This of course is my new story, I hope you all like it and sorry that it is shorter than most of my other first chapters. And please, REVIEW! :)
Where are you?" Jordan McCall snaps in the phone as she looks at the passing cars.
"I'm on my way, I'll be there in like ten minutes, ok?" her cousin Scott answered.
"Scott, you have been saying that for the past few hours," she said as her grip tightened on the handle of the suitcase rolling it back and forth. "Please hurry, I'm tired," she complained as Scott laughed before hanging up. Ten minutes later Scott drove up in his mom's car and got out, helping Jordan place her bags in the trunk.
"Welcome to Beacon Hills," a goofy kid stood from the passenger door smiling at her. "My names Stiles," he reached out as she took his hand.
"Jordan," she smiled. "I didn't think Scotty here had friends," she laughed hugging her cousin.
"Scotty?" Stiles roared in laughter as Scott looked at him annoyed.
"Well if we are done reminiscing can we go?" Scott asked closing the trunk as Jordan climbed in the back seat. She rested her head on the seat and closed her eyes instantly falling asleep. A short ride later they dropped Stiles off and soon came to Scott's house; Jordan sat up sleepily and looked at the house.
"Home," she whispered to herself as Scott helped her from the car.
"What?"
"Nothing," she shook her head before hugging her cousin crying. Jordan was usually string and Scott barely ever saw her cry. The last time she cried in front of him was when she broke her arm on the jungle gym in first grade.
"Jordan, it's ok, sh, you're fine," he whispered hugging her tighter as she continued crying. She pulled back slowly collecting herself suppressing the memory. Scott opened the trunk and pulled her bags out she took two while he took two and they walked into the house.
"Where's Aunt Melissa?"
"She's at work, you'll get to see her later," he answered her calmly, "your room is right up the stairs on the left…if you want to take a nap," Scott said as Jordan climbed up the stairs. She stumbled into the empty room and placed the two bags in the corner; Scott followed and placed the other two next to the dresser.
The walls were bare and empty, the dresser dull, the room had no life except for the bed, and the bed was fully made. She fell on the bed and drifted off ignoring her cousin who stood in the doorframe.
Two red eyes lingered in front of her. "What do you want?" she barked as the eyes blinked. Her hands covered in blood. "Leave me alone," she snapped kneeling down looking at the two bodies on the floor. Her parents lay silently covered in blood almost unrecognizable. She cried as she hugged their lifeless bodies. She looked up the two ruby eyes still starring at her.
"Go!" she screamed opening her eyes. Her aunt barged through the door and looked at her.
"Jordan, are you ok?"
"He was there," she whispered as her aunt hugged her. "The…the thing…that killed my parents stood there starring at me as if…if I was next."
"No, you're safe here," she whispered in the girl's ear. "You're home," Jordan tightened her hug in comfort on the last word.
"I am home," she smiled with a sniffle.
"Why don't you go hang out with your cousin and get your mind off the subject," her aunt let go as Jordan nodded. "I'll unpack for you," she added as Scott walked in.
"Scotty, do you know where I can practice some lacrosse?"
"Cuz, you're talking to the Co-captain of the lacrosse team."
"Really?" she smiled wiping her tears away. "Well then, let's go," she blurted grabbing her lacrosse stick from one of the bags and followed him out the door.
"Be back for dinner," Mrs. McCall called as the two nodded and got in her car.
"Do you mind if I get Stiles to come, he needs to practice himself," Scott said as Jordan shook her head.
"The more the better," she laughed as they pulled into Stiles' driveway who ran out of his house and into the backseat. They drove to the school listening to the radio not saying a word, Jordan felt a lot better since she left the house and soon they were on the field Jordan holding the lacrosse stick firmly in her hands. "Two on one?"
"You versus us?" Stiles joked as she nodded and twirled the stick. "You're on." Stiles threw her the ball and she caught it with a frightening smile. Jordan ran down the field ignoring Stiles who ran behind her waiting for Scott to slam into her. She threw the ball as hard as she could and right before it slinked into the net another stick came from no where and caught it.
"HEY!" she barked walking over to the guy who held the ball, he looked like a jerk and she could feel it. "We're playing a game here."
"Well I need to practice," the guy smirked.
"Excuse me, but so do I?" she said throwing the lacrosse stick to the floor marching toward him. Scott and Stiles went to pull her back but they were too slow.
"Listen here, I don't have time to play a cute little game with someone so fragile, I need to really practice…"
"Oh because I'm a girl, I can't play?"
"Exactly," he smirked as she clenched her fists.
"Jackson, my cousin is…"
"Shut up Scott," Jordan snapped, rage filled her body she wasn't going to allow anyone to treat her like a little fragile flower. "You don't think I can play?"
"No, it's as simple as that." Jackson squinted as Jordan's jaw tightened.
"Fine, your royal highn-ass," she barked turning to her cousin. "Let's go, we'll come back later," she growled as Scott laughed in surprise. He knew his cousin well and found it odd for her to back down away from Jackson she never gave up. The three of them started for the car but Jordan turned around Jackson still standing where she left him. "I'll…be right back," she smiled before running over to him.
"So, I'll pick you up at eight?" he smirked as she crossed her arms.
"Seven thirty?" she replied as he nodded not breaking his normal attitude. She hugged him with a huge grin. His scent of aftershave filled her nostrils making her body feel less tense. "I'll see you tonight," she whispered letting him go before walking back to Scott's car. Stiles and Scott looked at her funny as she climbed in the car.
"What was that about?"
"What?" she looked at Stiles.
"You hugging him?" he replied with disdain.
"What…I can't hug an old friend?"
"How do you know Jackson?" Scott asked looking at his cousin funny through the rear view mirror.
"Long story," she smiled looking out the window.