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Chapter 2
Well after last night things were very frosty between my mom and I, like seriously frosty. I hadn't spoken to her and I'm not sure she wanted to talk, and to make things worse now I was going to have to see her in school. I hadn't slept much, since the accident I had developed the sleeping patterns of a man with acute insomnia, nothing major. So at half six I rolled out of my bed and made my way to the kitchen. I was met by none other than my mother, she nodded her head at me. Clearly we weren't on good terms yet. I grabbed a mug of coffee before heading back up to my room, not wanting to be in my mothers company.
To tell you the truth, at this moment in time school was literally making me feel ill. I'm not really sure what about it was making me ill. Maybe it was because I was in a new town, well back at my old town. Or the fact that all the people I was about to meet have had years to build friendships and well I was sort of an intruder. Heck I had probably gone to middle school with some of them but I don't really remember, 3 years is a long time. I pulled my laptop over to, opening up my music and blasting it, as I went to go shower.
Fifteen minutes later as I stepped out of the bathroom there was a soft knock on my door. "It's open!" I called turning my music down, and grabbing my bathrobe from the end of my bed. My mum walked in all dressed up for her first day at work. Her hair was pulled into a bun, this was very strange considering my mother never wore her hair and, and never had I seen her so dressed up for work. " I just wanted to say that I'm off and I suppose good luck. Oh and Ivy, try not to pick a fight with somebody." She offered me a quick smile before scampering out of my room. I could hear her heels clacking until she left the house.
I quickly dried my hair, straightening the usual wavy mess that was my hair. I may have actually liked my natural hair but it wasn't the most ideal look for the first day of school. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and one of the new blouses I got before shoving my feet into my boots before throwing my laptop into my bag. It was still pretty early but I had to go to the principle office or the admissions office, in all honesty I wasn't really sure where I was meant to be going, then again I could always just ask someone, but that meant talking to people.
I eventually left the house, locking it up before getting in. I relaxed into the seat as the engine roared to life. I pulled the windows down taking a breath of fresh air, it sort of had a calming effect on me. Yet the thought of actually having to like do school work and actually having to talk to people was painful. Then I set off towards hell, only 10 glorious minutes before I would find myself in the halls of school.
OK so I didn't really end up arriving early. In fact by the time I arrived half the school was there, there goes my mission of super stealth. Anyway I pulled up by this bizarre blue Jeep and hopped out only to come face to face with the curly fries guy. We both sort of looked at each other in bewilderment."You... I mean...Hi." The boy stuttered, waving his hand in some strange gesture which I think was meant to be a wave.
"Hey, nice to see you again, sorry I forgot to introduce myself yesterday. I'm Ivy Moore." I smiled, and then it hit me, I knew this guy, the awkward expressive boy I just couldn't put a name to the face. He was giving me the same look, he knew me too, "I'm Stiles, well that's what people call me...and we used to hang out as kids. Wow long time no see." he replied, the two of us were sort of just standing there, neither one of us really sure what to do. Then something just sort of came over me and I hugged him, just quickly. It was weird you know, seeing him after all these years, OK so three years isn't a lot, but he changed. It took him a few seconds to return the hug before we broke it apart. "Fuck! I gotta go. I'll talk to you later Stiles." I called before talking off into the school, navigating the halls until I found the admissions office.
"Hi I'm new and I'm meant to be picking up my timetable and filling out a few forms." The woman behind the desk pulled her glasses down, "You're Graces kid, your mom filled out the forms so I'm just going to need your signature." the woman replied laying out an assortment of paper work for me. Daunting to say the least. I started scribbling my practically illegible scrawl that was my signature, when The lady handed me my time table and a slip attached to it. "Thanks" I muttered before grabbing my timetable and leaving, and guess what that slip was for, the freaking guidance counsellor. I tore the slip off the timetable and shoved it into my bag, there was no way in hell I was going to that meeting.
I went quickly to my allocated locker to shove some stuff in it when a girl with red hair came over to me. "Cute outfit." she smiled, her eyes looking me up and down. Oh fuck she was one of those girls, I could feel it already. "Of course that outfit would be nice with a different pair of shoes, they don't really suit you. I'm Lydia by the way, Lydia Martin" Yep, she was a shallow girl, and if my memory serves me correctly she was also smart as fuck, like Mensa smart. "Ivy, and I don't really care." I replied shutting my locker, I couldn't deal with people like this. You know what I mean, the brainy girl that pretends to me stupid. I definitely had no time for people like that. "It was nice meeting you but I've got to get to class." I offered her up a fake smile before heading to English.
I was a little late coming into the class so I was in the mix of a few stragglers. Low and behold in one of the seats at the back was Stiles, I threw my hand up in a quick wave. This however resulted in the teacher noticing me. "I do not tolerate tardiness in my class, and you are?" He asked in one of the most profoundly monotonous voices I had ever heard. "Sorry. I'm Ivy Moore." I replied.
"Well Ms Moore why don't you tell us about yourself." That was a dick move. Fuck it, I hated the man. I rolled my eyes at him before turning to face the class.
"I'm Ivy. Oh and I suppose you want me to tell you something interesting about myself, So... Oh I've got something. My brother and sister are dead and my dad left because of that, oh sorry that's a little morbid. Let me try again. Ah here we go, I like tacos." I turned to the teacher and smirked before grabbing one of the two free seats. Brilliant Ivy, now everybody is going to think you're crazy, I thought to myself. Everyone was silent, until the teacher cleared his throat and spoke up,
"As you all know there was indeed a body found in the woods last night" I zoned out after that first sentence. Wow, Beacon Hills had a knack for people dying. It kind of felt like each time I set foot in this place people were bound to be killed, or to just generally die. I shouldn't have come back. Actually I'm more surprised how my mother forgot to mention the dead body. My attention was drawn back to the class as a girl and the principle entered the class. "Class this is our new student Allison Argent, please do your best to make her feel welcome."
She took the other empty seat, nice to know I wasn't the only new girl in my class, there goes all the pressure. It wasn't fair that I had to basically introduce myself and she gets to walk in all calm and quiet. I began reading through the notes and stuff, I caught Stiles giving me a look and I just shrugged my shoulders at him. "I'll tell you later." I mouthed at him.
It was lunch when I finally got to talk to Stiles, he was sitting with Scott, now Scott I remembered and that was only because of his weird jaw. I walked over to them and pulled the chair out and flopped down into it. Scott gave me a strange look, "What the hell was that in English?" Scott exclaimed. I shrugged my shoulders, "He wanted me to say something about myself. I thought it best to tell them my situation before someone found out by themselves. I wouldn't really be able to deal with that, not when I have...Hi mom..." I finished quickly as my mom walked towards me. Stiles whipped around, rubbing the back of his neck, "Hi Grace...I mean Ms Moore." he awkwardly laughed. I shook my head, smooth Stiles, real smooth.
"You haven't changed one bit Stiles." she smiled shaking her head. Now here was the fucking strange thing, how come my mom seemed to remember everyone and I didn't. Did I end up with sudden onset amnesia or something. "Mom what are you doing here? I mean I know you work here but why are you here? Wow that seemed unnecessary complicated." For one minute I thought she was going to sit down, and I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.
"I was just seeing if you were making friends, I know you struggle with that but as I can see you are. Also I have to stay late so you will have to cook dinner. See you later sweetie." She turned strutting off. Ok she was definitely still pissed about yesterday, or she wouldn't have made it seem like I can't make friends. I sighed and sank down in my chair. Stiles let out a snort of laughter and I hit him really hard in the leg making him yelp. Scott on the other hand was suppressing his laughter but I could see a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. I glared at both boys before going back to eating.
"Hey Ivy if you're not doing anything after school today you can come and watch practice. Scott here is convinced he is going to make front line." Stiles said throwing his hand out at his friend, almost knocking his water over. Ah yes I forgot that Lacrosse was a big thing here. I suppose since I had nothing better to do, well I mean I had homework to do but fuck that. I never really was one for doing actual work. "I'll go, I suppose you two knuckle heads could do with some support." I replied before grabbing my bag from the floor. I said goodbye before heading to the counsellors office. I thought it best to keep my mom happy. I wasn't waiting long before I was ushered inside.
I sat down glaring at the woman before me, she raised her eyebrow at me, "Ivy, I'm not your enemy." I crossed my arms over my chest, "I think that's up to me to decide." I scoffed. She began scribbling down on her notebook, and I leaned over to see what she was writing. She looked at me and smirked. What the actual fuck. She shut the notebook. "Ivy why do you think you were sent here?" she asked, I think her names was Ms Morrell, actual I'm pretty sure that was her name, she was my French teacher.
"I dunno, my mother thinks I have problems. That I don't know how to cope." I snapped, I was really not up for this shit right now. This wasn't my thing. I don't do heart to heart talks, never have never will. They're all so fluffy and emotional, and well I wasn't that sort of person. I was a hot-headed I won't take any of your bullshit sort of girl. "Your mother also said that you have some issues with anger. That is totally normal for somebody that has gone through your kind of situation." she replied in a calm voice, but the smirk never left her face. I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees.
"What situation is that? Oh you mean how my father was sort of the reason that my brother and sister are dead. Then because he couldn't cope he ran off like a dog with it's tail between its legs. Well I think I'm over that "situation". I'm pretty sure I got over that 2 years ago, like any normal person would. Look here Ms Morrell, I'm here to keep my mom happy, nothing more. I'm not going to act like you're my best friend that I'm going to tell all my secrets to. Here's the thing, I'm an open book. I'm not hiding anything, what you see is what you get. Please stop me if I'm wrong about the situation. I'm over it. As to do with the anger, I've always been like this. " I spoke up, I gave her a few seconds to say something, and when she didn't, I smiled, " Great, well this little talk has been nice, see you in French tomorrow." I stood up and strode out of the room, only having to go back in to grab my bag. The whole time her smirk never faltered and it was rather unsettling.
As promised I went to lacrosse practice. I caught up with Scott and Stiles who were bickering about if Scott got on the team Stiles would have nobody to talk to. My god one would swear that the two were joined at the hip. They were brothers, maybe not genetically but they were still brothers. They had been there for each other through the hard times. Scott had helped Stiles as his mother died, offering him some sense of normality. Scott offered an escape. For Scott, Stiles had been there when his dad walked out. He used every muscle in his body to make his best friend happy, and it had worked. While the pain they felt was very real they had each other, and that's what counted.
"Oh stop bickering like an old couple and go train." I said pushing past the two of them and laughing. They both called out for me to stop but I rushed to the stand where none other than Lydia Martin and new girl were sitting. I took a seat beside some guy and watched as Coach Finstock chucked the goalie gear at Scott. Shit he looked frightened, then when Finstock blew the whistle Scott sort of freaked out like clutching his head and then BAM, ball to the face. I winced a little, that's got to hurt. Eventually Scott got up and suddenly it was like a totally new person had taken his place, every ball sent flying towards him he caught with ease, it was absolutely mental. Stiles was like bouncing up and down, and coach sort of looked taken aback. It was weird though, from they way Stiles talked about Scott's lacrosse skills no amount of training over the summer would make him this good. Something was off, very off. From the way the Lacrosse captain was looking at Scott he could sense something was off. Oh fuck what hell had Scott gotten himself into?