Kiana Farris slowly drove into the school parking lot, not exactly sure of where she was going. The sign behind her had told her that this was Beacon Hills High School, but she was still a little nervous. She always was, whenever she had to start at a new school. But this time was different. This time she was coming in the middle of the year. Fantastic. She didn't have to take midterms once they started, but it would still be strange. Just like it was every single time before. Everyone here had already been set with their group of friends, so where would she fit in? She was sick and tired of having to answer that question. She never had the chance to even get close with anyone at her past schools. That was partially her fault for acting so strange all the time, but it was also because her parents moved so much, and she had no idea why. It's like they had an endless amount of money, and they decided to spend it by finding a new place to live every two weeks. Kiana knew this was an over-exaggeration, but she didn't care. She barely cared about any of it a minute or two more of rambling, she finally opened the door of her shiny, brand new red Jeep, the original one with the detachable windows, and hopped out. She quickly looked around, and sighed in relief. She hadn't been met with any bumpers or tires, which was a pretty good start. And she had reason enough to worry. A car had almost run her over in the parking lot two schools ago. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and quickly got her Captain America backpack out of her trunk. When she slammed the door shut, she sighed. Today was going to be a long day.
Erica Reyes chewed on her pencil, switching her gaze between the door to the classroom, the clock at the front of the room, and the empty chair beside her. Of course, no one wanted to sit next to fat, ugly, epileptic Erica. What if she started having a seizure right next to them? 'Cause that would just kill their reputation, wouldn't it? She took the pencil out of her mouth and started wringing it in her hands. Homeroom was ultimately the worst class of the entire day, and it was only 15 minutes long. She had very few friends, and absolutely no close ones, and none of them were in her very first class of the day. She sighed. She heard the familiar clicking of soles and looked up to see their chemistry teacher, Mr. Harris, enter the room with an unfamiliar looking girl. But... She couldn't be a new student? Could she?
"Now, class, if you all could settle your persistently unceasing chatter for just a moment, I'd like to introduce a student who will be joining us for the rest of this year."
Erica could see every person in the classroom look to their friends, as if for some kind of enlightenment, and some even had the nerve to start whispering. Erica could see the girl swallow from here.
"Her name is Kiana Farris, and you all better treat her the same way you all treated each other at the beginning of this year."
Kiana rolled her eyes, and Erica smirked, along with a few others who had noticed.
"Now, Kiana, there's an empty seat next to Ms. Reyes in the back. I suggest you take it."
Kiana gave him a two-fingered salute as she made her way back to Erica, smiling as she put her bag down on the floor.
"Hi, I'm Kiana."
She said with a smile as she sat down. Erica smiled back.
"Hi, I'm Erica."
Mr. Harris sat down at his desk and started to shift through some papers, while everyone's attention reverted back to their own social groups. Kiana turned to get something out of her backpack, so Erica assumed that would be the end of their greeting, but she was only getting lip gloss. When she came back up, she asked,
"So, got any first day advice for me? I mean, I know it's not your first day, but it's mine. You've been here for a while, as far as I can tell, so you should know a few things, at least. Any jerks I should avoid? Any bitches I should ignore? Any boyfriends I should keep an eye out for?"
She winked and grinned, applying the lip gloss carefully. Erica just stared, but soon answered back,
"I wouldn't really know the difference, since everyone here is pretty much a jerk to me."
Kiana stopped applying her lip gloss and frowned, turning to Erica.
"But, you're so nice! Why would anyone be mean to you of all people?"
Erica smiled lightly. She liked this girl already.
"Well, probably because A. I'm not pretty, and B. I have epilepsy, which means seizures. No one really wants to hang out with a girl who could suddenly start convulsing all of a sudden."
Erica held up her wrist, letting Kiana look at her emergency bracelet. Kiana's eyes were wide.
"Wow. I've never actually known someone who had seizures before. I have ADD, if that makes you feel any better. I'm guessing it doesn't. And ALSO, you are pretty. I'm sorry if that creeps you out, since we just met, but it's true. In all my other schools I was known as the "crazy girl", so this is just your first showing."
Erica laughed, and so did Kiana. As Kiana started to put her lip gloss back in her backpack, she saw a boy staring at her from across the room. She pretended not to notice at first, but he kept on going, so she dared a glance up. He had buzz-cut length dark hair, with dark eyes and extremely pale skin. What she couldn't tell was if he was ogling her or her backpack. Most likely the backpack. She smirked and sat back up, still stealing a glance every now and then. A couple more seconds passed, before she turned to Erica and asked,
"Uhh, who's the guy-""Who's staring at you? Yeah, that's Stiles Stilinski. Trust me, he's most likely gawking at the backpack. As far as I know, he only has eyes for Lydia Martin, the popular little redhead three rows up."
Kiana looked forward, and saw the girl that was apparently "Lydia" sitting with a dark-haired girl. She turned back to Erica, wanting to know more about the dark tone her voice took when she spoke Lydia's name, but decided against it.
"Long story?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Erica stilled for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, you could say that."
Kiana nodded as well, looking up at the clock perched on the wall. As soon as she did, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of classes, and the beginning of a very long half year to come for Kiana. She got her schedule out and studied it while she got up and grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her right shoulder.
"Hey, what do you have first period?"
She turned to Erica, looking hopeful.
"English. You?"
Kiana sighed.
"Dammit, I have History first. I was hoping you'd be able to show me where the classroom is."
"Well, I still can, it's no big d-"
All of a sudden, a head had popped next to Kiana's side out of nowhere and began almost shouting.
"Umm, I- I can show you where the History classroom is, since I have it too! Whoa, we already have so much in common. Hi, my name is-""Stiles. Yes, I've been told."
She smirked at Erica, who grinned. Stiles didn't seem to notice.
"Uhh, okay. Anyway, I can show you where the classroom is. Then Eri... Eri... Erin? NO, Erica, yeah. Uhh, then Erica won't have to go out of her way to show you where it is."
He grinned proudly, which was pretty adorable to say the least, but Kiana frowned. He hadn't even had the common curtesy to remember Erica's name. She glanced over, and Erica's face was set in a stone hard expression. She didn't like this at all. But she sighed, and turned completely to Erica.
"I'll meet you after, okay? Then we can compare schedules. What's your locker number?"
"745."
"Cool, I'll meet up with you there."
She grinned and waved, following Stiles out of homeroom. Erica waved back half-heartedly. She finally meets a girl who hasn't been corrupted by the people in this school, and Stiles just wants to get his pale, grimy little hands all over her. Metaphorically. She sighed and picked up her green backpack, walking past Mr. Harris and towards her English classroom.
Stiles immediately started chatting to her as soon as they were out the door, and Kiana almost wanted to laugh. This kid didn't have an off switch.
"Well, when I first saw you come in, I noticed you were kind of pretty so I figured you'd never even talk to a guy like me but that changed once I saw you had a Captain America backpack with you! Then I knew you were cool, and that I probably actually had a chance of being able to talk to you. So, here we are, talking in the hallway! Well, actually, I'm doing more of the talking really, and you're just walking and listening. And I mean, that's fine! I'm used to filling awkward conversations and such with meaningless chatter. It's a gift really. It started right after-"
He stopped all of a sudden, and Kiana just stared wide-eyed at him. Had he just... stopped talking? She hadn't even really been listening, which was pretty bad, but now she regretted it, because he'd probably asked her something and now he was expecting an answer. He shook his head and continued walking, leaving Kiana to catch up as she breathed a sigh of relief. No questions, for now.
"Anyway, my best friend Scott is in my History too, along with some other guys from the lacrosse team..."
"Oh, great." Kiana thought to herself, sighing yet again.
"But their cool guys, easy to get along with. Well, most of the time. Also, if a really pretty guy starts to smirk at you, just look away. That's Jackson Whittemore, school stud, basically. Except Lydia Martin, another friend, still really likes him after their break-up, so if you're into him, I wouldn't act on it. At all. She's not in this class, but she's very good at ruining people's lives, believe me."
He chuckled, but Kiana just said,
"Sounds like a real sweetheart."
Stiles laughed, and he guided her towards a brown, wooden door marked,
"Mrs. Riley."
"Yep, that's our History teacher. You've been caught up and everything, right?"
She nodded, poking her head into the classroom along with Stiles.
"Okay, good. No c'mon, I wanna introduce you to Scott. Jackson will probably introduce himself, so be prepared or whatever."
Kiana laughed.
"I'll do my best."
Stiles just nodded, basically dragging her to an empty desk and sitting her in it, taking the one next to it for himself. Kiana just shrugged and began to get out her things. When a tan-skinned boy with short, black hair walked into the room, Stiles waved frantically, calling him over. The boy looked mortified, but walked over anyways. He seemed quite surprised to see her sitting there. Maybe this was his spot, or something. Of course, as soon as the boy was within earshot, Stiles started chatter-boxing away.
"Kiana, this is my best friend, Scott McCall. Scott, this is the new girl, Kiana."
Both parties exchanged hello's and smiles, but nothing much else. Stiles leaned over and began talking to Scott frantically about something she didn't understand, so she tuned out most of it. All of a sudden, she felt warm breath on her neck, and a casually seductive voice behind her said,
"Are you new? I've never seen your pretty little figure around here before. The name's Jackson, Jackson Whittemore. You might have heard of me already."
Kiana groaned. She was sick and tired of all these horny teenage boys panting around. She turned in her seat to get a better look at this supposed, 'stud'. What she saw didn't surprise her that much, really. He was extremely handsome, to say the least, with very chiseled features and high cheekbones. His eyes were beautiful. Kiana found them to be the most defining feature on his movie-star worthy face. She blinked a few times before saying,
"So this is the infamous Jackson Whittemore that everyone can't seem to shut up about. Yes, I'm new here, it's my first day today."
She smiled, and so did he.
"And do you have a name to go with that pretty little figure of yours?"
She smirked.
"Kiana. Kiana Farris."
He nodded, looking towards the windows, then back at her.
"You know, you shouldn't really be hanging out with geeks like McCall and Stilinski. You should come and hang out with my friend Danny and I sometime. He's gay, so he'll probably be extremely happy to have a girl around for once."
Kiana laughed while Jackson chuckled, causing some members of the class to look over, but they soon returned to their previous conversations. Kiana looked up at the clock, and decided to end their conversation before it was cut short. She looked back at Jackson.
"I'll be sure to think about that, Jackson. I'll talk to you later."
She smirked, turning back around in her seat. As soon as she'd turned, Stiles was right in front of her face, staring at her. She nearly screamed, but just jumped instead.
"Stiles! What the hell?!"
"What were you and Jackson talking about?"
"Wait, what?"
"What were you and Jackson talking about?"
She frowned.
"I hardly think that's any of your business, Stiles, I just started talking to you 5 minutes ago. But, if you must know, he was inviting me to hang out with him and his gay friend Danny sometime. Happy?"
She sighed, pushing Stiles back into his seat as Mrs. Riley walked in the room. The bell hadn't rung yet, so people were still talking and laughing with their friends. As Scott and Stiles started getting their supplies out, Kiana felt a nudge on her right shoulder. She turned, and it was Jackson, handing her a slip of paper. She scoffed. Really? Note-passing? Aren't we getting a little too old for this, Mr. Whittemore? She took it anyway, smiled, and turned back to face the front. Stiles hadn't seemed to notice, which she was extremely happy about. Kiana was about to open the paper when the bell rang, and Mrs. Riley pulled down a map of Europe over the chalkboard behind her. She faced the class, and conversation eventually went silent.
"Good morning class. Before we begin, I'd like to take the time to introduce a new student that we have with us today. Her name is Kiana Farris. Kiana, would you please stand up?"
Kiana sighed and stood, smiled, then sat back down.
"Thank you. Now, everyone please turn to page 394 in your book, and can someone tell me what we learned last chapter? Yes, Mr. Diggs?"
"World War II?"
There was some laughter around the classroom, but Kiana didn't seem to get the joke.
"Very funny, Mr. Diggs, but can someone tell me what we learned specifically? Yes, Ms. Argent?"
"The invasion of Poland by Germany in 1939."
"Yes, thank you Ms. Argent."
Scott was smiling like an idiot, but Kiana had no idea why. She was about to ask Stiles about it, but his mouth was already right up to her ear.
"Allison Argent, the girl who just spoke, that's Scott's girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend, really. Her parents made them break up, but they still see each other anyways, but they can't really be close at all during school. Only when their alone."
Kiana nodded, frowning a little. She had no need for the details, but that sounded so sad, not being able to be with the one you want. Stupid parents. As Stiles turned back towards the front, Kiana looked down to the little slip of paper in her hand. She slowly opened it under the desk, not wanting to be seen by the teacher or Stiles, and what it said was this,
'439-2378. Call me sometime, and we can plan that hang-out.'
She smiled. Only first period and she had already gotten a gorgeous guys' number. Sure, a very cocky and pompous looking guy, but a gorgeous one none the less. Plus, he had a gay best friend, which soon meant that she would have a gay best friend, which would be fantastically amazing. She couldn't wait to tell Erica.