Ugh. Moving sucks. I had lived with my Mom my whole life, never having met my Dad seeing as though he and my Mom had split up before she had even told him that she had a bun in the oven, which she never actually got around to in the end.

My Mom had been beautiful, until she had gotten into a car accident that had cut up her face so bad that it was an unrecognizable, wet, pink mush that had a silver locket hanging around what used to be her neck. It had been the only thing that had allowed me to identify her at the morgue.

Needless to say, it was a closed casket funeral.

The police then called a man named Robert Finstock, a man that used to know my Mom and had given me my pale complexion. They then told me that I should pack up my things and move to the other side of the country to live with him, seeing as though all of my Moms relatives were dead.

She had died on my sixteenth birthday. The day I came into my powers. The day she would teach me how to control them, so that I couldn't hurt anybody. We never got around to doing that either.

Any way, enough with the sob story, it's not like thinking about it is going to change the past.

Long story short, I met Bobby, moved in with him, avoided him, met a random girl at the supermarket who invited me to her seventeenth birthday party after I told her an awesome joke, told Bobby that I would be going to that party, put on my Moms locket, pocketed a few five dollar notes and headed to the party.

Which brings me right up to now.

The girl -Heather- was talking to a group of friends when I arrived. Upon seeing me, she shrieked with joy before skipping over to me. "Oh my God," She droned out, her breath reeking of alcohol. "you look so hot! You have to come and meet my friend, Danielle!" She grabbed my arm and started to drag me towards an amused looking African-American girl. "Danielle, this is Sarah. Sarah, this is Danielle."

I nodded my head at Danielle, while raising an eyebrow at Heather. "Hi. My name's actually Seraphina, by the way."

The small blonde looked embarrassed. "Oh God, I am so sorry! I'm not very good with names!"

I shrugged. "It's fine. Happens all the time." It wasn't a lie, it really did. I got over it quickly.

"Hey, how d'you get that cut?" I gave Danielle a quizzical look, before remembering the small injury above my left eyebrow.

"Oh, I was one of the kids in the English class that got attacked by suicidal birds." God, that had been weird. Bobby had fretted over me once I got home, I had replied that I was fine, he should stop worrying about me and I just wanted to sit down with a tub of Ice Cream and watch Independence day, which for some reason made him grin like a mad man before ruffling my hair and telling me that would get along just fine. With the amount of times I watched that movie, I would have thought that he was sick of it by now.

We three then proceeded to make idle chit-chat before Danielle accidentally let slip what Heather had planned for tonight.

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding me?" There was more than a hint of mocking in my tone. "That has got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

The dark-skinned girl turned towards me, wearing a thank-god-somebody-finally-had-the-guts-to-come-out-and-say-it-because-I-think-that-my-best-friend-is-about-to-make-the-biggest-mistake-of-her-entire-life-and-although-it-would-be-amusing-I'm-still-really-worried-that-she-might-end-up-on-Teen-Mom look. She then turned back to her best friend. "You know the first time is sort of gross, and it kinda hurts?"

"That's fine with me." The blonde seemed determined to go along with her plans.

"No romance? No waiting to fall in love?" Her best friend seemed just as determined to dissuade her.

"When I fall in love, I want to be good at it." I rolled my eyes. She was being very stupid, wanting to get rid of something special just so she could prove something to herself. Moron.

"Lord." Danielle muttered, shaking her head. "You at least got yourself a target of opportunity?"

But Heather seemed to have noticed someone in the crowd, and excitement clouded her face as she called out. "Stiles! Hi." She rushed forwards towards two boys, as I wrinkled my nose in confusion. Stiles? Who the hell named their kid Stiles?

The two boys looked towards the bubbly blonde as she strode towards them confidently. The paler one greeted her enthusiastically, while the tanned one with the crooked jawline just smiled politely. "Hey, there's the birthday gir-" He was cut off as Heather gave him a smacking kiss right on the lips, muffling his voice. He frowned slightly in confusion, though he didn't pull away. His friend however, had his jaw hanging open in a perfect 'o', as his eyes went wide in surprise. Well, I thought, raising my eyebrow and tilting my head to the side to get a better view of him, at least she picked someone hot.

Heather pulled away after a moment. "So glad you made it!" She said, as if she hadn't just kissed him.

"Me too." Was his bewildered reply.

"Come downstairs an help me pick out a bottle of wine?" She asked, even as she grasped his arm and towed him away with her. This girl was really going for the gold, wasn't she?

"Yeah."

I sighed, tilting my head back at her recklessness. And there was me thinking that she was the kind of girl that had class, or at least the kind that would want her first time to be romantic. Not a quickie in her parents basement with a kid she hadn'e even talked to since she was twelve years old.

Stiles' friend, wearing a proud look, turned to Danielle and I, giving us both a friendly grin. "Hey."

Danielle then proceeded to look him up and down, before scoffing and walking away. Apparently he didn't quite fit the bill for her. I rolled my eyes, before sticking out my hand towards him. "Hi, my name's Seraphina."

He smiled at me, shaking the offered limb firmly before replying. "Scott."

I nodded. "Hey, I know you. You were the guy from the elevator at the hospital." I remembered now. He and another man, who I guessed was blind judging by the sunglasses and the walking stick, had been in the elevator when I rushed in, asking him to hold the doors. I had got a job volunteering at the Hospital. My Mom never had the chance to teach me how to use all my powers, but one thing that she had taught me from an early age was a very special gift of ours, one that could be used to help a lot of people. Whilst we were in the elevator, he had kept fidgeting nervously, making me wonder if he had someone waiting for him. The blind man had asked him to guide him out and seeing as though he seemed in a bit of a hurry, I had volunteered to take him to his destination instead, leading to a polite conversation which somehow turned into a debate about whether or not the Superman curse was real as Scott had rushed off.

"Oh yeah!"

"Yeah, did you manage to get where you were going on time?"

He smiled gratefully. "Yeah, thanks for that by the way."

I shrugged. "No big deal."

"So are you new to Beacon Hills?"

"Actually, I've lived here my whole life. I just get ignored a lot." I lied.

He had the perfect reaction that I had been hoping for. "Oh, I'm sorry, do you, uh...um..." He seemed very awkward now, fidgeting uncomfortably.

I let out a bark of laughter. "Chill out, I'm messing with you. I moved here last month."

Unfortunately, what might have become a beautiful friendship was put to a halt when his phone rang. He frowned. "Sorry, I've gotta take this, but I'll see you in school?"

"Sure." I waved him off as he hurried for the door. "See you tomorrow I guess."

I partied for a little while longer after that, getting into an incident where some kid called Greenburg had grabbed my ass, naturally making me whirl around and slap him so hard that his head snapped to the side before calling it a night and telling Danielle that she and Heather would have to call me later, before heading home.

. . . . .

I woke up to Arctic Monkeys asking me if I was theirs. I smiled, before rolling out of bed and heading towards the bathroom. Keep making songs like that boys, and I will definitely be yours. After showering and getting dressed, I headed downstairs for breakfast.

I flipped the electric kettel on for my usual morning peppermint tea, before searching for a suitable meal to start the day. Hmm, no cereal, as I had finished it yesterday, didn't feel like toast... I opened up the fridge, pawing around for food when I finally rested my eyes on the perfect food to start the morning with. There was a slice of leftover chocolate cake, sitting there and begging to be eaten. I grinned, snatching it and gobbling it, before washing in down with my peppermint tea.

"Wow." I whirled around to see Bobby looking at me in astonishment. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone inhale cake that fast in my entire life." He frowned. "Wait no, there was that one time when that little rat Greenburg stole my lunch." I rolled my eyes in disgust (ugh, Greenburg), before drowning out his overzealous rant about boy. God, at least I wasn't the only one that hated that kid.

I dashed back up to my room, grabbing my messenger bag and jogging back downstairs after doing a quick check to make sure that I had all my books with me.

"Hey, kid?" I stopped short, pausing in my escape to school. "I thought that you were trying out for the track team today?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, why?" Could he not tell that I was trying to avoid him?

"Don't you think that you should eat something healthy?" He crossed his arms.

I blinked twice, before walking up to the fruit bowl and grabbing a banana. "There," I said as I quickly peeled it, before taking a bite. "Perfectly balanced breakfast."

I then scurried out the door and jumped into my car, quickly finishing off my banana and throwing the peel out the window, before starting it up and heading out to school. It wasn't that I hated Bobby, it was just that... I lost my Mom so suddenly. It was like I didn't even get the chance to react to it before I was handed off to the other parent who hadn't even known that I existed. They just handed me off to some stranger who they had basically called saying 'Oh, hey, sorry bro, but your ex-girlfriend got her face shredded off in a car accident and it turns out that you knocked her up, like, seventeen years ago, so we're basically gonna dump this kid on your doorstep, kay?'.

I sighed as I pulled into the school parking lot. I know that I should be making an effort, but I just didn't have the emotional energy for it.

I hopped out of my car and headed for the doors.

I only made it about halfway to my locker before I crashed into someone.

"Oh God!" Came the voice of none other than Scott himself as I only just managed to keep myself from ending up on the floor. What was he made of, bricks? "Are you okay, Sarah?" I looked up at him, huffing. Why did everyone forgot my name?

"I'm fine Scott, and It's Seraphina, remember?" I flicked my gaze towards the other tall body behind him. It was Stiles, the kid who Heather hooked up with last night. She still hadn't called me back.

Scott actually blushed a little bit. "Oh, right, sorry."

I shrugged. "It's fine I'm used to it." I was shrugging a lot lately. It was weird.

Stiles cleared his throat, obviously wanting to be introduced.

I stuck my hand out. "Seraphina." He took it and gave it one firm shake, before letting it go.

"Stiles."

I leaned forwards, as if I was about to share a huge secret. "I know." I stage whispered.

He frowned at me. "Wha-how?" He waved his arm about wildly.

I rolled my eyes, before smiling at him. "I was at Heather's party yesterday?"

"Oh." Then he actually took a step back and checked me out. "Is your last name Martin, by any chance?"

Scott chuckled as I responded. "No. It's Blackwood." I had my Moms maiden name. Seeing as I never met my Father until about a month ago. "Why?"

"It's just, uh," He leaned forwards suddenly, grabbing a lock of my hair giving it a gentle tug. "She's another Red Head that I know. Although hers is actually more of a Strawberry blonde. Your hair is really vibrant, actually." He saw my amused look. "It's um, it's very nice. Lovely colour." He stood there awkwardly.

I arched a brow at him. "Can you let it go, then?"

"What?" He asked, before I gestured to the hand that was still holding a piece of my fiery red hair. "Oh, yeah." He ripped his hand away like it was on burning. "Sorry." Scott seemed very amused at his friends behavior, whereas Stiles only began to act even more awkward. "Not that your hair is the only pretty thing about you, I mean, you have really nice eyes too! I mean, they're very... different." Then he narrowed his eyes at me, before leaning in so that he could get a better look. "They're actually different colours. Why is one Black and one Brown" Scott peered closer as if to get a better view himself. It was actually kind of hard to notice when I had bangs covering part of my face, including my left eye. I was trying to grow them out.

"Um, yeah." I shifted my stance, my bag making my shoulder slightly sore. "They're mismatched. It's a genetic mutation, or, whatever. My Mom's eyes were like that too." These kids were kind of awkward. I wonder if they're in any of my other classes besides English? They seemed like they would be easy to mess with.

Scott went wide-eyed, as if he suddenly remembered something. "Listen, we uh, we have to go now, but it was nice meeting you!" I gave him a bemused look. What had got him so worked up?

"We do?" Stiles turned to look at him, finishing up on the inspection of my eyes. Scott elbowed him lightly, before raising an eyebrow at him and tilting his head in the direction of the history classrooms in what he was probably hoping to be an extremely subtle move. "We do! Yeah, we have to go! We'll see you later though, right?" He gave me a borderline maniacal grin, ignoring Scott's whisper of 'dude' as the poor boy tugged his sleeve desperately.

I smirked, allowing a slight chuckle to escape from my lips. "Go ahead and do whatever super secret mission you desperately need to do. You should probably try to work on your subtlety while you're at it. Even Greenburg could probably tell that there's something up with you two." With that, I side-stepped them before heading of to Biology, immensely enjoying the looks on their faces as I swept past them.

The day mostly continued as you would expect it to. Profoundly boring. Until Economics class, that is.

I kept my lips pursed as I walked into the classroom. Was it going to be awkward, being in the same class where my Father was the teacher? I sure hoped not.

Once we were all seated, he began to lecture us. Wait, no. Lecture wasn't the right word for it. It was actually more like he was ranting at us. Honestly, Econ and Biology were my best subjects, I was just glad that he hadn't introduced me to the class. I mostly tuned out, until he started quizzing us.

"The stock market is based on two principles. What are they?" I raised my hand, immediately knowing the answer, Bobby nodded at me, before catching sight of someone that must have been sitting behind me. "Yes McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Miss Blackwood, would you like to tell the class-"

"Uh no Coach, I know the answer." Came an awkward voice from behind me and slightly to my right, making me turn around in my seat at it's familiarity, only to greet the faces of Scott and Stiles. Stiles grinned at me and waved, not even trying to be subtle. I shook my head at him, although I had a grin of my own. How did I miss them sitting down behind me?

Bobby apparently found that extremely amusing, as actually bent over laughing at the poor Labrador boy. Then he looked up and saw his face. "Oh. You're serious?"

Scott fidgeted slightly in his seat. "Yeah, it's risk and reward."

Bobby, or Coach Finstock as everyone else called him, seemed to be in momentary shock. "Wow." He breathed out after a second of just staring. "Who are you, and what have you done to McCall?" Then he seemed to think better of his question. "Wait, don't answer that, I like you better!" He said, crouching down slightly and grinning at the boy. "I like you better..." He paused for a moment, before remembering what he was supposed to be teaching us. "Does have a quarter? A quarter?" I spoke too soon.

I patted my pockets down, looking for a coin. "Yep!" Came the voice of Stiles. I turned around slightly, just as something flew out of his pocket. Every eye in the classroom was glued to the small blue packet as it glided through the air, almost in slow motion, before it landed on the floor right next to me.

'XXL' I read on the condom. Well, Heather had certainly had fun last night.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, desperatley trying to hold back giggles as Bobby bent down and picked it up, even as Stiles made some weird noises behind me. "Stilinski, I uh, think you dropped this." He picked it up, before dropping it on the poor boys desk. "And congratulations." He winked at the him, and I couldn't hold back the laughter as it belted out of me in a gleeful cackle.

I clapped my hands, thriving on the awkward atmosphere that was spreading throughout the classroom. "That was priceless!" I caught Bobby giving me a weird look, the same glint in his eye as when I told him that Independence Day was my favorite movie. I tried to reign in the giggles, eventually just burying my head in my arms and smothering them, giving quiet jerks every now and then. Bobby patted me on the shoulder as he passed on his way to the front of the classroom again. I was dying.

"Risk and reward. You put the quarter in the mug, win the reward." We were seriously doing this, I thought as I raised my head, still giggling quietly. This was a piece of cake. "Okay, watch Coach." He said as he couched down about two or three feet away from a ceramic mug. He gave a flick of his wrist as he tossed the quarter, tracking its movements with his eyes as it bounced off of the floor and landed in the mug."That's how you do it."

He then grabbed the quarter and crouched in front of a mocha skinned boy. "Danny," He said, presenting the boy with the coin. "Risk, reward?"

"What's the reward?"

"You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow." Not a pop quiz anymore.

"Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it." Was Danny's smart reply. He stole my words!

Bobby sighed in disappointment. "You know Danny, I really expected more from you at this point. Really." He turned to face Scott. "McCall. Risk, reward? The risk; if you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the pop quiz. And you have to write an essay." The boy gave him an indecisive look. "Risk; more work. Reward; no work at all. Or just choose not to play."

Scott still didn't look on board with the idea. "But isn't it just a game of chance?"

"No. You know your abilities, your coordination, your focus, past experience, all factors affecting the outcome." How incredibly inspirational of him, he should really write a book. "So, what's it gonna be, McCall? More work, no work, or choose not to play?" Scott put the quarter down on the desk, the message obvious. "No play."

I gathered up my nerve. "Gimme." I ordered, snapping my fingers and holding my hand out for the quarter.

Bobby raised an eyebrow at me, but handed me the small coin, a curious look in his eyes. He was probably wondering if his Spawn could live up to his expectations.

I rolled the coin around my hand before taking a deep breath. I had played this game before, and I was very, very good at it. It was like the coin knew exactly where I wanted it to go and followed any directions. I was always good at tricks, part of what I was, I guess.

I tilted my seat to the right, not even bothering to leave my seat, seeing the mug in the middle of the row. I held my hand out, the quarter between my forefinger and my thumb, before I flicked my wrist, letting it fly. It bounced once on the floor, before landing seamlessly in the mug, almost as if it had been attracted to it by a magnetic force. I grinned and let out a breath, before turning to look at Bobby. "Piece of cake." I said, smirking and letting my chair fall back into place.

It was all in the wrist work.

There was a beat of silence, before he started clapping his hands. "A plus, Blackwood! I wanna see more of that stuff on the track." The class slowly started clapping along with him, bewildered looks on their faces. Then I caught the look on Scott's face. Suspicion.

I turned back around, frowning. What would he be suspicious of? Did he think I had cheated or something? Whatever, I had bigger fish to fry. Namely figuring out what to do for my art project.

"Okay, who's next? Who wants the quarter?" Bobby asked as he went to pick the coin out of the mug. I heard an exited drum roll coming from the desk behind me, courtesy of Stiles. "There you go!" The 'responsible adult' said as he encouraged a student to play a drinking game. "There's a gambling man! Come on, step up, step up!" Stiles hurried down to the front of the class -whilst I took the opportunity to get a good luck at his butt- to get into a good stance, facing the door, with his back to the windows, aiming for the ceramic cup two feet in front of him on the floor. Bobby clapped in enthusiasm. "All right, Stilinski." Stiles reached back a hand to throw the coin.

"Stiles." Came a voice from the doorway, I looked away from Stiles to see three men in uniform.

"Yeah Coach, I got it." He distractedly replied.

"Stiles." The voice was a lot firmer this time, making him actually look up.

"Dad?!"

. . . . .

After class I rounded in on Stiles to interrogate him about what had transpired between him and the police officers. I had definitely heard the name 'Heather' from out in the hallway.

"What's going on with Heather?" I demanded, throwing away any pretense of tact or diplomacy.

He stared at me for a long moment, before exploding in a flurry of movement. Mainly waving his hands around and narrowing his eyes at me. "What makes you think that we were talking about Heather? Why would we talk about Heather? For all you know my Dad needed information on Beekeeping or something!"

I gave him a dirty look. "I know that you were talking about Heather because I'm not a moron. I'm also not deaf, and really, Stiles? Beekeeping?"

He blinked at me once, before sighing deeply, scrunching up his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Heather's missing."

It took me a moment to process that. I allowed myself to fall back against the lockers with a dull thud. "Do they have any leads?"

Stiles gave me a weird look. "Well you're certainly being freakishly calm about this."

"Would it help if I cried like a baby and moaned about the cruel, cruel world?"

"No, you're good. Why are you so interested?"

"She's my friend too! I think anyway... I did only meet her two days ago..." I shook my head. "Shut up, I'm allowed to be worried about her."

"Look, my Dad put out an A.P.B. for her, okay? There's not really anything else that I can tell you."

I studied his face for a moment, before nodding and rummaging around my bag for a pen and paper. "Okay." I muttered as I found a pen. It would have to make do. I quickly snatched Stiles' wrist, before rolling the sleeves up -taking a moment to admire the obvious biceps that were hiding under his hoodie- and writing on his forearm. "This is my cellphone number, you hear anything about Heather, and I want you to call me. Got it?" I looked up, tearing my gaze from the neat cursive. His face was the epitome of shock. He was wide-eyed, mouth hanging open and I'm pretty sure that his fingers were twitching. "Stiles?" What the hell was up with this kid? Why did all the hot ones have to be weirdos?

"Yeah?" He croaked.

"Did you hear anything that I just said?"

"Yeah. Totally. Definitely. Got it." He was still wide-eyed.

"Okay, well I'm going to go to Spanish class now, okay?" I said as I spotted Scott almost skipping over with a crazy grin on his face. "Talk to you later?" I took his nod to mean a yes, before heading off to Spanish, nodding at Scott as we passed each other. I heard their conversation as I walked away.

"Dude, did she just give you her number?"

"Yeah."

"Are you gonna call her later?"

"Yeah."

"Think she's hot?"

"Yeah."

"What's my name, Stiles?"

"Yeah."

. . . . .

"So, how you liking Beacon Hills so far, kid?" Bobby asked me as we ate dinner on the couches, Independence Day playing on the TV. I swear, I will never get tired of that movie.

"It seems nice." Was all I could reply. There was definitely something going on in this town.

"Um, listen kid," There was a serious note in his voice, making me turn around to look at him. "I know that you miss your Mom and I know that you've never had any experience having a Father before, and I know that I don't have any experience being one, but I am trying to make an effort, you know that, right?"

I took a good moment to look at him. Here was this strange man, who had had a teenage girl thrust at him suddenly, been told that she was his flesh and blood and that he needed to take care of her because she was all alone now. Here was this this man, whom I had been carefully avoiding, even as he tried to make a Father-Daughter bond between us. He had given me the nicest room in the house, bought me my favorite cereal every chance he could and put up with my Independence Day addiction without complaint.

I wasn't being fair to him, I realized. I needed to give him a chance. I had to make an effort too. But it was so hard, and I was still trying to cope with the loss of another parent. Now would have been the perfect moment to say 'I know, Dad'.

"Me too Bobby."

. . . . .

So, what do you guys think?

What do you make of Seraphine? Or her relationship with Coach?

Now, I'm going to do something special for you guys. I want you all to review or PM me what you think Stiles' nickname for Seraphine should be. The winner gets a character named after them. (It doesn't have to an abbreviation of Seraphine, it can be anything.) Same goes for whoever can come up with the best ship name.

Also, I want you guys to guess what Seraphine is, the first to guess right will get a special dedication. I will be leaving clues as to what she might be in each chapter, but we will find out for definite in episode 10.

Over and out,

Cat.