"Mom, three calls on our first day is a little overdoing it. Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya.", Allison said before putting her pone next to her and began frantically searching for a pen.

"Rose, please tell me you brought two pens."

"Sorry Ali, only the strong ones survive.", I joked and she huffed before playfully tickling me.

"HEY!, No, please stop it!", I giggled. She stopped, when the vice-principal walked towards us.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?", he said as we followed him inside.

"No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in our family.", I replied. Allison shot me a 'Don't fuck this up'-glance which I replied with putting a hand over my heart and my usual 'Bro I never would' glance. She rolled her eyes and I contained my giggles.

"Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while."

The vice-principal gave us a little smile before opening the door to our first class. I took in a deep breath. Don't fuck this up Rosie, I told myself.

"Class, these are our new students, Rosalie and Allison Argent. Please do your best to make them feel welcome."

Allison smiled at him while I already looked for an empty seat. The teacher caught me doing so and sent me a sympathic smile.

" The seats behind Mr. McCall and in front of Mr. Stilinski are still free.", he said, stating the obvious. I tried not to role my eyes while sitting I took my seat in front of a boy with a buzz cut. He sent me a little smile which I returned before taking out my things for this period.

I saw Allison nervously glancing at everyone's pens, making me smile. She really wanted to be good this year, to her, a forgotten pen was worse than losing a leg. Suddenly the boy in front of her turned and gave her a pen. She was confused, but thanked him anyway.

I raised my eyebrow at the two. Allison hadn't said anything. The two smiled like lovesick puppies into their sheets, making me smirk. Seems like someone's developing a crush.

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133."...

When the bell finally rang I hurried to get all my stuff together, and of course, I dropped most of my books.

"Oh shi-", I cut myself of before involuntary kneeling down to pick them up. The boy with the buzz cut from earlier crouched down next to me.

"Happens to me all the time.", he said before handling them to me. To be honest,he wasn't my type, but beyond cute. I smiled at him, ashamed of the dimples that probably caved my face right now.

"I'm Stiles by the way.", he said, a little taken aback by my smile.

"I'm Rosalie, but call me Rose we're in the 21st century."

He chuckled a bit before we fell in awkward silence again. He seemed to have trouble with standing still. I glanced up at him to see that he was still a bit dazzled, by what, I couldn't tell.

"Well see you around I guess.", I said before finally leaving the classroom.

"Yup! Great. Because you have classes and I have classes and they might even be the same!", he shouted after me and I put a hand over my mouth to contain my laughter. "Scott!", he called with a slightly higher voice than usual when his friend walked past me. Stiles was a dork, but I liked that. Maybe I had developed a crush too...

I took the book for my next class out of my locker and flinched away when a perfectly manicured hand slammed my locker shut. A girl with strawberry blonde hair, about 5'3, so we were at the same height (well we would've been if her heels weren't higher than mine) and the most fabulous outfit I had seen anyone wearing here. Yeah, I'll admit it, I had a little fashion tick.

"You.", she said with a sweet, but still threatening voice.

"Me?", I asked unsure of what was going to happen.

"Yes, you. You look absolutely fantastic. That dress is from the Paris Fashion Week, your Channel lipstick fits you perfectly by the way and those Prada shoes? Wow!", she smiled.

"You don't look too bad yourself with your Dolce & Gabbana shoes. And strawberry blonde? You go girl.", I replied exaggerated. We looked at each other and both raised our eyebrows before we burst into laughing.

"I'm Rose.", I smiled.

"Lydia. Where you got this killer fashion sense from?"

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco. Oh and this is Allison,my sister.", I said as Allison joined us slowly. She looked a bit shy. I bit back my laughter. For some reason it has always been easier for me to make friends. Not that she wouldn't have, it just took her some time.

"And you are my new best friends. Hey Jackson.", she smiled before kissing a tall, blonde guy who walked up to us with an arrogant smirk.

"So this weekend, there's a party.", Lydia said when 'Jackson' stopped sucking on her face.

"A party?", I asked curiously. I loved parties, and Lydia seemed like you could have a fun night with her, but with Jackass on her face? No way. Allison would just stand in a corner awkwardly and I would have to have fun all by myself. If we were allowed to go in the first way.

"Yeah. Friday night. You should come.", Jackson smiled at me. Okay. He seemed arrogant, but I should give him a chance. I liked Lydia and I guessed where Lydia was, was Jackass, Jackson as well.

"Uh, Allison wasn't there this... this thing Friday night?", I asked her for help while putting a hand through my hair.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's Family night this Friday. Sorry.", she replied.

"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage.", Jackson said.

"You mean like football?", I asked. Back in San Francisco, I was a cheerleader, it was more than fun.

"Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years.", he smiled proudly. Arrogant dick. Okay, no, give him a chance.

"Because of a certain team captain.", Lydia smiled before kissing him again. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Well, to be fair, Lydia didn't look like someone who would date a bench player.

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else-"

"Well, we were going to-",Allison cut him off but was cut off herself.

"Perfect - You're coming.", Lydia said linking her arms with mine and I did the same with Allison.

"That jacket is the absolute killer by the way.", Lydia smirked at Allison.

When the players walked out on the field the first person I saw was the Coach yelling at some poor kid.

"Who's he shouting at?", I smiled.

"Greenberg. He's a loser, trust me.", Lydia replied. My gaze followed the players who got ready on the bench. One of them was a certain boy with a buzz cut. His face lit up and he waved at me slowly, as if he wasn't sure if I was real. I smiled and waved back, a slight blush on my cheeks. Stiles turned back to his friend with a goofy grin on his face. Said friend was now smirking from Stiles to me before he glanced at Allison. Oh, right, it was Allison's crush from earlier.

"Who's that?", Allison asked, never stopping to look at him.

"Him?", Lydia asked. "I'm not sure who he is, why?"

"He's in my English class."

"I think his name is Scott.", I said. "Why? You having a little crush?", I teased her and bumped my shoulder into hers.

"What? No! A-and what about the boy you waved at? Who was that?", she asked with a smirk and now Lydia turned to us with an interested smile.

"Huh? That was um... He helped me pick up my things.", I stuttered trying to look interested in a bird who flew against a tree.

"Uuuh. We're gonna get you a boyfriend.", Lydia said excitedly. I furrowed my eyebrows and bit my lip, looking back to the field. Stile's friend, Scott looked at us. Gosh, he really does like Ally-Cat didn't he? Ally-Cat. I liked that.

"Hey Ally-Cat I ate your ice cream.", I informed Allison.

"What?", she asked confused and a bit annoyed. Scott as still looking at us, a little smile on his lips. Could he hear us? No way. He was all the way down on the field, it wasn't possible that he actually heard what we said.

At first, Scott who was in goal, played like he's never been in goal before, but then, he caught every single ball. And I mean all of them. I pouted when the training was over, I hope to see a bit more of Stiles in action.

"He seems like he's pretty good.", Allison smiled.

"Oh, very good.", Lydia said surprised.

We went back to school to pick up the keys for our car, Yeah, Allison and I had to share a car. That never went well. I often ignored her 'No-Food' rule while she put the crappiest of music into the CD-player.

"My turn with driving.", I said as we walked throug the hallways, speeding up a bit when I realised that Scott and Stiles were walking behind us. We might've talked a little too long to Lydia but she was just the kind of person you could talk to forever. We exchanged numbers by now, and I promised her to go shopping with her this week, due to the party.

"What? No! You're probably going to kill someone."

"Hey! I can drive better than you and if you won't let me, I'll talk to Scott about you.", I smirked.

"You wouldn't!", she exclaimed the keys in her hand. I smirked and turned to the two teenagers.

"Hey! Nice to see you again Stiles. And you're Scott right? Well, My sister Ally-Cat here has-", Allison put a hand over my mouth and dragged me away from the two surprised boys, nervously explaining that I was only talking bullshit after 2 p. m.

"I hate you!", she muttered handing me the keys.

"And I looooove youuuuu!", I shouted running towards our car at a surprisingly high pace considering my 15 cm heels. Making friends in Beacon Hills was easier than expected and Ally-Cat was pissed so my daily mission succeeded.

Hope you enjoyed it! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Clara-Smith

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