Hey everyone! This is a Stiles/OC fanfic. Enjoy, and please review with some feedback so I know what you think!
Kayla
"Ugh do I have to?" I asked for the third time this morning as Danny pulled open the car door for me.
"Yes," he sighed. "Look Kay, I know it's gotta be tough being the new girl, but trust me, you'll be fine. We'll meet up again at lunch and I can introduce you to some of my friends, okay?"
"Fine," I huffed back. With all my effort, I dragged my skinny legs out of his car and placed my feet on the ground. My new white lace TOMs looked awkwardly clean against the pavement of the parking lot. I felt awkward in general. Not only was I the new girl at school, but I was also the gay lacrosse players cousin. Or at least that's what I imagined people would say about me when they found out.
My life had gotten very complicated in the past few summer months. After losing both of my parents and older brother in an rare and unexpected incident, I'd been forced to relocate to the opposite side of the country to live with my closest living relatives, which were my cousin Danny and his parents here in Beacon Hills, California. I was originally born in the city - New York that is - and then my family moved to New Jersey when I was about 3. We'd been living there ever since. Now 17-year-old me was forced against my will to move three thousand miles across the country.
Now here I was, my first day of senior year at a completely new school. Instead of heading off to school with my brother, he was replaced by Danny. Don't get me wrong, Danny was awesome and I loved having him in my life, but he wasn't Jeremy. Jeremy was my best friend. Instead of being the siblings that fight like cats and dogs, Jeremy and I hung out together all the time, and always shared secrets with one another. He was my rock when things got hard, always there for me now matter what. He protected me from the bad boys at school, and beat up the ones that broke my heart. He was the best big brother a girl could ask for, and now I could only talk to him in spirit, with no endearing advice or heartfelt hugs.
I shook the thoughts out of my head and followed Danny up the front steps of the school. I few people said hi to him, and he nodded back in there direction. I heard a few girls whisper. "Who's that girl?", but Danny, thankfully, ignored them, as did I.
"Alright, there's the office. I gotta meet up with my coach for a team meeting before first period, but I'll meet you outside the cafeteria at lunch, okay?" I nodded. "Hey," he said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Breath. It'll be fine." I smiled up at him and nodded. With that, he headed down the hall.
I sucked in a deep breath and went into the office. There, I obtained my daily schedule, noticing that I had gym first period. Great, just great, I thought. I was pissed. Who wants to get all ready and look good for school just to get there and have to change into dirty gym clothes and get all gross. I huffed as I headed towards what I thought was the gym. My guess was correct, and I noticed the lacrosse team meeting was still going on, so I just sauntered in and quietly took a seat on the bleachers. At least they can't make us change today, I thought. The idea of trying to get my legs out of the skinny jeans I wore today was not something I was in the mood for.
"Alright my boys," the coach said, a little too loudly for eight am if you ask me. "Practice starts at three, sharp! Don't be late or my suicides will make you wish you were dead!" He laughed evilly and the boys ignored him as they dispersed into their groups of friends.
"Danny!" I called so he would realize I was there. He turned towards me, as did almost all of the other boys on the team.
He jogging lazily over to me. "What's up?"
"I just had a question, where's my next class? This school is so much bigger than my old one." He studied my schedule, then wrote the hall numbers next to each of my classes for the rest of the day. He handed it back to me with a smile. "Thanks."
"No problem," he answered as tall, handsome blonde joined us.
He nodded to Danny. "Hey," he said to me with a small nod as well. "Jackson." He gave me a charming smile and stuck out his hand.
"Kayla," I said and smiled back. He was good looking, but a little too pretty boy for my type. "Nice to meet you."
"You, too," he said back, charm dripping from his voice. "How do you know my pal, Danny, here?"
"She's my cousin," Danny replied for me. "Dude are you seriously hitting on her right in front of me?"
I laughed. "I, um," Jackson replied cautiously. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Kayla. I'll catch up with you later, bro," he said to Danny, then strolled away.
"Way to make it awkward, cuz," I laughed.
He laughed back. "Sorry. Jackson's a good friend, but I don't think he's the type of guy you'd really want to get involved with."
"That's okay, I was thinking the same thing," I said with a laugh. "Good looking, but not my type."
"Agreed," Danny said. He looked at me then we burst out laughing. I loved the fact that Danny was so open with his sexuality and that it didn't bother him to make jokes like that. Like I said, my cousin is awesome. We said our goodbyes again, and then I was left to suffer through gym class alone.
To my relief, the lunch bell finally rang, signaling that it was the end of math class and time for food! I was starving beyond belief now that my nerves hand calmed. I found Danny waiting outside the cafeteria for me like he'd said he would. "How's your classes so far?" he asked.
"They're okay. How are yours?"
"Okay," he replied. I followed him over to a table where the blonde boy from earlier, Jackson I believe, was sitting with a red headed, pale faced girl. She was dressed perfectly from head to toe, wearing a plaid dress and great beige heels. Her hair was wavy, similar to the way I wore mine, except my hair was more of a dirty blonde instead of red. "Hey guys," Danny said to them. "Kayla, you met Jackson. This is his girlfriend, Lydia."
"Hi," I said with a small wave.
"Hello," she said coldly. Then she eyed Jackson out of the corner of her eye.
"Hey, again," he said to me, giving me another charming smile.
We sat eating, with Danny and Jackson conversing about the upcoming lacrosse season and how their first game was next Friday after school. After a little while, a tall brunette, also with extremely fair skin, came up to join us. She sat down next to Lydia, but politely introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Allison!" she beamed.
"Kayla," I replied with a smile. She was so sweet that it was almost impossible not to smile back at her. "I just moved here. " Way to state the obvious.
"Don't sweat it, I was the new girl last year, so I know how it feels. Right now it sucks, but you'll be fine. Promise." I liked this girl already.
"Hey Allison, can I talk to you for a minute?" An adorable brown haired, brown eyed boy with a very tan complexion asked her as he walked up to our table with another boy. She got up and followed him over to another table. I assumed he was her boyfriend.
His friend took a seat next to Lydia. He looked around the table then spotted me. "Hi," he said shyly.
"Hi," I replied, equally shy. This kid was adorable! Now he was definitely my type. Earlier today, I couldn't wrap my head around the idea that Beacon Hills had so many attractive guys at the school, but none of them were my type. Until I met this guy. I realized I was still staring at him and could practically feel the goofy smile on my face, and I immediately looked down at my lunch.
Danny seemed to notice the awkward interaction. Thankfully, he knows I'm not good when it comes to guys I find attractive. "Stiles, this is my cousin, Kayla. Kayla, Stiles."
He just looked at me and smiled. Oh my God, his smile. He had brown buzzed hair and big brown eyes that I practically got lost in. He had freckles lightly drizzled across his face and a few random beauty marks speckled here and there.
Lydia also took note of the interaction. "Hmm, looks like we've got another weird one added to the group." It took a moment for her words to sink in, then I realized what she had said.
"Excuse me?" I said to her with a nasty look.
She didn't reply, instead she just flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned to Jackson. I looked at Danny with a look saing What the fuck? and he just shrugged. When I looked back at Stiles, he rolled his eyes at Lydia then smiled at me again. Drool. Allison and the boy, whose name was Scott, came back to the table and we all hung out for the last ten minutes of the lunch period.
"What class do you have next?" Allison asked me as the bell rang.
"Umm," I said, pulling out my schedule. "English."
""Bummer, I have gym," she sighed.
"Looks like we're in the same class," Stiles said as he peered over my shoulder to peek at my schedule. "Cool."
I looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah, cool."
"We'll see you guys later!" Allison called as she linked her arm through Scott's. They walked down the hall in the opposite direction. Jackson and Lydia were no where to be seen. Danny nodded at me.
"Meet you outside after school?" he asked. I nodded and he turned down the hall in the opposite direction as well.
"Shall we?" Stiles asked, sticking his arm out for me to take it like Allison had. I laughed and linked my arm with his as we headed off towards our dreaded English class.
Through the halls, everyone kept turning to look at me. "Why are people staring at us?" I asked worriedly. I don't like being the center of attention.
"They're probably just surprised to see me with a beautiful girl such as yourself," he said confidently. I blushed, but gave him a small smile. "Or any girl, for that matter," he added with a laugh.
When we'd reached the classroom, I dropped his arm and took a seat in the back row. He sat down at the desk next to me, still watching me and still smiling. The teacher soon started class and it passed relatively quickly.
"I wish our next class was together, too," Stiles said as he shoved his textbook back in his backpack.
"Yeah, me too," I said. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked, sounding a little too anxious.
"Definitely," he replied. Then he smiled and hurried off to his next class.
Maybe Beacon Hills wasn't so bad after all.