott retorted. "You're practically Scarlett nerding me just by associating with you." Stiles went on.
I stopped in my tracks to turn around and face the two of them, "For the love of
god Stiles, if anyone is a nerd, it's you. You play world of War craft, nerdy
headset and all." I smirked as Stiles opened his mouth to say something, but
quickly shut it in defeat.
I turned back around to continue down the hall just to hear Scott tease Stiles
about how he was owned by a girl. I seriously need some girl friends in my life.
I continued on to class, waving at many familiar faces on the way before
entering my new English class. Although English was my best subject, I took the
seat in the very back corner by the window: because god knows those two losers
I'm sharing the class with will get me in trouble near the front.
Last year Stiles got me my first ever detention by throwing paper balls at the
back of our history teachers head, and then blaming it on me. He called it
'initiation' into the group, I told him he should be lucky someone as hot as
myself is friends with him. That shut him up for awhile. This year I wasn't
going to give him the satisfaction of sitting behind me and tormenting me, this
year I would get my revenge.
My buddy Scott on the other hand stayed out of these feuds, he liked to just sit
back and watch us tear each other apart while he just laughed. Typical boys.
Stiles took the open seat in front of me, while Scott took the empty seat beside him.
I took out my phone from my pocket to waste some time before class, that was until I was interrupted by a pair of Carmel colored eyes staring from right in front of me.
"May I help you with something?" I questioned Stiles, not bothering to look up
from my phone.
"D-Do you really think I'm a nerd kaidence?" His voice was barely above a
whisper, obviously not wanting anyone else to hear our exchange. At this point I put my phone down to give him my full attention. His lip sat in a pout as he waited for my response.
"Yes I think you're a nerd," I began, his mouth kind of hung open in shock.
"But, you both are my best friends and if you weren't nerds I wouldn't love you
guys as much as I do." I finished, patting him on the cheek in reassurance. He
seemed satisfied with my answer because he turned around and talked to Scott
instead. I tried my best to listen into the conversation, but with all the whispering I don't think my input was wanted, so I turned back to my phone.
"Alright class, settle down." A short balding man walked into the room, immediately walking up to the chalkboard to write down our assignment. Something about 'Kafka', but I couldn't see over the back of Stiles big head. After trying several attempts to look around him, I gave up and started doodling on my notebook.
No sooner that we started, the door opened to reveal our Principal and a new student, a tall girl with long brown hair and very prominent dimples. Glancing over at Scott, he looked like a love stricken puppy the way he stared at the new girl, mouth open and all. "Class listen up, this is our new student Allison Argent, please make her feel welcomed here at Beacon Hills." Our principal stated, before ushering her along to take a seat beside me the back of the classroom. As soon as she sat down Scott turned around and offered her a pen, but instead of looking confused, she looked grateful. Scott seriously needs to work on his lady skills, because I'm more than certain that isn't how you lure them in.
Stiles on the other hand was giving Scott the same look of confusion as I was, I leaned forward in my seat to whisper in is ear. "What the fuck is McCall doing randomly giving the new girl a pen?" He only shrugged his shoulders before letting out a silent laugh.
Scott was acting weird, there was no denying that. All day he constantly looked
like he was strung out on drugs. Oh god, what if he started taking drugs when I
left for New York? I wouldn't put it past him, he's easily persuaded on any
matter.
Scott and I had Geometry together, and he was starting to really freak me out. He was sat in the desk In front of me twitching like a mad man, turning
his head sharply from left to right, almost like a dog listening to an unheard noise.
When the teacher had her back turned, I leaned forward in my chair, "Are you
okay? You look like your having a bad trip over here," I whispered harshly into
his ear. He flinched, before slightly turned around in his seat, "I'm fine, just uh feeling a little weird. And I'm not on drugs Kaid, if I was I'd get them from you." He
smirked at me, as I cursed at him under my breath. The rest of the class period he
seemed to be okay, he just laid his head down on his desk as the teacher lectured. As soon as the bell rang, he bolted out of the door, leaving me just sitting there dumbfounded. We made a pact to walk each other to all of our classes, and that prick just broke it. Fantastic Scott.
Lunch was uneventful, Scott and Stiles were still arguing about weather or not he was actually bitten, or just accidently ran into a sharp tree branch. And again the two of them who seemed only interested in each other ignored me. It seemed as though as soon as I left they forgot I was even around, which hurt, these were my only friends here, and the hell if I was resorting to Lydia.
As soon as lunch ended we went our separate ways.
As I walked into my next class period I was surprised to find Stiles sitting in the back of the room, if I knew he was going to be here I would of walked with him. This was good though because I hated trying to awkwardly find someone that you may of said 'Hi' to once in the hallway, and then assigning yourself as their new friend so you didn't look like a complete loner. I wasn't surprised to find the familiar caramel-eyed boy staring right at me, no wait, past me. I turned my head slightly to see none other than Queen B herself, Lydia Martin, standing behind me talking to the teacher, aimlessly twisting her hair between her perfectly manicured fingers.
This was beginning to piss me off, his obsession was bad last year but it seemed
to have gotten worse over the summer. I walked to the back of the room, settling on the seat next to Stiles. I threw my bag onto the desk hoping to startle him from his
trance, but to no avail, he seemed star struck.
"Uhm, earth to Stiles," I waved my hand in front of his face, just for him to smack it away so he could continue to stare at her. "Yeah, okay well fuck you too then." I mumbled, leaning over to get my notebook out of my backpack.
He sharply turned his head in my direction, "What's your problem?" he snapped.
I scoffed loudly at that, did he really need to question that? He's been ignoring me all day because of her, we've barely spoken in a month because he's been too busy with Scott, and he really doesn't get what's wrong. Typical fucking Stiles.
"Stiles, you're my best friend, but have you even taken five seconds to ask me how I am, ask about New York," I whispered harshly to him, trying not to cause a scene in class. "Hell, by this time in the day last year we would have had a weeks worth of plans made, but you're too busy gawking at Lydia's ass to even notice me." My words did their job, I could see the hurt written all over his face. He looked down to the ground, opening his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by our teacher starting class. I swiftly turned away from him, to focus on the teacher, I didn't want to hear his lame excuses anyway.
Halfway through class I was interrupted from notebook doodling by a tap on my shoulder, I was half expecting it to be my teacher, although I shouldn't of been surprised it was Stiles. He held a folded up note in his hand, swiftly passing it towards me as soon as the teacher turned his back.
The note was folded neatly, with 'sorry' written in sloppy letters on top. Of course I was tempted to read it, but I wanted him to suffer a little longer. My thoughts were
redirected back to the teacher, until they were interrupted again with a tap on
the shoulder, but I chose to ignore it. And then another tap, and another, and
it would stop for 30 seconds before another tap on my shoulder would interrupt
my train of though.
Finally I had enough, I snapped my head back over to him, "what stiles!" I
whispered harshly. "Open it," he mouthed, pretending to open a paper in his
hands. I let out a sigh, he wasn't going to stop bugging me until I opened this
letter.
I tried my best to sneakily open the note on my desk without causing too much
commotion in my direction, but the crinkling of paper was unavoidable.
You could tell that stiles was in a hurry with writing it because words were
written and then scratched out. It looked like a monkey had written it.
'I'm sorry for not being friendly, it's just been a rough summer. I did miss you
kaid. How was New York? Did you meet Chris Hemsworth? I know you posted
something on twitter about being in line to meet him. How about an Avengers
movie night at my house Friday so you can tell me all about your trip? –Stiles'
The note was nice, I guess he did pay enough attention to know what I was doing
this summer, but that didn't change the fact that I was still angry with him. I snuck a glance in his direction, his knee was bouncing uncontrollably under his desk as he chewed on his fingernails.
I pushed a stray hair out of my face as I leaned down to get a pen from my bag to write a reply.
'Fine, but you're picking me up and taking me for curly fries first. You have a
lot to make up for'. I rapidly wrote my reply and shoved the note in Stiles hand
just as the bell rang to end class. I didn't bother to look at his face or wait
for him to catch up. I'm pretty sure I could hear him calling my name as he followed me out of class, but I wasn't going to let him catch me. I could hear the sound of my boots squeaking across the hallway floor as I practically ran to my last class of the day, thank god it was art.
This day has been stressful, it's only the first day and already I have 2 essays
to write and a long list of math problems to solve. I leaned against my locker
letting out a sigh, I needed a drink. Turning around I began twisting the lock
on my locker so I could get my books. The familiar sound of stiles and Scott
could be heard behind me, as their lockers were only a little ways down from
mine.
Grabbing the last book from my locker I could hear the sound of a pair of footsteps walking up behind me, I prayed it wasn't going to be my idiot friends. I was instead approached by a strawberry blonde, and her lackey boyfriend.
"So Kaidence, you are coming to my party on Friday, right?" Lydia Martin leaned up against my locker as I put my final book away.
"Uhm, I wasn't aware that I was invited." I replied, closing my locker and facing her.
"Of course silly! Everyone is invited, it's going to be the biggest party of the year." She laughed. She tried all last year to get me to go to her parties, but I would just feel too awkward by myself.
"On one condition." I crossed my arms over my chest. Jackson and Lydia both raised an eyebrow at my request. "Scott and Stiles can come with me." I replied coolly, motioning over at my two friends across the hall. Stiles it seemed was doing his best not to be obvious about listening to our conversation, his rapid foot tapping and consistent nail biting gave him away though. Scott on the other hand was looking at that Allison girl like she was a piece of meat, I think there might be some drool involved in there too.
Jackson narrowed his eyes at them before looking back at me, "Stilinski and McCall, those los-" Lydia put a hand up to silence Jackson before he could continue berating my friends. "Of course they are invited, everyone is. I'll see you there!" She gave me one last sweet smile, before pulling Jackson along. I narrowed my eyes in a glare at the back of Jackson's head till they disappeared around the corner.
Turning on my heels I made my way down the hall to where Stiles and Scott stood talking, I suppose I couldn't avoid this forever, I just had to act like everything was fine. "Seriously it's only been a day and Lydia is already inviting you to parties, what kind of bullshit is that?" Stiles rolled his eyes at me in frustration, before grabbing Scott by the arm turning to walk away. "Where do you think you're going? I was trying to have a conversation with you. Hence why I walked up to you." I yelled after them, trying my best to keep my steps in time with there's, my legs were no match for their long strides though.
"We have tryouts remember?" Scott enthusiastically said back, he seemed to be floating on air with how excited he was for these tryouts. "Oh, yeah I forgot." My footsteps stopped short as the two boys in front of me stopped at the entrance to the locker room. Scott had been talking nonstop today about how he was going to make first line, and how he was getting off the bench. My mind was so jumbled with what Stiles pissing me off I hadn't really thought about it.
Scott turned on his heels away from Stiles, the mess of curls I'd told him to cut before school started, still flopped in his face as he gave me a bright smile. I mustered up the biggest one I could and threw myself into his arms, he smelled like too much aftershave, but it suited him. "Good-luck, and be careful. Don't get too crazy out there, remember that open wound you're dealing with. "I grumbled into his chest, letting go I stood on my tip toes to ruffle his hair. My hand was swiftly swatted away as he turned to brush past Stiles into the locker room, I quickly adverted my eyes to the ground to avoid his gaze. I had kind of been dreading this moment, we hardly ever fight, and when we do its playful banter, this just felt wrong.
"Hey, look at me." His hand was warm as he placed it under my chin, forcing my face up to look at him. "I'm still angry with you." I replied curtly, crossing my arms over my chest. "Kaidence, I told you I'm sorry, when will you stop pretending you're angry at me?" One of those goofy half grins crossed his face, I simply scoffed. "I am not pretending Stilinski." I think we both knew that was a lie though, because at that moment we both burst out into laughter.
"Okay, well I better get going before Coach has a bitch fit." He used his thumb to point to the locker room door behind him, as he slowly walked backwards. "Oh, uh yeah. You're going to do great." Somehow my voice cracked, making me look down in embarrassment. This was Stiles, my best friend, I shouldn't feel nervous around him: But I always did.
He gave me on last wave before turning around to enter the locker-room, but I just felt weird leaving like that, something wasn't right. "Stiles, wait!" I called out to him, making him stop in his tracks to look at me. He raised an eyebrow in my direction waiting for an answer. I let my bag hit the floor as I took off running, hurtling myself into his chest, causing him to stumble back a few steps. Stiles was almost a foot taller than me, leaving my head to fit perfectly into his chest. My eyes were closed tight, as I snuggled into him, and although I couldn't see his face I know he probably had one of those flabbergasted expressions on it. It seemed to take a few seconds for him to comprehend what was going on because he finally wrapped his arms back around me, snuggling my body closer to him. "Seriously Stiles, be careful out there." I mumbled into his chest, taking in the warmth he was radiating. "I always am." He gave me one last squeeze, letting his arms unfold from around me as I did the same.
We fist bumped before he left me alone in the hallway. I guess I could tell them about the party after tryouts, it might make the sting of not getting first string a little better. The Avengers could wait for a different day I suppose.
The walk to my car was cold, the drive home was even colder. Something just felt different about this school year, and I just don't know if I'm ready for it.