Nokomis squirmed nervously in her desk – but who could blame her? It was the first day of her freshmen year at Beacon Hills High School after all... and so far things have not gone all that well for the blonde Romanian orphan.
Firstly, there was the obvious fact that she was new and that was only intensified by her more than out-of-place features. Secondly, her Aunt had oddly enough forgotten that she'd promised to give her a ride to school and took off to work way too early for Nokomis to be able to catch her which forced the timid girl into a situation that caused her to have to ride the bus. Thirdly (and lastly), she had somehow misplaced her bag that not only held important things such has her I.D. and a wad of crumpled up dollars that her Uncle had given her the other day but her phone as well.
She had just come to terms with the consequences of her stupidity when two boys (one of fair complexion and the other of dark) took the two empty seats beside her – one actually holding a brown, fringed long-strapped bag or purse depending on how you classify the personal belongings of a woman.
Before she was able to suppress the automatic relief that flooded throughout her tensed body, Nokomis released a long and grateful sigh. "Oh my gosh, you are totally my hero!" She told the boy that held her bag with an appreciative smile, he was the lighter colored of the two whom was looking over at her with some of the most vibrant blue eyes she'd ever seen consequently bringing back her earlier anxiety.
"I'm just glad I was able to find you so easily, I was worried I was going to have to search all over the place for you – Cinderella." At his kind and jokish words, she blushed but quickly covered it up after accepting the purse from his outstretched hands and correcting her posture so that she now faced the front of the class instead of to the right of her where the cute guy beside her sat. Welp, that's one problem taken care of. She thought to herself, and after a hurried look through her things to make extra sure she still had everything that she'd left the house with this morning Nokomis pulled out a pencil and settled in just as their English teacher (Mrs. Traught) walked through the doors.
It didn't take the classily dressed woman long to get them all started on their first assignment, and after a while of working quietly the class was beginning to start up conversations all around the room as one by one every student finished up their work – Mrs. Traught didn't object, but she did 'shush' a couple of the louder mouthed kids.
Nokomis; however, had been silent throughout most of the word exchanging that was going on all around her, boredly twiddling her pencil about in her hand all the while separating herself from the real world and into the confines of her own mind… well, at least until a certain few caught her attention and brought her to face the one that had saved her ass this morning, "so, Cinderella…" There was a pause between them, but friendly smiles were evident on both of the teenager's faces. "My name is Liam." Although he hadn't asked for her name, the petite blonde didn't exactly want to be known as a Disney Character for all of eternity but she didn't feel that rushing out her name was the best idea just yet either.
So instead, she lifted an eyebrow at him in a gesture for him to elaborate. "I'm a – ahh, transfer student from – from, ugg… Devenford Prep." Looks like she might have stumbled upon a soft spot, but she could relate to the difficulties he was expressing.
"Don't worry, you're not the only one new to Beacon Hills. I'm actually from Russia. My accent isn't quite as heavy as one might assume of me and my appearance doesn't exactly scream Soviet Union, but yeah… that's where I grew up." Stretching out a hand, she waited till he grasped it with his own to continue with one last addition to what she'd just told him, "Nokomis. It's nice to meet you, and thanks again." Though she had become very much socially awkward in the past couple months, talking with this 'Liam' guy seemed a lot less pressuring and actually a lot easier than most of the conversational companions that she'd had recently.
Then the bell rang, but that hadn't seemed to faze him as much as it had her (there had been assigned punishment to those that showed up late to their electives in her old school, and though she wasn't for sure of the rules here she didn't really want to show up to class after the tardy bell had rung) – considering he casually gathered his things and was now following after her to her (well, their) next class, asking her question after question about how life was in Romania. Nokomis didn't much feel bothered by his badgering, she kind of thought it was cute in a way and besides his company was enlightening compared to her usual dampening atmosphere – so she welcomed him with bright facials as they moved their way down the hall to their next class with the darker toned boy that had also been in her English class (she had learned that his name was Mason) trailing behind them with a shared interest in all of her answers.
"We usually experience colder weather, although it wasn't exactly uncommon to have a few sunny days throughout the year." She was telling them as they found theirselves some seats together in the Biology lab. Somehow she wound up in the middle, but she wasn't complaining. They were both equally handsome boys… for right now though, Nokomis decided that she wouldn't classify them as 'hotties' but instead as her 'friends that just so happened to be hotties'. "The current temperatures here are nothing compared to what I've had to live with. I'm kind of actually glad to be out of such a dreadful climate though, you know? To get to feel the light from the sun, droplets of rain, and even stars in the night's sky." When she looked up from placing her things in order, she was met with the electric blue eyes of Liam. Curiosity sparked within them, but something else was twinkling somewhere in there too that Nokomis didn't quite recognize – though it did cause her to blush.
Looking away, she rested her cheek on a closed fist which was propped against the table that stretched out before them by her elbow, the position allowing her blonde hair to fall over her face and hopefully hide all evidence of the blood that had risen to the surface of her skin. "Do you play lacrosse?" She asked him, trying to switch the subject of her onto him – her grayed eyes falling to the backpack that sat between them on the floor and actually held evidence of said sport.
"Oh absolutely! I'm actually going to try out for the team tomorrow, hopefully my skills will impress the coach enough to put me on the team." He exclaimed in reply to her question.
"Well, how impressive would your skills be if you were to rate yourself on a scale ranging from a one to a ten?" Nokomis pressed with a small giggle enclosing her inquiry, knowing by the way that he had suddenly lit up at the word lacrosse that he'd offer no offense at her asking just how good he was.
"Definitely a ten, and that's putting it rather lightly." A smirk crossed his perfectly crafted facials after giving her a wink he nonchalantly leaned back in his chair with his hands folded behind the back of his neck. In return, she gave an 'oh really' look and followed him back from the slouch she'd been in with her arms crossing over her chest.
Expecting an explanation to come from Liam, she was sort of shocked when instead it came from Mason. "He really is, I helped him practice the other morning. You know what, you should come watch the try-outs with me tomorrow so you can see for yourself and maybe I want look like a total loser up there on the bleachers being all loner-ish!" She laughed at this as she turned to face him, her head nodding in acceptance before her vocals spilled from her working mouth, "of course, sounds fun."
After Nokomis had agreed to accompany Mason to cheer on Liam, the rest of the day proved to be rather uneventful – considering that her only two classes with the boys had only included her morning ones (though there was this strange occurrence during lunch when a group of who she thought to be Juniors actually sat across from her in the cafeteria and whispered amongst themselves while also asking her all sorts of crazed questions which was when she took her cue to leave). Sadly, she didn't get to see them again until after school had ended, but only briefly since she had to hurry and catch the bus in order to get home (during which she asked for an alternate ride to her house after the try-outs and Liam quickly volunteered his step-dad). Once being dropped off, the petite blonde headed inside and tossed her long-strapped bag over onto the dining table as she passed through the kitchen in order to reach her room. There was no use announcing her presence, both her Aunt and Uncle were still at work and would be till around five or six o'clock – meaning there was only one thing for her to do until their arrival, take a nap.
A/N :: Ohmygosh, hey! Thank you so much for making it to the end of this first chapter, I promise things will kick off in the next couple – just bear with me. This is actually my first real fanfiction, so please don't judge too harshly but feel free to review as you like! On another note, I'm so super excited for this and I hope everyone enjoyed reading about all of the strange oddities that happens on a Freshman's first day in high school! Oh and let me know if this was a decent sized chapter, because I really don't know how much I should be writing… Also, I realize the first day of school in the actual Teen Wolf Series included the lacrosse try-outs, I just thought it'd fit in better with my story if I moved it to the next day.