"You are so freakin' ugly."
"Wow, thanks a-lot, older brother; you're the best."
I watched the smirk grow on my brothers face while he drove. "I'm just protecting you; I have to remind you everyday so-"
"So I don't try to get a boyfriend, I know," I finshed for him. I've been getting reminded of how ugly I am ever since I started at Beacon Hills High and it's almost become a routine. I don't get how I'm so ugly if I look like my brother but there's some things you don't argue with, with him.
"Look, I'm just trying to save you from rejection."
"Sure you are, Stiles."
I notice Stiles turning into the parking lot of our school, and we sigh at the same time. Not only do I look like Stiles, I act just like him, too, even down to the way we dress. It's probably why I barely have friends now.
No, Stiles is definately why I don't have friends. I was just fourteen in the eigth grade when Stiles and his best friend, Scott- who's also like an older brother -dragged me into this world of the supernatural.
Scott is an Alpha werewolf; his girlfriend, Kira, is a fox with some electrical power stuff; Lydia, she's a Banshee; my brother just got over being possessed by an evil spirit; and his girlfriend, Malia, is a werewolf coyote.
Me? I'm just an awkward freshman girl who is tired as fuck because my idiotic brother and his girlfriend. I actually forgot about bringing it up at the breakfast table, but thinking about Malia reminded me.
"I know having a girlfriend is cool and all," I started, looking back at Stiles driving, "but our rooms are right next to eachother, and my brother having sex is not something I'm too fond of hearing."
Stiles inhaled but didn't speak. I kept my eyes trained on him as he ran his tongue over his lips and looked from left to right. Again Stiles sighed, and I couldn't help but laugh at him.
"I'm honestly sorry if I traumatized you. Like truly, truly sorry."
"It's okay; when I lose my virginity I'll just make sure to give all the bloody details."
Stiles gagged. "Don't make me kill you."
Again, I laughed at my sibling but this time, I put a hand out for us to do our goodbye hand shake since he was now parked in front of the freshman-sophmore entrance.
"Have a good day, love you," Stiles says as we finish. I give him a nod, then a hug before I get out of the car. Stiles backs up and turns towards the junior-senior entrance. Something makes me stay and watch him drive away instead of going inside of the school.
"Boo!" Somebody yells in my ear, and taps me roughly, making me jump and spin to face the idiot with a racing heart.
I'm able to sigh in relief and calm down when I see the person who scared me was just Hayden, a girl who's been my best friend since the third grade. She's standing there with her black hair in it's usual wavy style framing her smiling face.
"It's too early for heart attacks," I said, giving her my own smile. She came in for a hug that I happily accepted.
The girl has been my friend from the time we were both in the hopsital, our rooms right next door from eachother while we were being prepped, and recovering from transplant surgeries at the same time.
After the hug, the two of us began to walk towards the school entrance where we would go to our shared homeroom.
"Were you and Stiles wearing matching shirts?" Hayden asked, using the back of her knuckles to tap my arm.
"Half of both of our wardrobes are plaid shirts and I didn't plan it."
"Kind of sibling goals."
I gave her a fake gag just as we walked into our homeroom and her response was an immediate frown. What the hell? I kept my eyes trained on the side of her face, now contorted in confusion.
"Look," she said, nodding at our seats. When I did what she said, I saw two people sitting in the lab table we shared. "That's-"
I cut her off, already knowing the answer, "Liam Dunbar."
The story of Liam Dunbar, Hayden and I dates back to the sixth grade; my first ever suspension, my first ever fight, and my first ever black eye.
Liam Dunbar was fighting, my best friend thought she could be a savior of some sort and went to break it up, but that resulted in her being elbowed in her newly developing breasts we were so excited for. It made me way too angry, and I punched him in his nose for her, which got me my own punch in the eye and that made Hayden angry enough to punch Liam again in the nose, breaking it.
It was teamwork but Liam and I were the only two with bruises and very awkward yearbook photos. My brother and my father were furious; I kind of got a kick out of it.
"He's in our seats," Hayden pointed out the obvious, glancing at me as if she was waiting for what I should do. Liam had gotten cute; he had an adorable baby face complete with baby blue eyes and rosy plump lips.
Someone bumping into me from behind reminded me of how long we had been standing in the door way, and I grabbed Hayden's arm and pulled her forward. We had no choice but to sit in seats that weren't next to eachother; two people were inbetween us.
I couldn't help glancing back at Liam, and as soon as I did, my own emerald eyes connected with a pair of glacial blue eyes. My pounding heart had to be audible to him. I wasn't even sure why I felt so nervous but I didn't like it.
I cringed when I noticed how sweaty my palms were, and turned in my seat to face the board. My favorite time of the day; learning time!
Not really. I think I stay in shape only because of the amount of walking I do from class to class. I have Hayden at least; but she talks my ear off no matter what. I love her though.
"So you gonna go for Soccer?" Hayden asked as strolled down the hall to the cafeteria because it was now time for lunch.
"I don't know. I kind of wanna do varsity cheerleading."
"How can you go from volleyball, baseball, and soccer to cheerleading ?" Hayden asked, giving me a head tilt and face full of confusion.
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes at my friend. "With cheerleading I can be at all my brothers games, and I can still play soccer. And I'm never giving up softball, you know this. Stop acting like I'm your only friend on the team."
"You're my only friend in general. You're doing too much between the swimming, softball, tutoring, volleyball, soccer, and now cheer? I think you should relax. " Hayden said matter-of-factly. We walked through the open doors of the cafeteria and skipped straight over to the line like the hungry hippos we were.
Actually, Hayden was super compact and tall, standing at 5'7, four inches taller than me. I think I have more of a pear shape; a small chest but wide at the bottom, due to volleyball. My body and my face doesn't matter, because Stiles, my dad, and Scott don't allow males to come in contact with me and I don't think they will until I'm at least thirty years old.
"I'm thinking about the future."
"You have three more years."
"They start to look at you with the PSAT. If I do good at the PSAT then they're gonna look at me all-together and see I've been doing shit since I got here."
"Stop being so Fran-"
"Don't!" I shouted, cutting her off before she said the bullshit that I just knew she would say.
"Baby!" Someone shouting my name makes me spin on my heels, searching for the foreign voice. It's Liam, standing behind me in line with his friend Mason standing behing him.
Liam wasn't tall, and our eyes were leveled, which didn't help my steadily increasing heart rate. I CAN'T HELP IT! HE'S CUTE, OKAY!
"Y-yeah?" Nice going. Of course I would stutter.
"Uhhh, I actually don't know. I just wan-"
"To waste our time? Get lost, Dunbar. I want to get and eat our food in peace," Hayden said while moving inbetween Liam and I and grabbing food off of the counter.
I couldn't help but giggle at both Liam's eye roll and Hayden's anger. She really knows how to hold a grudge.
I followed Hayden, grabbing lunch as well. We made our way outside, where we always ate in order to escape how loud the cafeteria was.
"He's so annoying," Hayden said as we sat down, her nose crinkled with disgust. Once again. I laughed at her and in return I got a beaming smile.
"You like him?" I asked, leaning in and cocking my head up at her. Her mouth twitched but she kept a straight face. I could tell she was trying to hide some emotion.
"Ew, no!"
"He did get cute!"
"You disgust me! Just as much as he does." Hayden rolled her eyes at me, making another laugh pour out of my mouth. She is way too dramatic. It is just Liam Dunbar. It was three years ago.
Well that isn't too long but he got cute. That's pretty much all that matters is he got cute. To a teenage girl like me.
"Your brother is being weird again."
I look up right away, searching for my brother in the crowds of people walking around the courtyard. I see the blue plaid shirt connected to an excited body, jumping up and down and waving at me. Stiles was wearing the brightest smile that of course made my own smile appear.
Scott was standing next to him, his own tiny smile plastered across his face towards me.
"Hold on," I said to Hayden, "I'll be right back."
Stiles engulfed me into a hug as soon as I came over, as if he didn't see me three periods ago. Scott gave me a hug right after. I felt like something was up.
"What do you two want?"
"Baby sister, you are so smart," Stiles purred, flashing me a wide smile.
"I know," I responded with an eye roll and an arm fold. Compliments? From Stiles? I'm neither Lydia or Malia, so he definately wanted something.
"And you're always trying to do extra work," Scott said in a similiar tone to my brothers, giving me his stupid big brown puppy dog eyes.
"What do you want?!" I repeated a little more aggressively, looking between my two boys.
"Scott kind of didn't finish a few pages of his summer math pamphlet that he promised he'd turn in at the end of the day-"
"You're really good at math and I have lacrosse later, there's no way I can finish it and go to lacrosse try outs, I'm trying to make team captain again."
"What does Baby have to do with this? I'm not finishing it for you; I have cheer tryouts, too."
The wide eyed gapes from my brothers is hilarious. Stiles begins to wag his finger, "nononononononono."
"Uh, yes. It's an extra curriculur activity that opens up more opportunities. College is right around the corner!" I give them both my award winning smile, chinky eyes and all.
"You're a freshman," Scott says with an eye roll that is not helping his case whatsoever.
"Does that mean I have to spend it like an idiot? Scott could've signed up for the tutoring program I'm in, I would've helped then. You can ask Kira or Lydia."
"They have lives."
I think they forgot who's help they're asking for. I may be a slightly impressionable freshman but I'm not going to just be doing junior work. I should report them for bullying.
A loud ringing signifies the end of lunch, and I glance back at my table where Hayden is buried into her phone and my tray is still full, sandwhich not even open. I was actually hungry and today they had potato wedges; those are the best things on Earth.
"Fuck off!" Before I can take three full steps, I get yanked by my shirt, my 5'3 frame falling into the 5'11 giant that is Stiles.
"I'll tell dad about the...thing." He fold his arms across his chest as if he has got a victory. There is too many things that he can tell on me about.
I can almost hear the old western music, and see a tumbleweed in the distance as I mimick my brothers stance, narrowing my eyes in preparation for this duel.
"What thing?"
"The thing."
"I have things on you."
"But not this thing."
"I have things that can get Scott banned for like a week."
"Hayden?"
"Her sister just became a deputy; dad wouldn't believe anything you've got on Hayden and I."
"What if you were drinking at fourteen?"
"And you brought me to the party and let me?"
A moment of silence.
Stiles throws his hands up and turns to Scott, "I've got nothing. Short people are so mean."
Scott turns to me to try his luck. Those big brown eyes get sad and he tilts his head as he speaks, "Please, B."
I don't want to give in but I don't want to be a bitch. I'm above pace in all of my classes and I know I can fit in this packet because I have English next period.
"I'll ask Hayden." I won't. I snatch the packet out of his hand and spin on my heel. I can hear his thank yous but I'm annoyed by it so I don't turn back.
Hayden is waiting for me with a smirk. The late bell has already rung, so there's no rush as I open the container my sandwhich comes in and start shoving wedges inside of it. The ones that don't fit, I greedily scarf down.
I have a granola and a yogurt that I have to eat right now in order to sustain my hunger so Hayden carries my bag as we walk through the halls to the freshman wing.
"So? What happened?" She asks.
"Doing Scott's homework. If I don't, they wont give him full credit for the class, it was due first quarter and we're going into the third."
"What is it?"
"Algebra 2, duh. Did it look like bullying?"
"In a way. Everyone knows Stiles is your brother, though. You guys look just alike; beauty marks and all."
"I know. Family can still be reported for bullying, right?" Hayden laughs at my comment, even though I am being very serious. A bite of the granola bar sends a wave of crumbs into my bra where they attack my small chest. I leave them there because I'd rather not walk into class fixing my bra.
I have the strictest teacher on Earth this period. I walked Hayden to class, making me even more late. Therefore, as soon as my foot crossed the threshold, I was bombarded with an ambush of words, "Late? Again? And how dare you casually waltz into my class eating? I wish I could say I expect more from you. Let me check how many tardies...five!"
"Are you going to do something about it?" Whoops. That didn't come out how it was supposed to.
"Is that a challenge? How about the Recomittment room, Stillinski? Is that good enough?"
Well shit.
The recomittment room is a place that they just put into the freshman-sophmore side of the school, and they send us there when we aren't preforming well during a period and need a place to sit, do our work, and comitt to bettering ourselves and a whole bunch of other spiritual bullshit.
Kids basically get in trouble on purpose or just walk out and lounge in there, finishing work or hanging out with their friends because the teacher is literally ALWAYS sleep or too focused on his solitaire game.
I try to stay away from the room and the people who like to put themselves in there yet here I am. My nerves were kicking in; I hate walking into rooms full of people. Just to be sure who was in there so I could make a game plan, I stood on the tips of my toes and peeked into the room.
The teacher was asleep, as suspected, and there was two boys in the room, both looking down at papers. It was weird to see people doing their work in this room, but maybe it would provide as a distraction for when I walked in. I hate being looked at.
After a deep, calming breath, I twisted the knob and pushed the door open with a pounding heart. To my extremely extreme dismay, the two boys in the room looked back right at me.
I rushed to the front desk and signed my name on the clipboard. Now to turn around..
Liam. We locked eyes first. He was holding a pencil and in the middle of bubbling in an answer on a scan sheet. I hate when he looks me in the eyes. I need to move.
He looked at the seat next to him and pushed it with his foot like he wanted me to sit there. A small Hayden and Stiles were like on my shoulders, both telling me I better not sit next to Liam. I walked across the room and sat in the far corner. I could feel his eyes following me but I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.
Once I was in my seat, I took out Scott's packet and scanned the work he had done so far. It was Algebra 2, which is what I was currently taking even though it's technically for Juniors. Geometry is for sophmores but I finished that in the first quarter, and they moved me too algebra 2. As a freshman, I should be doing Algebra one but I'm shooting for the stars, and hopefully I can take pre-calc as a Sophmore.
Call me an overachiever.
Sports and School were my thing; people were not. My brothers friends became my friends by default and Hayden is the only person who likes me by choice.
"Baby." It was Liam, of course. I usually don't mind people calling me by my nickname; my brother gave it to me and I hate my real name, but Liam calling me 'Baby' felt weird. Most boys call me 'B', but he just doesn't care.
I don't look up and instead get to work on erasing enough of Scott's wrong answers to where he would get the majority right. I don't think he's dumb, but more distracted.
"Baby!" Speaking of disractionsssssssss.
"What, Liam?" I glanced to where he was sitting with my anti-social bitch face.
He smiled upon eye contact like it was exactly what he was waiting for. "I been wanting to talk to you. And Hayden. She's a tougher and much meaner nut to crack."
"Insulting my friend won't get you on my good side." I went back to the work.
"We're going to be seeing eachother everyday now, and afterschool, with your brother and all. I don't want things to be awkward-"
"Why would things be awkward?" I snapped, shooting my eyes at him with a menacing look. I hope. My bitch face is hard to muster when I'm looking at him. He got cute!
"The fight. I never apologized and now I go to school here; seventh and eigth grade was bad enough.'
Hayden and I did kind of make his life hell during middle school. The memories of us pissing him off made me chuckle, and Liam joined in a second after like he knew why I was laughing.
"You're thinking about all the shit you guys did, huh?" Liam said through his giggles, which were really girlish with only a hint of manliness.
I nodded, covering my mouth to hold back the disgusting snort that always comes when I laugh too hard. There were so many things that Hayden and I did to Liam during middle school, we were such bullies but we hold the grudge.
"Remember the tampons?" Liam asked through his laugh, his hand traveling down to hold his stomach.
"I had just started my period and my dad had bought so many different products; I was terrified of the tampons."
"Who's idea was it to put them in my locker?"
"We watched Carrie," I answered, still laughing. It really didn't make sense that we were holding the grudge. I wasn't going to be his friend, but sharing a laugh was fineeeeeee relaxxxxx.
"What's all the letters and numbers?" Liam had finished laughing and was looking at Scott's packet in front of me.
"Algebra two, duh."
"I'm still in algebra one," he said, scratching at his short brown hair. I watched his muscles underneath the tight grey shirt he had on as they flexed with his movements. He's in greatttttt shape.
"I know; most freshman are. Math and science are my only advanced classes which is why you barely see me during the day." I'm giving too much information.
"What classes do you have?" Why must he keep trying to hold a conversation.
"Algebra two, biology, world history, english one, ceramics, theatre, and photoraphy," I said, giving him a finishing nod at the end of my sentence.
"You can do like everything. You're a genius, you play a bunch of sports, and you're good at art. What is in your genes?"
"My brother is bad at everything so maybe the talent skipped him. I would say he got the people skills but I would be lying. I"m not a genius, either."
Liam gave a short, dry chuckle that made me roll my eyes. I hate when people make me seem perfect; I hate when they make judgements about me all together.
"The genius has to get back to this packet so I'm not stuck doing it between cheer tryouts." I turned back to the work and finished erasing Scott's simple mistakes.
"Ew."
"Ew?" I stopped again and forced myself to look into his eyes. I just noticed how comfortable I had gotten looking at him, my heart was steady and my hands were not sweaty anymore.
"Cheering. Why? That's not you."
"You don't know me," I snapped coldly. Another assumption.
"I know you're not like the cheerleaders on the team already."
He's right about that part. I'm not sure why I was really attracting to cheerleading because I would definately not fit in. It was there and I wanted it. I don't know if I was appealed to cheering or if the appeal of cheering was appealing to me. Is Liam really making me second guess my decisions?
"You should probalbly finish that test."
"I should. It's mandatory if I wanna play lacrosse." He got up and sauntered to his old seat across the room. I went back to my work, too. Math relieves my annoyance. And now I've gotta see him at lacrosse tryouts when I'm trying to watch my brother.
Ew.
I feel like all my teen wolf characters so far are Mary Sue, so I'm actually gonna give her a backstory. Stephanie is definately mary sue; she's smart, nice, and plays sports so I'm gonna brainstorm what makes her different. Jocelyn is smart and is good with her weapons and whatnot, but she's like that mean character that pretends to hate you but actually loves everyone. She's me.
I hate first chapters but two revirews and I'll continue1!111111!111!1