Just Another Love Triangle
Summary: Basically new girl moves to Beacon hills. She ends up falling for Scott and Stiles, who both in turn fall for her. Who will she choose? And what secrets of her own does she have?
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf because as you can see I'm not on TV in a love triangle between Scott and Stiles. I also don't own The Vampire Diaries. Although I do own my OC - Ashmi Salvatore.
Pairings: Scott/OC/Stiles (Main) may contain some Erica/Isaac Lydia/Stiles and Scott/Allison. Further pairings may be added.
Rating: T, mostly for cursing and make-out scenes.
Chapter 1: The Juice Spiller is my Locker Room Buddy.
Its intimidating, but it shouldn't be. Because I should have it down by now, I mean I do it all the time. Everytime I get remotely settled, we move. It's becoming a pattern.
I'm Ashmi Salvatore and this is the story of just another teenager girl. Actually it starts off that way, but we both know, nothing stays normal in Beacon Hills.
I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring. I groan, realizing its morning already and therefore the first day of school. I had and wash and had to decide on my outfit.
I picked a simple shirt with my black skinny jeans, leather jacket and black high heels. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the hot red shirt that showed a bit of cleavage that Alyssa - one of my friends at my old school - had sent as a goodbye present. I sighed and started debating on whether I should wear it or not.
"Honey you're going to be late," Dad called out.
I rolled my eyes and shoved the red shirt and my black leather jacket into my black handbag.
"Bye," I called out before leaving. I didn't even bother to wait for a reply, he was probably already busy with work.
As I got into my black porsche I thought, "Damn I love this car!"
I arrived a school and started walking into the school when a boy ran into me spilling juice all over my white top.
"You idiot!" I hissed. "Sorry," he mumbled, but carried on running. "Jackass," I mumbled under my breath.
I looked down to see the huge orange stain on my white - well no so white anymore - shirt. "Shit," I cursed. "This is going to be a problem," I grumbled. 'Unless...' said a little voice in the back of my head.
I had no choice, I sighed and walked towards the closest bathroom. I slipped on my red top and my light make up was still applied to perfection. I smirked.
The bell rang and I hurried out of the bathroom. In the process of getting out I bumped into someone.
"I'm so sorry," I apologised, knowing it was my fault this time.
"Its fine," she said nervously and continued to walk inside the bathroom.
"Wait," I called out. She turned around. "I'm Ashmi," I said sticking my hand out for her to shake.
"Erica," she said and then looked at me confused, "But why are you talking to me? You look popular and pretty."
I smiled, "People aren't always what they seem." I took her hand gently and pulled her toward the mirror. She followed me curiously.
I applied some concealer and light make-up on her face. I took the belt from her waist -as it wasn't needed- and put it on her top. I opened her hair from the ponytail and ran my fingers through it. I stepped aside so she could admire herself in the mirror. "Wow," she breathed out.
Then realization hit her, "Oh no, I'm late!" "Relax, we'll just tell them you were helping me find my way," I replied with a smile. "Okay," she said returning my smile. We walked to our registration class together.
As we entered the class, the boys turned to stare. I rolled my eyes as they drooled. We quickly explain why we were late. Luckily Erica usually sat alone so I got the seat next to her.
My eyes roamed the room and I spotted the guy who spilled juice on me earlier. He was tan and definitely fit, not to mention hot. But I didn't like him! He is such a jerk!
There was another guy next to him. He had brown hair that looked like a lot of fun to run my fingers through. He was really hot too! Maybe he wasn't a jackass, oh a girl could hope!
Next period was with our registration teacher so he let us stay in our seats. We were sitting behind the juice-spiller and his friend.
"Everyone sitting in the first and third row turn to the person behind you," Our Teacher said.
Juice-spiller turned backwards and spotted me. His jaw dropped. "That person is your Lab partner and your project partner for this term. 'Great, just great' I thought sarcastically.
He handed out booklets with information about our projects and said we should arrange times with our partners to meet.
The bell rang and Erica showed me where my class was before leaving to her own. When I walked into the room there was only one seat left. Next to Juice-spiller's friend. I walked over to the seat and sat down next to him. He jumped up in surprised. I raised my eyebrow and his cheeks reddened. 'He's cute!' I thought, 'And so not a jerk!'
"Alright, well I don't feel like working. And considering this is the first day of school, you're not going to pay attention. So you guys can spend this lesson getting to know your partner." Mr McKillian said.
"Stiles I'm high, to nice you meet," he stuttered. I giggled. "I mean Hi I'm Stiles, nice to meet you," he choked out blushing once again.
"I'm Ashmi, still deciding whether it's nice to meet you or not," I winked to him.
He chuckled. We began talking and after a while we couldn't stop. We became great friends. We didn't even notice an hour had passed until the bell rang.
"Come sit by us at lunch," he smiled at me. "Oh, I don't know," I replied unsurely remembering the juice spiller, who courtesy of Stiles I found is actually named Scott.
"Come on," He said pulling the puppy dog eyes on me, knowing I couldn't resist those. "Okay," I agreed, "But I'm bringing Erica with me."
"Okay," He smiled, before winking, leaving me to find Erica. I spotted Erica in the crowd and waved to her to cath her attention. She spotted me and walked over with a bright and friendly smile on her face. "Let's get to lunch!" I grinned, locking her arm with mine as we strutted to the cafeteria. We got our plates and I gently pulled Erica towards Stiles's table. She looked at me questioningly. "He invited us," I supplied her with an answer.
Once we reached the table I sat next to Stiles who sat across from Scott. Allison sat next to Scott. Erica sat next to Scott and across from me. Lydia sat next to Stiles and across from Allison.
"Hi, I'm Allison. Are you guys new here?" She said sweetly.
Erica looked down, thinking it would be too much for someone like Allison to know her.
I glared at Allison. How could she not know Erica? They've had classes together since third grade.
I scoffed, still glaring daggers at her, "I am, but she - I point to Erica - has been in your class since third grade." (A/N: in this story Allison came to Beacon Hills in the third grade and her and Scott dated in the seventh and eighth grade but decided to call it quits - you'll find out more about that later ;)!)
She glared at me angrily and said, "Lydia, you wanted to speak about that thing, remember?"
"Oh yeah," Lydia replied getting the message Allison wanted to leave.
"Stillinski! Can you and Erica come quick, I need your help with something!" Coach shouted.
Stiles started apologising and Erica said a quick 'see you later' when the coach screamed, "NOW!"
They both quickly left, leaving only me and Scott at the table.
"Uh well," Scott tried to start a conversation. I glared at him.
"Look, I'm really sorry about your top, okay? Can we just start over?" he apologized.
My glare softened at the sincerity of his words. But then he had to continue putting his foot in his mouth. "Besides it's just a stupid shirt. It would so stupid to get mad over something like that," he rolled his eyes.
My glared harden once again and I was fuming. I got that shirt from someone very important to me that I would probably never get to see again! I stomped off without getting directions and somehow ended up in the boys locker room. Scott ran after me.
He open his mouth to say something. Then he heard something and said, "Shit, Professor Ed is coming. They have a strict no girls in the locker room policy and the only time Prof Ed takes it easy is when its some couple making out," He rambled.
I thought about what he said and as I heard Professor Ed approaching I grabbed Scott's face and pressed his lips to mine. And boy were they soft and so damn kissable! He was shocked at first, but then began kissing me back. He nibbled on my bottom lip and his tongue graced my teeth.
I ran my fingers through his hair and his hand found my waist while the other cupped my cheek.
We heard the Professor close the door and I broke the kiss - mostly because I needed oxygen and also because I realized he was a jackass.
"Wow," He said breathlessly. I dusted myself off and began to leave. "Wait," He tugged at my hand to stop me. "What was that?"
"That, " I paused as if I was explaining it to a child, "Was some good acting and improvisation, which got us to of some serious shit."
He looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. I raised my eyebrow, "You're the one that said he takes it easy on couples making out." I shrugged. He looked at me incrudelously, "So that was all acting?" I shrugged and hoped the blush didn't creep onto my cheeks. "Of course it was," I lied smoothly through my gritted teeth.
I quickly left the locker room hoping he couldn't hear my heart racing.
Author's Note: Please review if you like my story. I love hearing what people think. I don't mind constructive criticism but no flames please. And if you have any ideas for any of my stories, feel free to PM :)! P.S. I'm going to be reposting my stories on Wattpad as ScottSalvatore23 (the Author).
This chapter focused more on Scott/Ashmi but there will definitely be more Stiles/Ashmi. The story is set in Season 1, but it uses Season 4 Stiles because damn do I love his hair now ;)!
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