Authors Note; Here's a new story for you, guys. I've just started on the second chapter, and I'm working my hardest to get it done, as quickly as possible so you guys can get just a little bit more of an introduction to Abigail's character. But, all in all I'm super happy with this chapter. I don't commonly see many Jackson/OC sibling fics around, more of Scott/OC sibling than anything. But, I love those. Anyways, I'm cross posting this. Both on here, and Wattpad. So, if you have a Wattpad, you can check it out on there two. Username, ElectraHeartss. Also, I have a Polyvore, and I'll be posting the outfits for Abigail, ones for certain events and all that. My username is ElectraHeartss, so check that out, pls! Favorites, Follows, or Reviews would be lovely.
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I bounced my left leg nervously, trembling with both excitement and fear. I tapped my fingers against the arm rest. My first day at a new school, again - unfortunately. Just when things start to go my way, or work in my favor, something has to come and ruin it. Always. It never seems to fail. I've become accustomed to the feeling of moving, not entirely. I wasn't necessarily new to the whole concept, in any sense. I mean I knew what to expect, but I still get those crazy jitters and butterflies and it was a major problem, learning how to adjust to the school and my peers. I was used to being the popular girl, I had the money and the looks, obviously. But, I wasn't a stickler for the rules, and constantly found myself in trouble. This was probably my fifth different school since I started Jr. High. After my first school change in seventh grade, my step parents had sent me to a secondary school. It was horrendous. The discipline was to harsh and I was seriously regretting what I'd ever done back at school. because it had sent me here, and in the moment, I wanted to be as far away as possible from the place. But, three school changes later, I found myself here, Beacon Hills High School.
My brother fiddled with the collar on his leather jacket. Jackson had moved here after my first time getting expelled. He moved to the top of the food chain fast. Found himself with major popularity and the attention was almost always on him. When it wasn't, it was usually on his girlfriend, Lydia. I'd never met her, but the way he had talked about her, he seemed so absolutely love struck which was odd for Jackson. I'd never seen him in such a vu vulnerable state. Jackson was captain of the lacrosse team, has been since eighth grade. He was a lax head, through and through. It was strangely irritating, I mean lacrosse. Jackson and his strange addiction to it, was a whole new level of irritating. Boys running around with sticks and throwing balls at each other seemed pointless. But, the sport was created for a reason, right? A very pointless one, but still.
I pushed the stray hairs that had fallen from my bun behind my ear and huffed. Jackson was still staring in his rear view mirror, clearly admiring himself. I scoffed and flicked his forehead with my thumb and middle finger.
"I'm still the cuter twin, Jackson." I grinned at my brother and he mocked my expression. "Spoiled brat." He said through a fake cough and laughed. My mouth hung open slightly, ready to say something, but all that came out was, "Dick!" I yelled, punching his shoulder, hard. "Ow!" He cried in pain as a few teens that were walking in front of the car stopped in their tracks to stare at us.
I ignored them and got out of the car, I glared at my brother who returned to gawking at himself in the rear view mirror, after a few more minutes of self admiration he got out of the car also. It seemed like a century when he finally got over to the other side of the car where I was standing. Jackson stared at my outfit with an amused look.
"Wow, Abigail." Jackson chuckled, "It seems like your fashion choices get worse with every new school you get moved to." I laughed as I looked down at my baggy mint green and beige stripped sweater. "C'mon, it's not that bad." I smiled, showing the sweater off. Jackson rolled his eyes and I tugged on his ear, turning it a bright shade of red. I giggled as he held it in pain. "It's cold anyways, might as well keep warm." Jackson let out a deep throaty chuckle, "It's northern California. What were you expecting?" I gave him a frustrated look and sighed.
Jackson looked over my shoulder and ran his fingers through his hair, "You'll be okay by yourself, right?" I was just about to answer when Jackson interrupted impatiently, "Great. See you later, Abby."
I grumbled to myself as I headed inside, "Sure, I'll be fine by myself. Don't know where a damn thing is in this place. Sure, I can find my way around, Jacks." I sighed and looked to my left where to boys were standing. One who's cheeks were flushed red and his hair was in a buzz cut, the other not so pale, and his hair was more shaggy. Kind of reminded my of a puppy. I smiled a little to myself, and the boys gave me a strange, confused look and my face heated up almost instantly. I hurried past them, ducking my head down and looking away.
Great, just friggin' great. I've been here all of about ten minutes and I've already managed to somehow ruin any chance of me becoming popular. Okay, maybe I was over exaggerating. But, people thinking I was some kind of freak was worst case scenario. Wow, I'm a freak. Fantastic way to start your first day, Abbs.
I had been sitting in the office for about half an hour already. The first period bell had since rang and the teenagers hurried off to their classes.
"Ms. Whittemore." A voice called from the door that had all of the sudden opened in front of me, it was the door that had led into the office. The voice was both warm and welcoming, but unfamiliar to me. A sense of confusion washed over me. How'd he know my last name, already? When I caught full sight of him, my question was answered. He had to be the principal, he was all dressed up, and he'd already had a girl standing behind him. She looked about my age, and by the look on her face she was uncomfortable. I guess she was nervous, I was probably just as equally nervous as well. She had a tight grip on the strap of her over the shoulder bag. One that was turning her knuckled white. Yeah, she was definitely nervous, or worried about something.
"Oh, you look just like your brother. A splitting image." He chuckled.
I laughed and stood up, "We are twins, sir."
He nodded his head, "Abigail, Allison." A lady from behind the desk called our names as she scurried over to us. She handed us both a piece of paper. Most likely our schedules. I took it and folded it up and shoved it into my pocket. Allison slipped it into her zipper pocket on her leather jacket.
"Well, Abigail," He looked at the girl behind him, "Allison."
The girl. Allison. She smiled sweetly, showing off her dimples, and I smiled back.
"Let's get you girls to class. I've kept you long enough."
After about fifteen minutes of the principal showing and explaining to us what and where things were, we'd made it to our first period class. It was probably already half over. I pulled my schedule out and looked at it. Economic, Mr. Finstock it read. I huffed out a long breath as the principal opened the door, interrupting the class. Soon, all eyes were on Allison and I.
I spotted Jackson and sighed internally. Relief washed over me. Allison still looked tense, her smile a little forced. I nudged her with my hip a little, and she looked down at me, I was shorter than her, but only by a few inches. I gave her a hopeful smile and went back to staring at the students. The two boys I saw outside were in here too, along with Danny. Jackson's best friend. I'd met him numerous times and he was probably one of the most honest guys I've hung out with. I could talk about almost anything with him. I preferred talking to him more than Jackson.
"Class, " The principal announced, bring my attention back to the class, "This is Allison Argent and Abigail Whittemore." He said, gesturing towards us. I cringed when he'd said my last name. Because as soon as he said it, hushed whispers filled the classroom as they stole glances back and forth at Jackson and I. "Please do your best to make them feel welcome." He shared a few accusing glances at some students before leaving the classroom.
"Okay," The loudness and roughness of the teachers voice shocked me a little, "Just, take whatever seat you find that's open." I looked over and saw the seat in front of Jackson was empty, which also happened to be the seat behind Danny. I hurried over to the desk and slid into it without a word. Jackson leaned forward in his seat and started to say something. But, I pushed his head back with the palm of my hand, interrupting him.
"God, Abby. What's up with you?" He asked, fixing his already perfect hair.
"You left me, Asswipe. I didn't know where to go. You better thank god I found my way to the office." I stared at him with an icy glare, my blue eyes staring back at his. The guys I'd seen outside were staring at us, well me. Again. It was becoming annoying.
"Do you have a staring problem or am I just that hot that you can't keep your eyes off of me?" I asked in half pissed off, sarcastic tone. They both cleared their throats and turned back in there seats and I did the same. I smirked a little to myself, and looked over to my right a bit. I saw Allison take her seat behind the shaggy haired guy. He handed her a pen and she smiled. If anyone would have been that nice to me on any of my first days, I'd melt. I'd melt into a big puddle of goo, from the pure kindness and caring someone had showed me. I tapped my pencil on the side of the desk and rested my head in my hands as I listened to the teacher.
I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder and almost tried to throw it off until I realized it was Danny, I quickly wrapped my arms around him and he enveloped me into one of his infamous bear hugs. Danny was always so warm. Calm, also. I'd never seen him angry before. Not once in a fight either.
"Hey!" I greeted him cheerfully as we walked to my newly assigned locker. Jackson walked over with a girl, Lydia. Or so I assumed. I'd never met her in person. But, believe me she was definitely not ugly.
Lydia held her arms out, most likely expecting a hug. "I'm Lydia, Jackson's girlfriend." She smiled, it seemed fake, at least in my opinion. Like she was putting on a front. But, why? It's not like I was gonna steal her boyfriend. I mean, he's my brother for Christ sakes. "It's nice to finally meet you." I said through a forced smile, I felt Danny squeeze my shoulder gently, and I looked over at him, both of us sharing a laugh.
Allison walked over a few seconds later, "Oh, hey." Lydia greeted the girl. I stared at the two for a few seconds. "So, I'm guessing you two have already met?" I asked.
Allison nodded gently, and pulled her scarf down a little. I saw her steal a few glances to the left of me. The boy, who's name I hadn't been told, not yet at least. He was staring at Allison. He looked just like Jackson did when he talked about Lydia.
"Looks like he's major crushing you." I nudged her shoulder pointing indirectly towards the boy. Allison blushed a little and looked over at him quickly before turning back to our group.
"So, Jackson's having a party tomorrow night. Can you come?" Lydia asked, while Jackson brushed hair behind her ear.
"Er, I -" Jackson quickly interrupted her, "But, she does have to come to the Lacrosse game beforehand."
"Lacrosse?" She asked, "What about football?"
"Football?" He asked, "Football?" He asked again, laughing this time, "Football's a joke here at Beacon Hills."
Lydia was getting impatient, so she interfered, "So can you come?" She asked, hopeful.
"Um, I kind of have family night, tomorrow." Allison told her. Lie, I suspected. I'd lie to.
Lydia sighed, "Well, at least come to Lacrosse practice with me?"
Allison resisted, "I kind of have this -"
"Great! Let's go." Lydia smiled, pulling Allison along. I saw Allison tuck a hair behind her ear as she stole a glance back at the boy.
"For god sakes," I was getting irritated not knowing this boy's name. He'd been gawking at Allison and I most of the morning, along with his friend. Danny looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. "What are their names? It's annoying the hell out of me."
Danny furrowed his brow, "Actually. I'm not really sure." He shrugged, and pulled me along, "Just find out yourself. Make friends." He smiled.
I walked Danny over to the boys locker room, by the lacrosse field. He was talking some nonsense about tryouts and knowing he'd make first line. Things I'd heard from Jackson plenty. If coach thought you were good enough, and you wouldn't embarrass the whole team while playing, you were a first liner. Wow. I've been spending way to much time talking to Jackson. The more time he spent talking to me about lacrosse the more of a lax head I was becoming. Danny gave me a quick hug before heading inside and I then headed to the end, and pushed one of the double doors open. I fell to the ground almost instantly when I felt a body press against mine. I groaned in pain as I hit my head.
"Watch where you're going, asswipe." I said through clenched teeth. The weight above me lifted after a few seconds, and I opened my eyes, which I had been squeezing closed, tightly without realizing it. I looked up to see the two boys from earlier staring down at me. The one with a buzz cut was holding his hand out. I hesitated on whether I should pull him down again, hard and make his head hit the concrete just like mine had. But, I just grinned politely, and took his hand as he helped me up.
"I'm really sorry." He apologized, "I-I wasn't watching were I was going and I, uh," The words came out to fast and jumbled, he chuckled softly and held his hand out again, this time wanting a hand shake, apparently, "I'm Stiles, uh, hi."
I reached forward to grab his hand and squeezed it with more force than should've been allowed. His face cringed a little, "And, I'm Abby. Just watch where you're going next time. Freak." I glared at both of the boys before letting his hand go and bumping hard into both of their shoulders as I walked past them and outside.
"Hmm, who's that?" Allison hummed gleefully and looked over at Lydia.
"I'm not sure who that is?" Lydia answered, her voice told me that she was barely even listening to Allison. It was a little weary, like she was busy with something else. She obviously was. She stared intently at her boyfriend as he rushed down the field and through the ball into the net.
I crossed my legs and watched the boys as they continued to play. "He keeps staring over here." I said, and Allison looked over at me, a small smile appeared on her face. "He seems really sweet, though."
I laughed sarcastically, "Because he gave you a pen?" I asked.
"No," She quickly replied, "He's just one of those guys, Jackson seems like one of those guys that can be a real ass. But, him. He's different."
I nodded my head, half listening as I watched the boys. One of them was sitting on a bench, and had been for the last twenty minutes. It was Stiles, the odd one that had practically run me over in the locker room. He tapped his foot nervously, and chewed on the finger of one of his gloves stressfully. He look flustered, but I didn't see any reason why he would be. Maybe he was nervous, but, I mean. He wasn't playing, at least not right now. I looked up to see one of the boys flip over a few of the players and throw the ball straight into the net. It was the boy, the boy that had been staring at Allison. The one Allison seemed so love struck with. She'd only known him for a day, less than a day actually. But, I guess love at first sight might be a real thing after all. I've never seen the term taken so literal though. The practice game soon ended and the boys hurried back to locker room, a smile plastered on a few of their faces. Clearly they'd made first line. I walked down the steps with Allison as Lydia ran over to Jackson
Jackson captured Lydia's lips in a quick kiss and she pulled back instantly, a disgusted look on her face. "Jackson, you're all gross and sweaty. You're gonna make me stink as well. Go shower before you touch me." The last part came out a little harsher than I knew she meant, but Jackson went on without a word.
Allison stumbled backwards into me and I caught her instantly, "Woah, Allison." I giggled, "You, alright?" I didn't get a reply. She was staring back at the boy, "Sorry, I didn't mean to," She interrupted him, "It-it's fine." And with that, I walked on back to the front of the school. I didn't need to wait around and watch the two stare at each other. It was like watching Jackson and Lydia make out, publicly. They'd done it countless times today at school and it wasn't appealing to me. Or anyone, really. Public PDA wasn't my thing. It grossed me out, and besides if I wanted to make out with a guy, I'd at least do it in private.
I stared around, looking for any sign of the Porsche. But, it was nowhere to be seen.
"Jackson!" I screamed in rage. Of course he forgot about me, I was left sitting on a bench outside the school with no ride home. No cars were sitting in the parking lot, either. So I didn't have a plan B. I looked around, and groaned in frustration. I was going to have to walk home. I hated walking home. I was used to an air condition car everyday. But, no. I had to walk out in the cold, the bitter cold. I guess that's about the same as AC, right? No. What am I thinking? God, I need a car. A car of my own, so I don't have to constantly rely on someone. Maybe I'd just ask mom and dad, but they were never home so I never had time. I guess that's what I get for having busy, rich step parents. Nothing ever wants to go my way, ever.
After walking for about an hour, my feet were killing me. I slipped off my teal flats and shoved them into my big Coach purse that was hanging loosely on my shoulder. I was sweating, too. How? I have not the slightest clue. Maybe because I'd been walking for the past hour without stopping, I was short of breath and I just wanted to sit down. My side was killing me and I swear I could collapse at any moment. Fortunately, the wind was blowing and the cool air felt good against my face and neck. I stopped when I reached the stop sign and rubbed the back of my neck and looked around. Was I lost? There were just trees and lots of green ahead of me. I didn't see my house. Believe me, I would be able to see my house from blocks away. It was always the biggest house on the block. I felt fatigued and I gripped onto the metal pole, laying my forehead against the cool metal. "God, how could I get lost?" I mumbled quietly, slowing my breaths. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, hoping that would make me feel better. But, unfortunately it did no good. I got to dizzy and began to lose my balance. Soon I found myself on the floor, and my vision went away, eventually turning black.
I awoke suddenly when I heard a man clear his throat. Big, warm arms were wrapped around my body, holding me bridal style, but my neck was held dangerously close to his. I felt a slight hint of stubble brush against my forehead. The rocking from the motion of walking was soothing me, it almost put me to sleep.
"Who- Who are you?" I asked, to weak to struggle or break free from the stranger. I mean he was trying to help me. At least I think he was.
"That's not important, I'm just going to get you home. Go back to sleep." The voice was surprisingly deep, but soft. I hadn't seen much of the mans face and I didn't really care at this moment. I soon gave back into sleep, the rocking soothing me.
I found myself laying in bed, my window ajar. The man had apparently brought me through my window. Smart, but surprising. How the hell did he get me up here in the first place. It was on the second floor of the house, but I guess it was the only way he wouldn't get attacked by Jackson. Jackson would jump any guy that touched me, other than him. I guess that's how brothers are supposed to act, right? God, it was annoying sometimes.
I was to weak to move, maybe even too weak to stand. I'd better not test it. I felt a soft knock on my door, and strawberry blonde curls fell to the side, peaking through my door. "Oh, she's home Jackson!" Lydia yelled, and I cringed. "Lydia, please. Not so loud."
"Sorry." She mumbled and made her way over to my bed, "You feeling okay? You're looking a little green." She laughed softly. I hurried a loud footsteps run up the stairs and my door was thrown open.
"Abby! Abby? Oh, thank god you're okay." He said in a rush, I grabbed one of the pillows beside me and threw it at him. It hit him right in the stomach, I suppressed my laughs.
"You left me, Jackson. How the hell could you forget I was still at school?" I asked, holding my forehead.
"I- I was so caught up with Lydia, I guess I forgot." He shrugged, trying not to make me angry.
"Forgot? Jackson, seriously!" I yelled, "Just get me something to drink. I think I'm dehydrated."
Jackson didn't question me and hurried downstairs. Lydia looked over at me, "I guess this was my fault." I looked at her, my face emotionless, "It happens, I guess. Just don't make him forget next time. I mean, he's who I have to rely on for a ride. I don't have a car, and I don't think my step parents will be giving me one anytime soon." Lydia nodded and stood up as Jackson walked back into the room. He handed a glass of water and I glared at him.
"Go." I demanded, "Close my window, too. Along with the shades, and my door." I took a long sip of the glass of water.
"You're going to bed already?" Jackson asked.
"Yes, now just go. I've had enough of you for one day." I grumbled pulling the blanket over me.
He hurried over and kissed my forehead before leaving the room. I sat there, in the darkness. The quiet was beginning to creep up on me and gave me a slight uneasy feeling. I honestly hated the dark sometimes. I was alone, too. I shook the thought away and squeezed my eyes close. I listen to the faint ticking of the clock, hoping it would drive me to sleep. It soon did, and I slept the whole night through.
