Heya. This is my first Teen Wolf fanfic. Don't worry I'm still doing my NATM and TBR fanfics. This is just if I put my OC in season 2 of Teen Wolf. Enjoy and no flames.
There's also abit of Irish In this but the OC explains it. She won't in the next chapters so they will be in Italics.
Summary: Moxie Mars Moves to Becon Hills with her Foster mother and foster sister. Moxie's a witch who finds controling her magic at times a struggle. Especially when Jackson starts showing true affections for her and Derek being even weirder than normal around her. But on top of being a witch she finds she's half something else. Will any of her Becon Hill friends be able to help her as she can help them? Will she find out what else she is? Will she finally fall in love with Jackson? Will Isaac have something to say about it?
Chapter 1 -
Leave Me Out With The Waste.
Sighing I take in the new school looming infront of me as I walk up to it and its front doors. Students walking by barely take a second glance at me. Just what I wanted. I push some loose hair from my eyes and walk through the front doors. The nerves in my stomach making me feel sick. I hate when this happens, I'm more prone to exposing my magic here.
I soon find my way to the office. The lady behind the desk smiles warmily at me. Its oddly comforting me.
"Hello, I'm Moxie Mars" I introduce myself to her "I was told to see the princable first thing this morning"
"He'll be with you in a moment dear, take a seat there outside his office, he's with another student at the moment"
I smile and nod. I take a seat in one of the three blue uncomfortable plastic chairs, lined up outside the principle's office.
/
'Just go in' I yell at myself in my head as I stand outside the classroom door clencing my fists. I knock before entering. The women teaching the class smiles at me.
"You must be Moxie, our new student"
I smile and nod.
"That's me"
"I'm Mrs Robins, welcome to my English class Miss Mars.. Please take a seat there infront of Mr Whittlemoore"
I nod and sit infront of him. The mood suddenly changes from wonder to angry and fear.
His stare is the most uncomforting, almost like he wants me to feel uncomfortable. My eyes only lock with his for a moment but I already feel a strange connection to him. Wiping some hair from my eyes I try concentrate on the rest of the English lesson.
/
I pack up my things and head to lunch. The school's cafatira is packed, luckily I brought a lunch with me. I grab an apple from my locker and start getting ready for my next classes.
"Hi" a voice calls from behind me.
I turn around to a girl with black long curly hair, blue eyes, a heart shaped face and pale skin smiling at me holding the hand of a boy with brown wavy hair and brown eyes. Another boy with dark hair and green eyes stares at me. I smile and shut my locker.
"Hi"
"I'm Allison Argent, this is my boyfriend Scott McCall and Stiles."
The boys nod and Stiles smiles at me.
"Your new here right?" He asks.
"Yeah, just moved in from Ireland"
"Oh how're you finding America?"
"Its.. Different, very different.. I'm not used to it"
"Do you want to have lunch with us? Where going to just hang around the front of the school"
"Yeah alright" I say and sling my bag over my shoulder.
We walk outside the school and sit down at the steps.
I see the guy from ealier who made me uncomfortable in English.
"Who's that?" I say nodding over to him.
"Jackson Whittemore, he was captain of the lasscross team"
"Ooh"
"Do you play any sports..." Scott trails off to find out my name.
"Moxie, I'm Moxie Mars" I say alittle embrassed that I never told them that. "And yeah I play Gaelic, Rugby and Camoige"
"I've never played those sports" Scott says.
"I've never even heard of those sports before" Stiles says looking at his sandwhich.
"There an maith, I'll show you how to play them if you want?"
"That'll be cool" Allison says smiling.
"What's an maith?" Styles says trying to word the words properly.
"Go mo leis gale?"
"Excuse me?"
"Its Irish for excuse me, go mo leis gale, excuse me"
"Oh and an maith?"
"An maith is irish for very good"
"Wow.. I thought they spoke English in Ireland"
"Well we do but Irish is the native tanga"
Stiles raises his eyes smiling.
"It means language" I say smiling back.
"Oh"
"How come you moved here Moxie?"
"My ehh foster family decided to foster me from Ireland, they had me move over here"
"What happened to your parents"
"My ma died in child birth and nobody knew who my father was, I was raised in care"
"Harsh"
"Your telling me"
"So what's the difference from America to Ireland"
"Well first of all the weather, its bancherach in Ireland, that means bad, like its always raining in Ireland. Second the way ye speak, no offence but it sounds funny to me. The way you say Ireland annoys me though"
"What how?" Scott asks raising an eyebrow.
"Well you say it like eye-er-land when its are-land"
"Are-land?" Allison says prononcing it right.
"Sin e!" I say smiling.
"I think that means that's it?"
"Sa"
"What?"
"That means yes"
"Oh god, this is going to be hard" Stiles says laughing and shaking his head.
"And there's a lot more werewolfs around"
Stiles nearly chokes to death on his sandwhich.
"How'd you.." Scott starts but I interupt him.
"I'm a Witch, I can sense your a Werewolf"
"How come I can't sense your not human?"
"I don't know, you should but I guess I'm the exception"
"The only exception" sings Stiles off beat randomly.
Laughing at Stiles I feel happy, finally fitting in to this really weird world I'm not used too yet.
/
"To the office now Miss Mars!" Mrs Anderson says angrily.
Still laughing at my prank with the rest of the class, I walk out of the classroom and try to find my way to the princables office. There's the sound of rushing feet as someone runs by me. Its Jackson. I follow him. He looked really scared. I get that feeling I got when I sat infront of him again. I open the door to the boys bathroom, peeking my head through. Jackson stands up agaisnt the bathroom sink. Infront of him is a man with black hair, green eyes, pale skin and a stubble face.
"Your looking a little pale there Jackson, feelin okay?"
The man pushes Jacksons shoulder softly. Jackson looks scared.
"Never better"
Jackson moves, I can see his face better. The man circles him abit until he's facing Jackson.
"If somethings wrong, I need to know, your with me now"
Jacksons eyes narrow as he frowns with confusion.
"Wait, with you?" He laughs lightly " me with you?" More light laughter "what am I your little pet? Just because you gave me the bite doesn't mean I'm part of you little wolf pack. And sorry but you don't show outstanding leadership couolages"
"Is that so?"
From where I'm peeking I carnt see the mans face.
"Look I don't care how much I know, which doesn't involve running around the woods at night howling at the moon with you and McCall, okay so why don't you back-"
Before he can finish the man pushes Jacksons head to the side. Black liquid rolls down his neck, coming from his ear. Jackson's worried face scares me.
"What is it? What's happening?" He asks.
"Your bodys fighting the bite"
Anger replaces worry.
"Why?"
The man backs away, infront of the showers so I can see his face. Its shocked and confused.
"I don't know"
"What's it mean?" I ask forgetting that I'm not meant to be hearing this conversation.
Both of them jump at my voice. There eyes burn into me. The man looks even more shocked.
"Moxie?"
I nod.
"What're you doing here? How much did you hear?"
"You looked distressed, so I followed you" I say steping into the room.
The door shuts behind me as I walk up to them. The man takes a few steps away.
"Anna Williams" stutters the man.
"How'd you know my mother name?" I ask.
What would this werewolf have anything to do with my mother?
He backs away and goes into the shadows. I roll my eyes and fold my arms glaring into darkness.
"What did you hear Moxie?"
Jackson snaps me out of my trance.
"Everything, your changing into something else" I say.
I turn to face him. His blue eyes wide and for some reason making my heart race.
"I have a book at home that might have something to do with it"
"Your a werewolf too?"
"No. I'm a witch"
"How did you become one?"
"I was born one, why do you want to be a werewolf?"
He shrugs.
"You don't know? Well look I couldn't care less, I have to get to the princables office.." I walk over to him and wipe his neck.
His skin feels red hot under my toutch.
"Your kinda hot, you know" he says smirking.
"Wow.. They did tell me you were an ass.."
"Well I'm not"
I raise my eyebrows smiling.
"We'll see. See ya in English Jack"
"Its Jackson"
"Whatever John" I say nearly laughing.
/
"I'll see you on Monday" Carol says to me as I put the cake in the oven.
"Kay bye, have a fun meeting or whatever..."
"Its a buissness trip. Don't have any parties while I'm gone"
"Wouldn't be a party without you Carol" I say smiling.
She laughs and grabs her last suitcase. I hear her car leave the drive. That's it. I'm alone for the next two days. Well if you count Carol's daughter Mave who's five and sleeps more than a lazy cat. My first day at school was liveable. Everyone seemed to know me as Carols foster kid or that's the clown.
I smile remembering my pranks with Stiles and Scott from today. Hell even Jackson was fun. He's not so bad. He's an ass but I can get along with him. We have a laugh.
I look out the kitchen window. Next door outside the Lahey's house Isaac stands in the front lard.
I knock on the window, trying to get his attention. He mustnt hear me. Isaac helped me bring my stuff out of the moving vans when I moved in three weeks ago. He keeps standing there with his head down, hands in his pockets.
I groan and walk out of the kitchen and into the hall. The front door opens with a load creaking noise. He still doesn't look up.
I jog up to him and stand infront of him.
"Boo!" I say into his ear.
He looks up startled by the shock of my presence. Blood pouring down his face.
"Oh Isaac what happened?" I ask placing a hand on his cheek to move his head, so I can see where the cuts coming from.
"I..I.."
"ISAAC!" An older man's voice calls from deep within the house.
Grabbing Isaac's hand I can already tell what's happened. He has the look I saw in myself when I was five and had scars of my adoptive parents.
"Come inside, I'll clean you up"
"But my dad.."
"Fuck your dad, when he does something like this.." I say angry that someone that was meant to love someone could be hurting them.
We run to my house before Isaac's dad can come out and find him. Silently shutting the door behind him, I tell him to go into the kitchen.
Quickly I take out the nearly burning cake and throw it on the counter.
"Sit at the table, I'll just look for a first aid kit"
"Don't bother..."
"Isaac your really hurt, that'll scar.."
I should know. I've enough of them. Finding the first aid kit under the sink I sit beside him on the table. I open it up and look for the bandages, cloths and sprays.
"What happened?" I ask spraying some stuff on a cloth and begin wiping the cut.
"I spilled something and forgot to clean it up"
I sigh. Usually like Isaac's dad, abusers would take any chance they can to hurt anyone. I clean out the cut.
"You won't need stitches. Thank god. Its not too deep."
"Thanks. You didn't have to do that"
I rest my hand on his knee.
His eyes go straight to my hand and then straight back to me. A look of shock and supprise take over his facail expression.
"I did. I understand what your going through. Don't blame yourself Isaac. You didn't do anything wrong"
"I must if he keeps on beating me"
"No. Isaac don't you see your not the problem? Its him"
He looks at my hand again.
"How longs he been doing this?" I ask.
"Since my brother died, it got worse"
He slips his hand over mine on his knee. He sqeezes it.
"You don't have to go out of your way for me Moxie"
"Isaac, I'm your friend. As long as I'm breathing I'll go out of my way for friends"
He smiles and chuckles.
"Look stay the night. Go back tomorrow when he's cooled off.. Maybe. Or go to the police"
"I can't. I should get back"
"Isaac don't. Stay.."
"If I don't then it'll be worse when I do go home"
I nod.
"Alright. I'm here if you need me. Seriously. Any time any place"
He smiles.
"Thanks"
Smiling sadly back I walk him out to the back door.
I watch him climb the fence dividing my house from his.
/
So that's the first chapter. Please review and let me know if I should continue this. If you have any questions I'll be happy to answer.