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"I think I'm gonna be sick." Franky Finstock groans into her hand, shooting a glare at the laughing girl beside her. "I'm not kidding, Vie." She can admit that her father is a very loud, very abrasive man but hearing her friend Vienna Hale wonder rhetorically if he is just as loud in bed well...It's nauseating. No teenager wants to listen to their friend ask about their dad's vocal range during sex. That's a huge no-no. Huge.

Vienna merely grins madly, icy blue eyes lit up with glee as she taps her pencil on an Econ syllabus. "I wasn't either." Ew.

The blonde haired girl gags, sinking further in her seat. God, why did she have to be friends with someone who wanted her dad?! Oh that's right, Vie is the only person in Beacon Hills willing to put up with her and her overbearing, over protective father. "I'm seriously questioning our friendship right now." Actually, Franky seriously questioned their friendship at least twice a day. Honestly, she still isn't sure how they make it work. Vienna is not a girl that is easy to put up with – but Franky guesses that's just a family trait. Vie's older brother Derek is the same. Scratch that, Derek might be worse but his hotness totally makes up for his piss poor personality. Not that Vienna isn't beautiful but... Anyways, back to the friendship. The two girls hadn't been friends for long. A month to be exact when they'd bumped into each other in the woods. It isn't long but considering the teens spend almost every waking moment together, Franky can probably consider Vie her best friend. And only friend. Who also for some screwed up reason has the hots for her father. If Derek only knew...

"Franklin Finstock!" Coach scowls from the front of the classroom, eyes narrowing at his disruptive daughter.

The teenager jumps at the use of her full name, cheeks coloring when her classmates snicker. She isn't sure if her fellow students think her masculine name is funny or if they laugh because she's related to Coach. Maybe because she's being called out by her dad. Probably all three. Bitterly she thinks her first day of senior year can't be going better. Yelled at by her dad in class and then laughed at by the other kids. She shouldn't be surprised though – her social life usually plummets when other kids find out she is the daughter of the spastic Coach Finstock.

A boy on the other side of the classroom, Jackson Whittemore, scoffs. "Franklin? Your real name is Franklin?" Obviously the question is directed to her, but her father doesn't hesitate in answering.

"Yeah, after the famous lacrosse player Franklin Wells." And oh god. Her dad is so proud and shameless too. Like naming his only child, his daughter, after a well known male lacrosse player is going to get him a father of the year award. Or respect from his lacrosse captain. Yeah, right. All it ever ends up doing is getting his daughter ridiculed.

There's more laughing now and Franky silently groans, head falling onto her desk with a soft thump. She's sure she's gonna die of embarrassment anytime now. Sparing a glance towards the front of the classroom through blonde bangs, as she tries to make herself as small as possible, she sees her dad glowering at Jackson now. Probably because her dad believes his stupid lacrosse captain is making fun of the player – not his daughter or his fantastic child naming ability.

She's correct when she hears, "Laugh again, Whittemore, and you'll be doing suicide runs at the beginning of practice! That goes for everybody!" The room instantly quiets. "That's what I thought. Laughter at Franklin Wells does not go unpunished." He stares down everyone in the class for a good solid forty five seconds before continuing on with his lesson.

Franky swears she can hear Jackson still laughing.

…...

"All I wanted was my first day of my last year of highschool, to be humiliating free. That's all I asked and I couldn't even get that." Franky bites bitterly, slamming her locker shut more forcefully than necessary. Ever since Econ this morning, kids – mostly Jackson – have decided to call her Franklin and make smart ass comments about her dad. However, the ridicule died down a bit when Vienna unabashedly chucked her Calculus textbook at Jackson's face from across the hallway. Franky can't help but grin at the auditory memory of Jackson's less than manly yelp when the book smashed into his nose. Ever since then, he's kept his distance from Vienna which since the Hale rarely leaves her side, means she's had no trouble from the lacrosse captain.

Leaning on a locker beside her, Vienna rolls her eyes and says dismissively, "Oh please. So people found out your real name, gimme a break. You're ten times hotter than these losers, if you wore that black dress tomorrow I guarantee every guy in the vicinity would forget your name is Franklin. Plus, I totally took care of Jackass Jackson for you." The raven haired girl smiles at the muttered that was the best thing I've ever seen in my life, before scanning the hallway for a certain lacrosse player. Not Jackson. School had let out about fifteen minutes ago and though there are a few straggles, none are Isaac Lahey. Slumping dejectedly, Vienna pushes herself off the locker to follow Franky down the hallway towards the front doors. "Do you need a ride home?"

"Nah, there's lacrosse practice after school, remember? If I don't show up to support my dad I'll never hear the end of it." That had been a deal made two weeks before lacrosse began. Since Franky Finstock is the least competitive and sporty person within a forty mile radius of Beacon Hills, her dad made her promise since she wouldn't play lacrosse she'd at least show up for every practice and game to support. An easy enough deal. It's not like she has a social life or something. Throwing over her shoulder, Franky asks, "Are you gonna stay then?" Just as soon as the question leaves her mouth, she stops in the middle of the hallway, almost causing a cursing Vie to slam into her back. A grinning Franky exclaims playfully, "Oh of course you are! Isaac will be there and-"

Bam!

Franky yelps as a muscled body slams into hers, sending her and her textbooks crashing to the floor. "Dammit!" Her elbow connects with the linoleum painfully, shooting a sharp pain up her arm. She swears she can hear her friend stifling laughter.

"Oh my god are- I'm so sorry!" The body on the floor beside her stumbles to their feet. Reaching out to help Franky to hers the person stutters. "I didn't even see...I'm so sorry!"

Gritting her teeth against pain and irritation, Franky begrudgingly accepts the hand offered. It isn't until she's literally face – to – face with the clumsy idiot that Franky realizes exactly who she's holding hands with. Blinking furiously, she can only gape at the boy. "Stiles?" oh god...She's pretty sure her face is now as red as his if Vienna's laughter is anything to go by. Quick as lightning she lets go of his hand and takes a step back, looking everywhere but the handsome boy in front of her. Ever since she first laid eyes on the kid, two months before she even started at Beacon Hills High during a lacrosse practice, she's been in love. And lord knows she's never been able to form coherent sentences around guys she likes. Not that there have been many considering her dad likes to scare them off...

Ok, maybe love is too strong a word but you get the point. Stiles is very aesthetically pleasing and despite the fact that the two have never even spoken (nonetheless made eye contact), from the bleachers during lacrosse her brown eyes always focus on the boy on the bench. From the way he enthusiastically cheers for his friends on the field, or how he can never truly sit still (ADD was a bitch), or when Franky sits exceptionally close to the bench she can see and hear Stiles true personality come through when he talks with his friends. Maybe it just is she finds it hilarious how Stiles seems to be the only lacrosse player to face off with her dad. Anyways...she might have gotten a little off track here. So yes, she might be a little obsessed with the Sheriff's son.

"Uhm, yeah! So...oh crap, lemme help you with that." From under her bangs, Franky catches Vienna mouthing 'meet you on the bleachers' before she hightails it out of the school, leaving Franky and Stiles awkwardly collecting textbooks off the floor. Clearing her throat, the girl wills herself to speak. Say anything.

After the last book is in Franky's arms, she exhales deeply, plastering on a brilliant smile that she hopes blinds the poor boy so he wont notice the heat on her cheeks. "Well...uh, I – I'm Franky." Conveniently leaving out her last name, she thrusts a free hand forward. "I'm a senior." Thankfully her voice doesn't waver. Surprisingly, she sounds wayy more confident than she feels.

And like a light bulb going off in his head, Stiles lights up. He shakes her hand enthusiastically. "That's why I've never seen you before! I'm Stiles... though it seems you already knew that." He grins, not looking the least bit creeped out that a girl he's never seen before knows his name. There's a short silence as Franky tries to think of an excuse as to why she knows his name but her brain fails her. She ends up just staring at the boy, wide eyed. "O-ok well Franky..." He scratches the back of his neck, eyes suddenly trained on his shoes. "Sorry for running into you." His cheeks flush again and she barely holds back a dreamy sigh. Aesthetically pleasing, even when embarrassed.

She squeezes her books closer to her chest and shakes her head, "Don't worry about it – I – I'm fine." The pain radiating in her arm says otherwise but she keeps her mouth shut. She's actually having a conversation with Stiles! Clearing her throat for a second time she begins, "Uhm, so I've seen you play lacrosse-"

Stiles suddenly jumps, eyes widening and mouth falling open in surprise. "Lacrosse! Aw crap, I'm late for practice." Fumbling, he starts to run towards the locker room before he realizes he's just rudely interrupted a (very hot) girl and is about to rudely leave her in the hallway. Cursing under his breath, because of course Coach is ruining his chance with this girl, he yells over his shoulder, "I gotta go! I'll see you around?" Without waiting for an answer, he continues towards the locker room, cursing the day he joined the stupid sport.

Franky deflates when Stiles is out of sight. "Well you couldn't have humiliated yourself more, Franky." She mutters to herself before physically shaking herself and heading to meet Vienna on the bleachers.

Next Time on The Darkness In Me :

"STILES IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ARM OFF MY DAUGHTER, I WILL BEAT IT OFF WITH YOUR LACROSSE STICK!"

Stiles jumps backwards at the threat, putting a few feet between the two before it finally registers what was actually said."Daughter? You're coach's daughter?!"