Chapter I: The Life of Miss Ordinary
This one is just for fun, I thought it would be nice to give some more background story on Laurel and Noel. This takes place in Laurel first year of High school. Hopefully all my lovely readers will like this story, it's technically a prequel to White Lilies. Speaking of which sequel is getting written, I'm just being lazy :3 Well see you at the end ~
The alarm clock was screaming at the young teenage girl to get up, everything was blurry due to her drowsiness. It was the first day of high school and she was clearly scared of it, Laurel West 14 years old, nothing special to her name seriously there wasn't really anything special about her. Everything about her was ordinary, safe home and family, somewhat safe town, and she even had that weird best friend everyone seemed to have. Her life was perfect, she loved her daily routine and rituals, nothing was out of place and everyone who knew her knew it.
She swung her legs to the side of the bed and sat up groggily shaking off the excessive sleep from her body. Her brown hair was in a mess and knotted from her throwing herself around in the bed at night while she slept. She placed her feet against the cold wooden floor making her flinch and retreat back into the safety of her comforter. The sun was barely above the horizon and gave enough light for her to make out the shapes in her room. She tried to get up again and was successful for the most part; she stood up and popped her back while rolling her neck. Sauntering slowly over to her bathroom seemed like the impossible for the tired girl, there were times she wished that time could stop for a mere minute so she could catch her breath but at the same time it would throw off her oh so perfect world.
-click- She threw on the light as it illuminated her white titled bathroom, the light was blinding to her as she squinted her eyes. Turning on the faucet she continued with her morning routine which consisted of brushing her teeth and brushing her hair, not to mention going to the bathroom. Shutting the down behind she made her way to her bedroom closet going through all the clothes she had, one thing was on her mind 'What could she dress to make her melt into a crowd?' It was a simple pair of fitted blue jeans and a long sleeved white shirt with her hair tied up into a simple and lose ponytail, no one will notice her.
Laurel walked out into her living room, since both her parents worked either a graveyard shift or a spring shift it was usually quiet in her little 4 room home. Her older sister Noel was reading some tween magazine she bought earlier that week. Noel was something else, long beautiful blonde hair and warm brown eyes, she was one of the popular girls at Beacon Hills High. Noel was tall and fit, head of the cheer-leading squad not to mention dating the star football play Henry Tate. Laurel hated Henry so much, he never fails to remind her how much of a loser she was. Noel shifted her eyes from her magazine to frail little Laurel, "You're kidding right? I can practically see right through you. Come on Elly you got to make a big impression on the first day at least."
"Can we not? I feel like we have this talk every time it's the first day of school, Ella." Laurel picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and took small bites from it. "Plus I don't want to be seen, I rather just hide in the shadows and crawl my way to high school."
"Over my dead body Elly. You're my baby sister and I'm going to take care of you, I'm going to start with your outfit and work my way up."
"Ella, I'm not your personal Barbie doll. I don't see the big deal if I want to be plain or not."
"Ok Miss Plain-Jane, I'm going to work my magic and get you a boyfriend this year. You'll thank me later I promise baby sister." Noel stood up, she was already taller than Laurel by a few inches by adding a pair of heels on Laurel had to look up at her, it sucked being only 5'3". Her big sister practically dragged Laurel into her bedroom and ignored all the fights Laurel was throwing around. "This looks good with your skin tone don't you think? I'm sure you don't want to wear a skirt so we'll keep those jeans of yours. We just need a nice blouse, don't worry Elly, I'll make you a woman to be desired by all the men."
Noel kept her promise as Laurel checked herself out in the mirror, a nice cream blouse which gave her the illusion she had a bigger bust. Her legs looked long thanks to the cream colored booties. Laurel's once knotted hair was brushed and waved and curled in the most natural place looking effortless. Who know a new set of clothes would make someone look completely different? "Oh wow, thanks Elly."
"I told you, big sister has your back." Noel gave Laurel a sly wink as while she sat on the bed watching her little sister twirl in front of the mirror. The door cracked opened and their father walked in the room looking at his daughters, "Morning Daddy."
"Morning sweethearts, Laurel you look different. I don't want to beat off the boys off of you now." Nick West smiled at his daughters; it didn't take long to know his favorite was Laurel. She was smart and a quick learner compared to her sister who cared about her image and her role in school. "You know I have a gun vault which I don't want to use on some teenage boy."
"We know Daddy." Noel answered her father sweetly and Laurel nodded in agreement. They knew better than to argue with their father, most of the time they just agreed.
"Speaking of which, one of my hunting buddies is here and I would like both of you to meet him before you guys go off to school." He didn't let them object and already closed the door the moment Noel opened her mouth to answer.
"Let's get this over with come on Laurel." Noel was head strong and usually made the decision for the both of them, maybe that way their mother Carol liked Noel better. Noel was a leader and wasn't as fickle as Laurel was, their mother hated when they mumbled and Laurel did only that.
They grabbed their bags off of the floor and walked out into the living room where an older gentleman sat on the couch drinking black coffee. He had dark blonde hair which was starting to grey and thin out in the middle, he turned to look at them and nodded. Their guest had a stern expression almost like a stone statue, nothing could faze this man. "Girls this is an old friend of mine. Meet Gerard Argent, our great-great grandfathers were hunting buddies. His grandfather actually saved our grandfather's life more than once. Gerard, this is my oldest Noel and my youngest Laurel."
"Hello." Leave it to Noel to set the bar high, she reached out and shook his hand firmly.
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Argent." Laurel shook his hand after Noel, Gerard looked over the girls one more time.
"You both can call me Gerard; I mean we're basically family. You two are just as lovely as your mother. You raised two fine girls Nick, your father would have been proud." He had a loud and booming voice that commanded everyone's attention; Laurel was completely scared of him.
Laurel looked at the wall and nudged Noel softly, "Ella, we have 20 minutes to get to school."
"What about it? We won't be late."
"It takes 20 minutes to get there Ella." Noel rolled her eyes and sighed ushering Laurel towards her car. "Bye Daddy and Mr. Argent." Laurel hopped into the jeep and buckled her seat belt glancing at Noel who was applying her makeup in the rear view mirror. "That man scared me."
"I know right? He was too creepy." Noel started the car and drove towards their school, "You know why he is here don't you?"
"Kind of not really."
"Dad said once we were both in high school he was going to teach us how to quote on quote hunt."
"So why is Mr. Argent here?"
"I don't know to help most likely; I'm not interested in joining the family's trade. It's so outdated."
"You act like I want to Ella."
"You're more of a strategist than a fighter. You're much better at leading baby sis."
"Yeah right..." Laurel exhaled quietly to herself and watched as the trees passed them keeping a mental count. Their school peeked over the horizon and this feeling was bubbling in her chest, she hated not knowing the future.
"Okay, so you meet me here after 6th period or you're going to walk home, got it?"
"I know, I'll see you after school Ella." Once Noel parked the car Laurel hopped out of the jeep scanning the crowd for her dorky best friend.
"Oi Laurel!" He called out from behind her and she trotted over to the brown haired boy. He was barely an inch taller than he, kind of stocky for his size, and wore his signature goofy smile. "You look amazing."
"I know right?" Noel quipped as she walked passed them waving good bye to her little sister.
"Do I need to get a bat and fight off the boys off of you today?" She shook her head and walked besides Bobby. Bobby Finstock was and has been her best friend since 2nd grade, funny part was Laurel punched him in the face for taking her chocolate pudding off of her tray. Since that event they've been best friends actually they were each other's only friend. "Why you dressing up today anyways? It seems out of the ordinary for you."
"It is for one and second of all I was forced too. You know me Bobby, I rather just be the paint on the wall were no one gives me much thought." They opened the school doors and everything that was going on just stopped to stare at the freshmen. She could hear her heart beating in her throat as she just pushed Bobby in front of her, "God I hate Noel so much right now." Digging through her pockets she managed to produce her class schedule which handily had her locker combination and location on it. "I'll see you in first period Bobby; I'm going to drop my backpack off first."
Her heels clicked while she wandered through the halls looking for her locker. "Ok, my locker number is #2453.
There is 45 ... 46 ...47... 48... 50...51 ..52 .." Her eyes stopped to look at the boy who was leaning against her locker talking to his friends. "Maybe I should..." Instead of doing what she wanted she marched towards him, "Excuse me, can you get off of my locker?" She thought it came out bold and brave but instead it was shaky.
The boy looked at the number and kicked himself off of her locker, he was a lot taller than she gave him credit for. He towered over her and gave her this smile that could make any girl's heart melt, "Sorry about that." He was ignoring his friends and paying attention to the meek girl in front of him. He was very attractive even she thought he was handsome. He had brown hair and blue eyes that stood out against his complexion.
She just gave a small smile and moved around him to get to her locker, "You're a freshman aren't you?"
"Yes I am. Is that a problem?" She shoved all the excess books she didn't need into her locker and closed it softly; the boy was next to her watching her carefully. "Umh, is there a problem?"
"There might be." He just kept smiling at her; she could feel the blood rushing to her face with every passing minute.
"And what would that be?"
"I don't know your name and I must have the fair lady's name."
She couldn't help but smile at his comment, "My name is Laurel and I have to get going before I'm late to class."
Laurel turned around before she could move he grabbed her arm lightly afraid to bruise the girl, "Don't you want to know my name, Laurel?"
"Would it matter if I did or not?"
It was his turn to smile and he released her arm, "My name is Peter Hale."
Thank you for reading see you next time.