So Cliché
Chapter Two
Authors note: I saw how many favorites and follows I've been getting on my story, and I really appreciated it, so I began the next chapter of it. I'm not sure if it will be uploaded today or tomorrow, but I know that it wouldn't even had had a chance of being uploaded today if you hadn't gave me feedback. By the way, thank you for your reviews, they helped so much. It gave me the motivation I needed, considering I'm not the best writer.
~Thank You..~
"Scarlett…" A voice said. It was familiar to the tired girl, but she didn't want to find out where it came from. She just wanted to go back to her dreams, the dreams that took her to another place. "Scarlett." Once again, the voice echoed through her ears, beginning to annoy her. What did they need that was so important? "You need to wake up." It said.
Scarlett shook her head, scrunching her eyebrows at whoever was trying to ruin her peace, "No. Leave me alone."
Whoever had just ruined her blissful sleep, decided to make it worse by flicking on the bedroom lights. This made her have to squint her eyes, trying to adjust herself to the bright light. She heard footsteps coming over to her, and soon enough they began shaking her limp body. "Come on, Scar." The voice spoke as it began yawning, it was tired too.
Finally, she groaned, realizing she felt bad for being such a trouble in the morning. Besides, she was going to have to get up either way, why be so bothersome to others? Her eyes slowly fluttered open, but kept their squint, as she had not grown used to the adjustment of light in her room, yet. Slowly her brown orbs made their way over to the boy standing in front of her. Stiles.
His eyes were tired looking with dark shadows beneath them like he had been up all night, and his hair was tousled all over the place from having sleep hair.
"Mor-", He began, but his breath was taken away by another yawn coming from his mouth, "ning." He finished off. Scarlett groaned, and started to rise up a little bit in her bed comforter, stretching out her arms and yawning along.
After she did her morning stretches, she looked over to the Stiles who was about to fall over. He kept trying to regain his balance, but he was too tired. His eyes were barely open, and all you could see were small slits of his doe brown orbs. His cousin cocked her head at him, "Is there any reason why you woke me up, Stilinski?" She glared at him, people always received this glare when they did something she hadn't liked, especially when they woke her up in the morning.
"W-We need to get to School." Stiles said half-asleep, "Dad is, uh, waiting." Scarlett raised an eyebrow in his direction, but sighed before nodding. He nodded back at her, making the conclusion that he was weird, correct.
And with that, he left the girl's room.
Scarlett took in a deep breath, exhaling and inhaling more than she should have. A big part of her was glad Stiles hadn't woken up fully, so he wouldn't have to see her stained cheeks that had contained tears, from all night. If Stiles had opened his eyes even for a little bit, she was positive his over-protective cousin would try to comfort her. Even pity her and that's the last thing she wanted. Someone else's pity is not what she needed, ever.
The need to cry was overwhelming her once again, but she shook her head, taking in deep breaths once more.
Scarlett's mom dying was one of the worst things that had happened to her, along with her father's death. But this time it was different. Her mother and her were pretty close, she didn't have the same connection with her father considering he died when she was only two years old, so she didn't really ever connect with him as much as she could have. Scarlett had only her mother to support, and for a while they did keep each other company. She was enjoying it, and the girl had also thought that her mother was happy.
She wasn't.
The other night when her mother died, she found a note in the bathroom where she had overdosed. It was wrapped in a small, white envelope and sealed close addressed to only Scarlett. But the daughter hadn't opened it, she didn't want to. Her only conclusion to her mother's death had been her. The orphan blamed herself for not being the best daughter in the world and not living up to her mother's expectations. Her mother didn't love her, that's all there was to it.
Even though the girl had already given up on trying to understand the reasoning behind her mother's actions, she kept the envelope. One day she was going to read it. Just not now, she couldn't. It would just bring more tears to her eyes.
"Scarlett!" He heard a distant voice call her, and she instantly knew it was her uncle, "Get ready, sweetie!" The Uncle raised his voice so his niece could hear him.
She didn't say anything in return, only getting herself out of bed to prepare for the day. She looked around the blue colored walls and smiled at the pretty baby blue. It was her favorite. So simple, yet so beautiful.
The room wasn't much. Everything was pretty basic, she had a small white drawer next to her small closet. It contained only a micro amount of clothing; she had never been a shopper or one for clothes. And she had thrown a lot of her belongings away that had reminded her of her mother. Every last memory was gone, except for one. But she had no intention of getting it, so she stuffed it deep under her clothes in the plain dresser.
Once again, the girl stretched and sighed, walking over to change and prepare for her first School day at Beacon Hills
~So Cliché~
"You know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer? 247,000." Stiles told his father in a complete trance as he looked at his computer screen. The reason for all of this was because yesterday there had been a car accident with Lydia and Allison. He didn't really want to remember the details, considering the whole time they were there it had been pretty awkward, since Allison and Scott had split and she had moved away for a while, until now.
"Oh god, please go to School." Mr. Stilinski sighed as he stood in the door frame of his son's room. He had become annoyed by Stiles and just wanted him to hurry up and drive to School with Scarlett who, he could only guess, was already waiting for them at the front door.
"But that's crossing the road." Stiles relived what had happened last night, "This one last night came right down the middle."
His father had had enough of Stiles' useless information on whatever he was rambling on about. The Sheriff began walking over to his son, and scratched the back as his neck, an annoyed expression on his face, "I'm not gonna beg you."
Stiles' fingers typed fast on the keyboard, as he researched the subject, never letting his eyes trail off the screen, "Okay good. I'm impervious to your influence anyway."
Mr. Stilinski thought over any ideas he could get to make his son get off the computer and go to School, "You consider bribe?"
"You couldn't meet my price." Stiles said without hesitation. He had his mind set on this project and he needed to find out the information. School wasn't gonna get in the way of that. Besides, he knew his dad couldn't be able to meet his price.
"Extortion?" The Sheriff questioned raising his eyebrow over to his son, seeing if he would accept that as a good reason to hurry up. Stiles once again didn't dare to move and thought of how that would work, "You got nothing on me." His fingers never left the keyboard, as if they were attached.
His dad nodded in agreement, but wasn't going to take no for an answer, "Yeah." And with that he finally settled for his last resort, beginning to bend down and grip the chair Stiles was sitting on, pulling it towards him.
Stiles felt the movement and curiously looked over to what his dad was doing, "Dad, what are you doing?" When his dad didn't answer, and continued on with guiding the chair away from the computer screen, he began to panic, realizing what his father was attempting to do. Stiles quickly tried to type up the rest of the research he was looking for, misspelling a few words, and loosing balance all the way.
Once again the boy repeated his words, asking his impatient father what he was doing. No answer was given to him, though. He only received his answer by the constant pull of his chair. Stiles knew by now that it was over as he let out a muffled cry, before falling to the ground with a thud.
Mr. Stilinski stood up, panting hard at his accomplishment, "Now," He sighed, starting to walk over to his first spot at the door frame, "Let's go."
Stiles rolled his eyes on the floor, finally giving up. It was no use by now, besides he could look up what he needed later. Right now, he had to get to School.
"You know…" A familiar voice to Stiles spoke. He raised his eyebrows and lifted his head to look over the doorway.
Scarlett stood there, her back against the door frame, crossed arms, and an annoyed look on her face. "I wouldn't mind walking over to the School, but unfortunately I'm unstable for the time being. According to, uh, everyone." She said making it noticed how much she hated how everyone looked at her, with pity. It was one of her most annoying pet peeves.
"Oh. Hey, Scar. You're, um, ready…" Stiles replied as he took in her appearance. His eyes roamed her outfit, analyzing it all. Scarlett wore skinny black jeans, with a pink blouse, showing cleavage, not much to be slutty, but just to add some confidence. On top of all that, she had put on a purple cardigan, matching her violet-colored boots. It reminded him a lot of how Lydia dressed.
Stiles cleared his throat, beginning to get uncomfortable by his cousins type of clothes. She never had worn anything like that before, so this was a new one, and it kept him wondering what had gotten in to her to make dress up with such confidence.
"Yup." Scarlett responded, popping the 'p'. She had began growing annoyed as the boy in front of her still didn't attempt to stand up. She sighed, just trying to change the subject before it got too awkward, "So what were you looking for before your dad dragged you across the room?" She snickered.
Stiles rolled his eyes at her, but began getting uncomfortable with the subject, "Is that, uh, a rhetorical question?" He began standing up, wanting to leave as soon as possible before his cousin started interrogating him.
Scarlett didn't move this time, only narrowing her eyes at him in suspicion, "No. It's wasn't. What are you hiding, Stilinski?" Her eyebrows slowly raised as she wondered what he could be doing in the computer, and then suddenly her face flushed. He couldn't be looking that up…
"Uh, you know, maybe we should go.." She quickly said, keeping her eyes away from Stiles and not wanting to discuss this anymore. Why else would he be so jumpy?
Stiles stared at Scarlett, wondering why all of a sudden she wanted to change the subject. But when he saw how red her face was, his went red, too, "Oh, no, no. I wasn't looking at that on my computer, Scar..what the-? My dad was in the room, why would I even-!"
Scarlett just shook her head, still staying low and away from his gaze, "Nah. Um.." She wondered over her head what she could say next, "Let's just go."
And with that she dashed out of the room.
' So much for a first good morning here..' Stiles thought as he sighed and began following her out the door.
~End.~
Authors note: When I say ~End~ I mean like it's the end of the chapter…Ok, I'm sorry. This might be short and all, but I just don't think I'm a good writer, and I just don't want you guys to expect that much from me. I was hoping to write 10 pages today on my Word Document, but I couldn't, because I just want to get you guys the chapter already. I suck and I know. But if I receive good reviews I promise to give you one tomorrow, or even (IF ITS LONG ENOUGH) today.
P.s Um, the Stiles scene, if you don't know what 'that' means, just ask and I'll respond in the reviews. Thanks for reading guys! C:
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