Author's Note: Hey everyone! So I wrote this story a long time ago but I didn't update it for months. I got pretty far in this but I took it down because there were a lot of things that I needed to change. I hope you all enjoy this story.
(Starts from the beginning of season 2)
I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters except Liv Pierce.
Chapter One:
If there was one thing I had known was needed, it was a fresh start. I needed to start over without all the pain, without the hurt. Moving to Beacon Hills wasn't my first choice, but moving to California was. It's not like I was leaving anything behind, besides bad memories. Certain memories that still haunt me. But nothing could compare to my parents dying in a car accident while being in the car with them. It was a miracle that I even got out of the wrecked car. What's worse is that I'll never stop blaming myself for it. If I didn't go to a party that night, then they wouldn't have been driving to get me. If I didn't get pissed about my sister, Jess, bailing on me, then I would've stayed home. So, it was just me. The lonely 17 year old girl with no family, no friends, nothing. But that was my past life. Its time I start living a new one.
My eyes flung open to the sound of the ringing alarm clock. I reached my arm out and slammed my fist on the snooze button. Why was it so hard to get out of bed? I yanked the blanket off of me and jumped off the bed. My eyes were blurry with sleep as I stood up. I stumbled to the bathroom, still half asleep, and splashed my face with water to help wake me up. The water was cool and refreshing. I looked up in the mirror and stared back at the brown eyes. My hair caught my attention. It was an absolute mess.
"Yikes." I walked out of the bathroom and to my closet, pulling out a black leather jacket and a pair of black ankle boots. I yanked the jacket off the hanger and threw it on my bed. I walked to my dresser and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a red tank top. Quickly, I changed out of my sweats and put on the outfit. I headed over to the long mirror to make sure I looked decent. It needed something…a necklace. I grabbed the gold-layered necklace that hung from my vanity and clipped it on.
My outfit was set, but my hair and face were not. I walked back to the bathroom and turned on the curling iron. I started off with the first dark brown piece and finished within 10 minutes. I did my makeup quickly and ran out of my room and to the kitchen. I took a banana out of a bowl and grabbed my bag off the couch.
"Time for day two." I muttered to myself in an annoyed tone.
I stepped out of my car and locked it. I noticed the gorgeous Porsche parked next to me and felt a pang of jealousy for whoever had it. It's not like my car was bad. It was a black Mercedes that my sister left. I've just always admired Porsches.
I threw my books in my locker and grabbed a notebook for study hall. The thing I hated most about being a new student was the staring. Everywhere you go, there were eyes following you. It was like they have never seen a new person before. You get the judgy looks from the all too preppy girls and the creepy, trying to be seductive smiles, from the desperate horny guys. It would be a different person each time doing one or the other.
I continued to grab my books from the locker when my ears picked up on the whispering next to me.
"We need to find her." Someone said with concern in his voice.
"Stiles, I know. We will find her. Lydia is smart and whatever is happening to her, she'll break through." A different person spoke. I noticed he said Stiles. I've never heard of that name before. To be honest, I kind of liked it.
"Scott, the girl that I've had a crush on since the third grade somehow survived the bite and is running in the woods naked, probably losing her mind! I don't know how she's going to break through that."
Their conversation peaked my interest, so I shut my locker a little bit to see the two guys talking. When I looked, I met eyes with one of them. He was tan and had dark brown hair. He gave me a slight smile then continued to talk to his friend.
"We'll talk later." The brown-eyed boy walked away leaving the other one behind. His friend turned around and noticed me staring. He was pale and also had brown eyes.
"Sup?" He gave a small nod and grinned.
I shut my locker and faced him.
"You new? I haven't seen you around here before."
"Uh, yea I am. I'm Liv."
"Stiles. So where you heading right now?"
"Study hall."
"Cool. If you want, I mean I could walk you there."
I really didn't need him to. I knew exactly where it was, but I would've felt bad to say no.
"Sure." I gave him a smile.
"Yea? Alright, lets go."
During the walk together he had asked me a hundred questions about myself like 'where you from?' and 'why move here?' I didn't explain the whole story about my family though. Just that they passed and I live alone.
"Here we are." We froze in front of the class door.
"So… I'll see you around."
"Kay, thanks."
He gave me a smile as he turned around and walked off. My mind kept wondering back to their missing friend...Lydia. What happened to her? And why did Stiles say she 'somehow survived the bite?' That was weird. I hope they find her though if she's running around naked in the woods.
Study hall went by fast. I listened to music during the whole block, almost falling asleep. I kept thinking about Scott and Stiles conversation. The whole thing was just bugging me. I dropped it when I entered the cafeteria. Great, where was I going to sit? I didn't exactly have friends here yet. I noticed Stiles walking around a table with Scott. He looked up at me and smiled. He started to wave his hand at me, leading me to come over there. I hesitated for a second, but I didn't have another option. I walked over to him and saw Scott sitting with a pretty faced girl with dark wavy hair.
"You are going to sit with us today." Stiles said as he pulled out a chair for me. Gentleman, huh?
"Thanks." I sat down and Stiles sat on the seat next to me.
"Scott, Allison, this is Liv."
"Hi." I smiled.
"It's nice to meet you Liv." Allison smiled.
"Yea, you too." I smiled lightly back at her. Really hoping they don't mind I'm sitting with them for the day.
"Hey Allison, you're not alone anymore. Liv's seventeen too." Stiles said laughing. I swallowed hardly, my face burning. Scott started to laugh into his sleeve of his shirt. Allison looked at him.
"What's so funny?" She asked dropping her fork with a serious look on her face.
"Nothing. It's nothing." He put his head down and started to play with his water bottle.
"Ignore them." Allison smiled at me.
"It's okay. Last year, I missed the last half of the year because my parents passed away. So I moved here for a fresh start and I have to repeat the year, but its fine."
They all were dead silence. Way to break the ice Liv. Why the fuck do you keep telling people you don't even know about this?
"I'm so sorry. I can't imagine the pain you went through." Allison said.
"It was hard, especially when my sister left without a goodbye or anything. But, I pulled through and I'm okay now." Keep it up Liv.
They were still silent.
"I'm sorry. I've been here for two days and I drop a bombshell on you guys."
"You don't have to apologize." Scott said as he stopped playing with his water bottle.
"So… are they any stories that aren't depressing?" Stiles looked at us each.
"Unfortunately not."
"Same here. I have Kate's funeral later." Allison replied.
"You have a funeral to go to?" I asked. That sucks. I hope my story didn't make her feel worse.
"Yea, my aunts."
"Would that happen to be Kate Argent? I saw something about it in the newspaper."
"You read the newspaper?" Stiles asked with fries hanging out of his mouth. I let out a chuckle.
"Well no. I had one in front of my apartment door and it was on the front cover." All I read on the newspaper was 'arson conspiracy solved.'
"Yep. She's my aunt, or was my aunt. I'm sure you think I'm some freak now too, right?"
"Definitely not. You can't judge a person because of something one of their family members did."
"Thanks. But, a lot of people think I am. I hear people talking about me and there's going to be people taking pictures of my family later at the funeral."
"Who cares what other people think. You'll be fine. You just have to breathe and tune them all out."
"I try." Allison let out a little laugh.
I arrived at my apartment and dropped my bag on the couch. I was so exhausted. Today actually went by pretty fast. At least I made 3 friends, I think. I felt sorry for Allison though. I heard things in class about her aunt. She was right; it was hard to tune them out.
I walked to my room and quickly changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Once I was comfy, I hopped onto the couch and turned on the TV. I scrolled through the channels and saw that Charmed was on.
"Might as well."
I didn't even realize how tired I was. Maybe a nap would do some good.
Author's Note: Hey, so I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. If anyone can, please review. I would love to know what you all think.
Xo Xo
Morgan