A/N: So this is my first chapter of my new fanfic! Let me know what you thought by leaving a review!
Chapter One: New Girl
Jessimine Martin could tell you any day that being Lydia Martins sister was never easy. There was so much expectation to live up to. She was pretty, popular AND good at school. But that never really bothered Jess that much. Lyd was her sister and together they were the dynamic duo, that's why Lydia was so excited that Jess was coming to Beacon Hills High this year, because for the first time ever they would be going to school together.
Lydia had spent the whole break explaining to Jessimine the gossip and happenings of the High School over the past two years. To Jessimine it didn't seem to be that much, but Lydia seemed to know how to make everything that happened at the school interesting. By the first day of school Jessimine was aware of most things, who was popular, who wasn't, who Lydia liked, who she didn't, who Jessimine should talk to and who she shouldn't. Lydia made it quite clear to her that the two of them would 'rule'. And the two of them would be 'the sister duo'.
Jessimine didn't really mind whether she was popular or not, it was never something important to her. But it was important to Lydia so she would try to live up to her sisters standard.
"You look perfect," Lydia beamed as Jessimine stood looking at herself in the mirror. Jessimine was dressed in a short blue plaid skirt with a blouse tucked in, she wore a thick black belt around her mid and royal blue heels that matched the colour of her skirt. Her blonde hair was curled in waves and her hair was out past her shoulders, her fringe was pushed to the side. Her lashes were thick with mascara, her skin was covered in light foundation and blush and her lips were bright pink.
Perfect wouldn't be the word Jessimine would use. Maybe over-the-top-try-hard.
"This isn't too much? For school?" Jessimine asks as she looks at herself in the mirror once more. Usually Jessimine would were jeans and a tank top with her hair pulled up in a messy bun, sometimes, if it was a special occasion, she would put lip gloss on, but that's as far as Jessimine went when it came to trying to look good.
"Of course not," Lydia smiled with a dismissive flick of her wrist.
Jessimine rolled her eyes.
"Now we better go or we will be late," Lydia said as she gathered up her handbag and keys. "You want me to drive?"
Jessimine considered it, but she didn't feel like listening to the meaningless pop Lydia always blared on her radio, she would prefer to listen to Green Day or something, much to Lydias disapproval.
"It's okay, I'll take my car," Jessimine smiled as she threw her handbag over her shoulder. Lydia nodded once before the exited the house.
Jessimine pulled up her lime green Holden Commodore in a car space right up the back, she needed the walk to the gate to contain her nerves. Lydia was waiting for her at the door and smiled at her, "you'll be fine," she reassured.
Jessimine nodded quickly before swallowing her jitters and facing the entry, she followed Lydia inside and couldn't help but notice the amount of people staring at her and her sister. Quickened her pace to keep up with Lydia, "why are these people staring?"
"Because we are gorgeous," Lydia grinned back, flashing her a toothy smile and an evil look.
Jessimine couldn't help but laugh at her sisters confidence, she had to admire Lydia, she wasn't afraid of attention.
On the way to their lockers Lydia broke open in conversation, "I hope you can make it to lacrosse practise, Jez, you'll love it, Jackson is the Captain and they are amazing."
At her old school Jessimine would play in the girls lacrosse team, she was captain of the team and she wasn't half bad. She loved playing, there was something about playing ruff that made Jessimine excited. But Lydia made it quite clear that they didn't have a girls team for lacrosse at Beacon Hills High and even if they did she wouldn't be joining.
"Well if they are half as good as you say maybe I might watch," Jessimine said as they pulled up in front of their lockers.
"I'll save you a spot in the stand," Lydia said.
It was at that time the bell went off, Lydia and Jessimine headed off to their first class which was Chemistry.
"Mr Harris, our teacher, is a complete idiot, ignore everything he says, the last thing you need is a detention because you sassed him up," Lydia said as she pulled open the door.
"I'll keep that in mind," Jessimine muttered.
"Lydia, another year of pretending you're not as smart as you actually are," Mr Harris said with sarcasm, "I look forward to it."
Lydia threw him an exaggerated smile before taking her seat, Mr Harris turned to Jessimine. "And who must you be?"
"I'm Jessimine," she said, shifting awkwardly under the classes stare.
"Full name?"
"Like middle name too? I'd rather not, it's not something I'm proud of," Jessimine retorted, hiding a grin.
"Last name," Mr Harris said, throwing her a glare.
"I'm Jessimine Martin," she said, straightening her spine.
"Another?" Mr Harris sighed, "here we go."
"I get the impression you under estimate me, already," she said, furrowing her brow. "I mean, you don't even know me and you're already acting like this."
"Judging by your sisters actions-" he starts.
"I'm not my sister," Jessimine interrupts.
"Jez," Lydia hisses between her teeth, "sit down."
Jessimine nodded once and turned back to Mr Harris, smiling the same exaggerated smile that Lydia did, "I'm really looking forward to this year," she said with extreme sarcasm, "I think you and I will get along very nicely."
"I look forward to the disagreements I can already see coming," Mr Harris said, "go and sit with the other students that like to test my boundaries, I have a feeling you're going to fit in with them." Mr Harris turned away from her and towards the class, "McCall, Stilinski, I'd like to introduce you to your new lab partner."
Lydia hit her head against the desk and groaned.
"Have fun," Mr Harris smiled.
"I will," she retorted, turning her attention back to the boys in the back of the room, there was an empty desk in front of the two. Both of them were looking at her curiously, one boy, with brown eyes was frowning at her, the other, with a buzzcut and caramel eyes, was gaping at her.
She ignored their stares as she threw herself down in her chair, making a loud racquet at she did.
As she began to take down notes she could still feel the eyes of the boys behind her baring into her skull, she whipped around in her chair, a frown on her face, "what?"
The two boys seemed surprised by her tone, they exchanged looks.
"Why are you staring at me for?" she demanded.
The boy with the brown eyes hesitated, "it's just, we were impressed. You stood up for yourself."
Jessimine narrowed her eyes, "what was I supposed to do?"
"Well your sister would usually just ignore snared comments like that, so I guess the same," the boy said.
"I'm not her," Jessimine said, a smile playing at her lips. "What are your names?"
"Scott McCall," the boy with the brown eyes said. She turned to the other, who was still gaping.
"And yours?"
He blinked multiple times, opened and closed his mouth like a fish before stuttering, "Stiles Stilinski."
She nodded, "I'm Jessimine Martin. And it looks like we are all going to be partners for the rest of the year."
"Your Lydia's sister?" Stiles asked suddenly.
Jessimine threw him a confused look, "yes, hence the sharing of our last names. She's older than me by about a year. And before you say it, we might look similar, but we are different."
Scott smiled at her, Stiles grinned as he said, "that's pretty clear."
"Stilinski, do you want to teach the lesson?" Mr Harris asked suddenly, tearing the trios attention back to the front.
"I'd rather not," he replied carefully.
"Well pay attention."
Lydia slowly shook her head at Jessimine, she could almost hear what Lydia was saying in her stare. Social structure, Jessimine, you can't hang around losers like them. Jessimine rolled her eyes to herself, and began smiling.
"Something amusing, Miss Martin?"
Jessimine looked up, "sorry? You're going to have to be more clear about who you are referring to. There are two people in this class who share the last name Martin, and currently I have no idea who you are referring to."
"I think you know perfectly well who I am referring to," Mr Harris said.
Jessimine couldn't help but laugh, "well do you know who I am referring to when I say, jackass?"
"Jessimine Martin, principals office, now," Mr Harris said with a death glare.
"Your glare would be more affective if I actually knew where the principal's office was."
She heard laughing from behind her.
"Now," he hissed.
Jessimine rolled her eyes, "fine."
She gathered up her books and pencil case before shoving them into her bag and practically throwing her chair back into place as she stood up.
"I'll take her to the principal's office," Lydia offered.
"No Miss Lydia Martin, I'd rather you stay here." His gaze rose, "Stilinski, since you think this is funny, you can escort Miss Jessimine Martin to the principal's office."
Stiles nodded and quickly shut his mouth before joining Jessimine, she pressed her hand to her heart as she walked past Mr Harris, "pleasure meeting you," she said with a sickly sweet smile as she strode past him. She ignored the glare from Lydia as she exited the room and heard Stiles close the door behind her.
"Show me the way, master," she said, turning to him.
He looked surprised for a second before shaking his head and walking down an empty corridor, she followed him quietly.
"This is it," Stiles said as he stopped in front of the office.
Jessimine nodded, "thankyou," she pulled out a sticky note and a pen, scribbling down her number and passing it to the boy. "Now we are lab partners I have a feeling you're going to need this, especially if I keep getting sent out of class. If you want to meet up to study or whatever just send me a text. Give my number to Scott too."
"S-sure, I'll send you todays work," he sputtered, turning a bright red.
"Thanks, I'll see you later Stiles," she said as she pushed through the principal's office, leaving the boy alone in the corridor.
A girl had just given Stiles her number. Willingly.
And this girl wasn't just a normal, average, similar to the rest kind of girl. She was hot, she was smart, she was funny and she was Lydia Martins sister for crying out loud.
Jessimine Martin was defiantly the best thing that happened to Stiles Stilinski since the birth of Lydia Martin. Lydia, the girl he thought couldn't get any more perfect, had a sister. An equally hot and admirable sister. Almost as good as twins.
Stiles had to shake his head to clear the dirty and unreasonable thoughts that overwhelmed him at that moment.
He quickly punched her number into his phone before he lost the sticky note and felt like the biggest idiot ever. He wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. This could be his chance, to finally become known to the girl he had liked since forever. Jessimine Martin was the answer to his prayers.
He quickly hurried back to class and ignored the glare from Mr Harris as he made his way back to his seat. Scott turned to him instantly, questioning in his eyes.
Stiles couldn't help but bounce his knee up and down excitedly as he said, "she gave me her number."
Scott almost choked on his own spit.
"I know right."
"Willingly?"
"Dude, not cool."
"So willingly?"
Stiles rolled his eyes before hissing, "yes." He left out the part about how it was because they were Chemistry partners and he also left out the fact that he was meant to give Scott her number as well.
"So what are you going to do?" Scott asked curiously.
"I don't know, but this is my opportunity to finally get Lydia."
"So Jessimine is merely a tool to you?" Scott asked, with a disapproving frown.
"Well… no… Like I guess we might make great friends, maybe, if this whole Lydia thing works out,": Stiles said with a shrug.
"So Jessimine is ruled out of the picture, totally?"
"Dude, I've been obsessed with Lydia since third grade, everyone is ruled out of the picture, nothing personal."
Scott shrugged before looking away, "Jessimine seems nice enough. I don't know dude, I wouldn't pass it up."
"Whatever," Stiles spat, "you've got problems of your own to deal with right now. Now, show me that bite you promised me to see."
"Lydia Martin?"
No! Her name was not Lydia Martin! How many god damned times did she have to say that?!
Lydia and Jessimine couldn't be more different.
Lydia was popular, Jessimine was a fit in. Jessimine was short tempered, Lydia was usually cool. Lydia was blunt but polite to teachers and worried about her social status, Jessimine was severely sarcastic and couldn't care less about her social status. Jessimine learned guitar, Lydia learnt to sing. Lydia was into dancing (or at least used to be), Jessimine loved lacrosse (although she couldn't play it anymore). Jessimine was into good rock music, Lydia preferred modern mind numbing pop. Lydia wouldn't admit to reading at the risk of being a nerd, Jessimine often spent many hours reading books or watching movies without shame or denial. Jessimine loved green, Lydia loved pink. Lydia was into eating healthy, Jessimine would down a whole cheese pizza if she had the chance.
But even Jessimine had to admit they did look slightly similar.
Same body type, same body shape, same facial structure, similar height, same skin colour. Physical appearances were close.
But there eye colour and hair colour were defiantly not.
Lydia was strawberry blonde, Jessimine was blonde. Jessimine had blue eyes, Lydia had brown.
They were different.
So when people mistook her for her sister it did make her angry, so after the principal got her name wrong she had enough. When she was allowed to go at the lunch bell she almost sprinted out of the room, her pink lips curved into a frown, she was not happy.
So naturally, the last person she wanted to deal with was Jackson. Lydia's stupid, cheating, asshole of a boyfriend. Lydia deserved SO much better.
"Mini Martin!" he called as she basically ran past him. "Wait up!"
Jessimine whirled around, narrowing her eyes at the buff jock before her, "call me that one more time and I will make sure you regret it."
Jackson looked genuinely surprised at her bluntness and rudeness but recovered quite quickly.
"What do you want?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips and frowning.
"Well, Jessimine, I was wondering if you would like to watch the lacrosse try outs? I heard you were interested in the game," he said whilst leaning against a row of lockers and folding his arms across his chest.
"Trying to rub in the salt that I can't play?" she almost laughed, "that's really pathetic of you, Jackson."
"I was actually trying to be nice to you," he said, looking surprised.
"By offering me a spot in the bleachers, wow thanks," she said giving him two thumbs up. "I don't sit in the bleachers, ever, especially when it comes to lacrosse."
"Maybe you can help Coach," Jackson suggested.
"Like he'd want some sixteen year old shouting from the side lines," she said, she'd seen how the Coach was at games Lydia forced her to attend previous years.
"Well maybe I'd like your advice," he said.
She raised her eyebrows.
"I'm trying out for captain again this year and I really want to get it, so, maybe your advice from the side lines would help me, I don't know, it was just a thought," he said before scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
Jessimine shut her eyes and sighed.
"So? What do you say?"
"If Lydia found out I said no and you didn't get Captain she would flog me at the post, but if she found out that I did help and you still didn't get Captain she would also flog me at the post. So, if I'm going to help you, you have to agree to keep this between you and me," Jessimine said, lowering her voice.
"Sure," Jackson said with a wide smile, "who knows, maybe you'll end up helping us for the rest of the games."
She shrugged, "probably not. Now, show me how to get to the fields."
Stiles rushed into the boys lockeroom and quickly changed before grabbing his gear and rushing onto the field were the rest of the lacrosse boys were waiting for Coach. Scott immediately came to Stiles side and slapped him on the back.
"I'm not going to be on the bench this year, I can feel it," he said, a grin on his thin lips.
Stiles was about to reply something sarcastic and rude, something along the lines of dreams when his eyes fell upon two people near the field goals. One of them Jackson, the other, Jessimine.
"What is she doing here?" Stiles asked as Scott noticed his stare.
"I don't know," Scott replied.
Stiles watched curiously as Jackson missed a throw that Jessimine passed him from her hand, he fumbled around, not paying attention. The blonde girl threw her hands up in the air before throwing down her handbag and slipping off her shoes. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail with a careless motion before snatching the stick off Jackson.
Stiles found himself strangly curious and he pulled Scott forwards to get a better look in, and maybe to hear the word she was shouting to Jackson.
"God damn it Jackson!" she shouted, "your wrists can't be slack, don't let the stick flop around in your hands. You wanna catch the ball? This is how you do it."
She kicked the ball to Jackson with her barefoot and grasped the stick, "throw it."
Jackson hesitated slightly before pegging the ball in her direction, Jessimine spun around and positioned her stick in front of the ball, scooping it up so quickly Stiles barely had time to blink.
His jaw fell slack as he saw the ball sitting nicely in the net, even Jackson looked impressed, his throw wasn't an easy one to catch.
"Keep your arms firm," she said, taking the ball in her hand.
"How did she do that?" Scott whispered to Stiles, Stiles could only shrug in return.
"I knew you were good, but I didn't know you were that good," Jackson said, a smile playing at his lips.
Is he flirting with her? Was all Stiles could think in the moment.
Jessimine leant back in surprise, her eyebrows raising, "was that a complement?"
"Not quite, I'm still better than you," Jackson recovered, smirking.
"You asshat," she hissed with a small laugh. She pulled back her arms which were still gripped to the stick and pegged the ball at Jackson, the ball hitting him hard in the chest.
"OW!" he cried, pressing his hand against his chest in surprise.
She threw the stick in his direction, "throw like that and you actually might have half a chance."
She twirled around, her skirt fanning out slightly as she did, making Stiles neck heat up. He watched intently as she bent down and picked up her handbag and shoes before making her way back to the bleachers were she plonked down beside Lydia.
All he could think as he turned away was, who is that girl?
It was some time into the tryouts that Lydia first opened her mouth, she had been ignoring Jessimine since she came back, not that Jessimine cared.
"At your old school, were you a loser?" Lydia asked suddenly.
Jessimine shrugged, "I was Captain of the lacrosse team, of course I wasn't. Besides, why does that even matter to you?"
"Because you stink of loser," she says, throwing her a sidewards frown.
"Oh, that's just the loser deodorant," Jessimine said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Lydia rolled her eyes, tossing her hair behind her shoulders, "everyone was looking at you."
"They have been the whole figgin day," Jessimine replied.
"But they were looking at you like you were one of them," Lydia said, nodding towards the two boys Jessimine knew as Scott and Stiles. The two boys were currently sitting on the bench, Scott had got off the field only moments earlier, Jessimine thought he was pretty good at lacrosse. They seemed like nice enough people, the kind of people she would hang around at her old school.
"Hey, don't talk about them like that, there my new lab partners," Jessimine said, her voice raising in defence.
"Great," Lydia huffed after she blew a strawberry.
"I wasn't aware that I had to get your approval for my lab partners, I'll make sure it's okay with Mr Harris next time," Jessimine shot back.
"I'm trying to help you, Jez," Lydia sighed.
"No, you're trying to decide my friends for me. If you think you know best, who should I hang out with then?" Jessimine said, standing and shoving her hands onto her hips.
"Me, Jackson-"
Jessimine rolled her eyes.
"-Jonsey, and there is this new girl, Alison, maybe her, we will just have to see."
"Wow, four people, that's awfully social."
"You don't want me to help you? Fine, I won't, have fun with your loser friends," Lydia said as she turned her back on Jessimine.
Jessimine rolled her eyes dramatically as she gathered up her things and stomped down the steps to the bleachers. Behind her she could hear Coach yelling at the boys about clearing off the field, meaning practise was over.
Jessimine made her way to her car and threw her things inside the boot, slamming it closed and leaning against the car as she blew out a breath. Part of her wanted to scream, part of her wanted to cry.
She wasn't even sure why.
Maybe it was because she missed her old school. Maybe it was because Lydia was a different person outside of their house. Maybe it was because Mr Harris was the biggest jerk in the history of biggest jerks. Maybe it was because people looked at her and saw Lydia's sister, not Jessimine. Maybe it wasn't for a reason at all.
All she felt like doing was curling up on her bed with her head phones on with a box of Oreos.
It was then she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, she pulled it out and read the text.
Hey Jessimine, it's Stiles, from your Chemistry class, the one that sits behind you, with the buzz cut. Anyway, here is the work you missed today, sorry, my writing is terrible. Hopefully it helps. See you tomorrow, Stiles :)
Attached below are photos of notes written in messy black ink, but fortunately Jessimine can still read it.
As Jessimine shoves her phone back into her pocket and slides into the driver's seat she smiles to herself.
With people like Scott and Stiles around maybe Chemistry wouldn't be so bad after all.
A/N: So there it is! If you have any questions or comments please feel free to leave a review!
Later!