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"Stiles, for the love of god this is the third time this morning I'm banging on your door. It is time to get up." Grace couldn't help but chuckle as she stepped out of the bathroom. Pulling her red hair up into a ponytail she made her way down the hall towards the sheriff noting the look of defeat on his face. Over the last month and a half she had been staying with the Stilinskis she had come to learn this was a daily ritual in the house hold. She knew Stiles had been up well into the night doing last minute research and planning for the groups (sans Grace) rescue trip to Mexico. They had been working on narrowing down exactly where the Calaveras headquarters were. Once that was done it would just be getting there (without any suspicion from the Sheriff and Melissa).
After Allison's death, her Uncle and Isaac had decided on leaving Beacon Hills for a while. Not only to find a permeant place for the Oni to be sealed away but in a way to heal. Paris had always been a favorite of Allison's. Growing up the two had visited many times with Chris and Victoria, Allison always expressing her desire to live there permanently one day. That was one of the reasons why Grace had opted to stay behind. It would hurt to much being in a city that held so many memories of Allison. She had lied to her uncle, saying she did not want to miss any time from school. She had a feeling he knew the real reason but had not pushed the subject. He had gone to the elder Stilinski and had asked if she could stay with them for a while until he returned.
"Want me to grab the bucket?" Grace questioned, leaning against the wall. John nodded, smirking as he turned to the 15-year-old.
"Add a bit more ice this time if you don't mind." Smiling, Grace rushed down the stairs where she retrieved the mop bucket before filling it up to the brim with water and ice. Gripping the handle, she trudged up the stairs and towards Stiles bedroom. Trying to hide her smile, she quickly pushed the door open, her grip on the heavy bucket tight.
A shrill scream tore through the house as Stiles sat up in bed, his body drenched in cold water. "OH MY GOD REALLY?! THAT'S THE FOURTH TIME THIS WEEK!" He yelled, his eyes darting to Grace who stood by the door way, doubled over with laughter.
"Guess third times the charm than. Get your ass up or will both be late for school." She said before quickly closing the door, avoiding the sopping pillow that had been thrown in her direction. Grace grabbed her backpack and coat, heading down the stairs where she joined John at the table.
"You know you could always stay here and live with us permanently. I mean who else is going to help when I have to drag his scrawny ass from bed?" The sheriff questioned, smiling behind his cup of coffee. Grace smiled as she dug into her bowl of cereal.
"Don't worry sheriff. Put me on speed dial and I'll come over with the bucket any time." The two fell into a comfortable silence as they continued their breakfast, the silence broken as a pair of feet skidded down the stairs and into the kitchen. Stiles glared, looking over at his father and Grace, both sporting shit eating grins at his entrance.
"Morning Stiles. You better grab something quick or your going to be late for school." John said, standing to his feet as he discarded his empty bowl and mug into the sink.
"You two are evil you know that. And extra ice dad really? I could have gotten hypothermia and it would have been all your fault." Stiles exaggerated, pouring a bowl as he quickly dug into his breakfast.
"If it got you up and out to school I think I could live with myself. I'm working a double tonight so Grace I'm leaving you some cash for takeout tonight." John said as he dug through his wallet, handing the money to Grace who pocketed it in her wallet.
"Have a good day Sheriff." She called as he made his way out the door. Turning, she smirked at Stiles, who continued to shovel his cereal into his mouth. "Hey Stiles your hairs looking a bit drenched?"
"Shut up Argent or your ass is walking to school."
"I'm just saying I was the one who determined the bullets were from the Calaveras. And I've improved on my archery and I'm getting better at shooting. I don't understand why I can't go with you guys to Mexico?" Slamming the Jeep door shut, Stiles glared at her.
"Hey watch the Jeep ok, she's fragile and for the millionth time you aren't going because A: your too young and B: your dad would introduce me to the many different firearms he owns. I'd really like to not die if I can help it." Stiles explained as the two headed towards the entrance of the school.
"Technically your only two years older than me." She grumbled. She knew she was the youngest in the pack but it didn't mean she was useless. She had picked up quite a bit over her time. Her aim with a bow had gotten increasingly better as had her aim with a gun due to both Alison and Chris's training.
"End of discussion Grace. Plus, we need you on this side deflecting. If my dad asks you, show him the premade photos we took at the campsite, make him believe were out camping all that shit. You know keep his suspicions down. That's important." Stiles pointed out. When he noticed Grace still look unconvinced he took another approach. "Grace just because your younger than us doesn't make you any less important to the pack. We all have are roles and skills. Right now, yours is here on this side of the boarder. And I promise any other missions will include you I promise."
"Fine but I'm holding you to that Stilinski." Grace smiled, nudging his side as they made there way in and down the hall towards Scott.
"Morning Scotty." Grace said, the alpha giving her a smile as he ruffled her hair.
"Morning little red. Hey Stiles….ice bucket again huh?" He asked, trying not to laugh as he took in his friends still damp hair.
"Ok stop taking so much enjoyment out of this your worse than my dad." Stiles said as he opened his locker to grab his books. "You're not the one living with Satan's spawn over here."
Gasping dramatically, Scott held his chest. "What? Grace is nothing more than an innocent angel. How could you say such things Stiles?" Grace rolled her eyes, punching the alphas shoulder as he broke out laughing.
"Haha funny McCall real funny. Remind me again why I hang out with you dorks?" Grace laughed as she was suddenly pulled into a squishing hug from Scott.
"Because were your best friends and we love you kid." Was his answer before releasing her from his hold. Saying her goodbyes, Grace headed down the hall towards her own locker.
Turning the corner, she felt her body collide with something solid, sending her books scattering on the floor. Looking up to see what she had ran into, she realized it was a he rather than a what. The first thing she noticed were his eyes. They were almost cobalt blue in appearance that almost shimmered in the light. Her eyes moved down his face as she continued to take in his appearance. A strong jawline, high cheekbones and plump lips greeted her. His brown hair was short, spiked up in random places before her eyes traveled a bit lower. She now realized why she had thought she ran into a wall in the first place. His body was built, not in the traditional football player way. His frame was solid, his body built almost like a lacrosse player. She may have taken note of the lacrosse stick hanging out of his bag to come to that conclusion.
"I am so sorry I wasn't paying attention at all." Rambling, she knelt down, starting to collect her fallen items. Hearing a small laugh, she noticed the mystery boy kneel a s well, helping her.
"No problem. I won't complain when a pretty girl runs into me." He said, shooting her a smile as they both stood up. Taking her books from him she smiled, feeling her cheeks redden a bit at the compliment.
"Well then I guess I'll just have to run into you some more?" she teased as they stood in the hallway. "I haven't seen you around before are you new?"
Nodding, he hitched his bag higher onto his shoulder. "Yeah I just transferred here from Devenford Prep." Mystery guy answered before they were joined by a third party.
"Dude you left your schedule in the locker room-oh hey Grace I see you've met Liam." Mason introduced, handing the bright yellow paper to his friend.
"Hey Mason. Yeah I sort of ran into him." Smiling, she glanced back over to myst-Liam.
"What class do you have first?" The three freshmen headed down the hall as Grace dug into her bag, pulling her own crumpled schedule out. Handing it over to Mason, she watched as he scanned the list, noting Liams gaze also moving over it. "Awesome looks like we have a lot of the same classes this semester but why Econ in the moring? I don't think I can handle Finstock this early." Mason groaned causing the two other teens to laugh.
"Don't worry Mase, I think you'll survive. I mean it's not like your Greenberg" Grace insisted as the three headed into the classroom taking their seats. Grace found her seat directly behind Liam, her eyes glancing over him a bit more as he dug through his bag.
"So Liam what made you transfer to are little slice of public education? I heard Devenford was a pretty good school." She noticed the tensed glances that the two boys sent to each other before Liam turned to her, shrugging a bit.
"Change of scenery never hurt. Plus heard you guys could use some good lacrosse players this year." He stated confidently.
"Well you seem pretty sure of yourself." Grace smiled, finding Liam's own almost infectious.
"Well if you need me to prove it maybe I…" A shrill whistle broke through, interrupting Liam as the students jumped to attention.
"ARGENT! If you were not aware the bell has already rung and you will not use my classroom to flirt with the new kid. That goes for the rest of you miscreants. Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves " Grace blushed, sinking down in her seat as Coack Finstock turned to address the rest of the class.
"Told you, way to early to deal with this lunatic." Was all she heard from Mason as he turned to the front.
