One
"Don't be a dumb Dora, alright? I implore you. And when you do get there, if Lydia lets you stay with her like I said she should, make sure you stay away from Marvin "Stiles" Stilinski. He ain't an Airedale, but either way you should steer clear because he's a nasty piece of work if ever I saw one. All he cares for is however many girls he can get into bed with him, and he often has bull sessions at Lydia's parties with his friends where he discusses this kind of thing. I had to sit through a couple and it made me want to gag.
Anyways, I trust you to keep yourself safe. Make sure you do actually write to me. I want to know what happens while you're in Beacon Hills, especially since I'm moving there full time soon.
Yours,
Malia"
Following the letters on the page one last time, Evelyn folded the letter up and looked out the window one last time, before sighing. The station was just pulling up, so she grabbed her bags from the top compartment, straining to reach, and trailed them along behind her as she waited by the door. The minute it opened, she stepped out and onto the pavement beneath her, looking around to see a bright-faced, eager girl waving at her.
"Hey there! You must be Evelyn! Malia told me all about you in her letters. I'm Lydia, by the way, in case you hadn't already figured that one out by yourself. I mean, you look pretty smart, so you probably would have. Sorry, I'm rambling," she said finally, and stuck out her hand to shake, which Evelyn did, cautiously. "Come on, my car's just outside, I'll drive ya back to mine," Lydia said, not letting the girl get a single syllable in edgeways.
The drive back to her house was full of Lydia attempting to start some sort of conversation with the girl, although many of those attempts were futile. She was just content with looking outside at the scenery of Beacon Hills, as it passed her, and knew that she'd loosen up a little once she actually got home and rested properly, as her nerves had been all over the place. She was mainly worried about whether or not she'd bump into this "Stiles" feller, and if so, how he would act around her, and what she would do to get out of the situation.
That was why, as soon as Lydia showed her to her room and said, "You're okay to go now, if you want to sleep till around 8-ish then that's fine because I have a party tonight, and my friends would like to meet you," she nodded in acceptance and immediately fell asleep. During her slumber, she felt ultimate relaxation, saw people laughing, dancing, and overall enjoying life. Then, she was being shaken awake by Lydia, who stood beaming over her.
"8 already?" She yawned, and Lydia chuckled, nodding.
"Now, come on missy, we need to get you party ready!" And with that, Evelyn was whisked off the bed to be put into a silver dress, her hair in finger waves, a punchy red lipstick etched onto her lips, and more eyeliner than she could fathom, all topped off with a silver headband over her long brunette hair.
Downstairs, Marvin "Stiles" Stilinski was regaling his loyal followers with another story of how he managed to get a girl into his bed again. "Come on, Stiles, we don't want to hear this again. We know how much of a cake eater you are, we don't need the reminder," Scott McCall, Stiles' best friend, groaned, squeezing the shoulder of Allison Argent, his girlfriend.
"Whatever man. Anyways, where's our hostess with the mostess? Apparently she has a new girl with her. I'm intrigued," he said, smirking at the people in front of him.
"Only you would already try to sleep with the new girl straight off the bat," Allison said, sneering at Stiles as she did so. "Speak of the devil," she murmured more to herself than anyone else, and smiled warmly towards Lydia and the girl beside her. She was relatively tall, and looked as if she felt out of place in the room. Compared to Lydia, she looked like a complete plain Jane, but that was what gave her her own personal beauty. As well, her makeup made her stand out more than anyone, striking and beautiful in the most subtle way. Unfortunately, Allison wasn't the only one who noticed the girl, as Stiles had turned to face her too, with the largest grin on his face.
"Hey, Lyds! Who's the new dame? I've never seen her around these parts before?"
"Quit yellin', Stilinski, you don't want the debs on us, do ya? Besides, the girl don't want too much attention, so lay off her, alright?"
"Whatever. What's your name, doll? I'm nice enough, pretty harmless too," the guy said, winking at her as he did so. Gosh, why was it always the loudmouths who thought they were the bee's knees? Lydia, the girl who was with her, squeezed her arm in comfort as she caught her eye, smiling slightly at the girl's scared expression.
"Evelyn. Evelyn Night. And from what Lydia's told me, you're the incompetent son of the local sheriff, Marv Stilinski. Well, Mister Stilinski, I don't want any trouble from you when I've only just arrived, so I'm gonna take my leave and find my room. Thank you Lydia, by the way, for putting me up with you."
And with that, she walked away, her brunette hair bouncing around her shoulders as she walked away. Stiles shook his head and let out a low whistle. "What a dame," he whispered.
"Don't tell me you're already hooked on the girl, Stilinski. Jeez, barely here a minute and you're already trying to make her your next gal," Scott reprimanded him.
"Well, you know me Scotty. She's an interesting dame, but it's not like I'm gonna be carrying a torch to her any time soon. Besides, she strikes me as not like any normal girls, which makes the challenge a lot more fun. And as long as you stay away from the gal on a full moon, then everything will be peachy."
