( wolf moon )
Isabelle was rudely awoken but her damn alarm clock. Seriously? Why did she ever buy the stupid thing? And why did she have the smart idea to have it across the room so she'd have to get out of bed to turn it off.
After begrudgingly getting out of the comfort of her nice warm bed, she turned the alarm off (very tempted to just put the whole thing in the damned bin). With near immediate regret, the curtains were thrown open and the early morning sun shone straight into her eyes.
Cursing the whole time, Elle turned away from the blinding light to rub her very sore eyes. She trudged into the bathroom to brush her teeth, inspecting her chin for any spots. What? She got blemishes near her time of the month.
Once done, she made her way back to her room, feeling more awake and knowing there was no chance she could get back to sleep even if she wanted to. She checked her phone and found four missed calls from Lydia with seven texts demanding her first day back outfit to be sent and approved before she went anywhere.
Groaning once more, which was all she seemed to be doing, she snapped a picture of the pile of clothes on a chair in the corner of the room and sent it to her restless friend. Less than ten seconds later her phone blared the ringtone for the persistent strawberry-blonde best friend.
"What is that meant to be?" Lydia asked.
"What do you think it is, Lyds?"
"Don't take that tone with me! I'm simply making sure we are on top of our game this year, that's all. Now, show me properly." The clipped tone of her best friend came through the speaker.
"A black denim skirt and that white top from the boutique we found a couple weeks ago" The grey hoodie that was going to cover it remained silent. Elle slumped on her bed, waving her hand around as if Lydia could see through the speaker grill.
She waited with baited breath as Lydia hummed in consideration. "Fine, but only if you pair it with your black boots. Oh! And those really cute sunglasses."
The sunglasses were a pair from Dior that were being sold for cheap as they had a slight issue with one of the hinges on the arm. Lydia practically forced her to buy them, saying she would look fabulous. Of course, she did like them but she was always more of a Chanel girl than Dior.
"One more thing, I'm picking you up!"
"Yeah, I was counting on it." Elle replied before hanging up.
She got dressed relatively quickly and made her way back into her room again. Elle reached over her desk to the blinds and pulled them up. Turning towards her mirror, she approved of herself before sitting at her vanity desk. She crossed her fingers and sent a silent prayer that her braids had worked before unweaving the hair strands.
A few kinks were out of place but apart from that she had achieved the look she wanted. Pinning a few strands to the back, she made sure they covered any problem areas before brushing through her eyebrows and applying concealer under her eyes,
Isabelle picked up her bag and placed it on top of her shoulder and wandered to the mirror. She pulled down her hoodie to adjust it slightly before approving of her outfit and coating her lips with a light pink gloss and checked herself again.
When she finally deemed herself presentable, she strode down stairs, blonde hair swinging behind her, bouncing slightly with each step she took. Immediately after she reached the bottom, she opened the door to a little closet keeping all of her shoes, and plucked a pair of black heeled ankle boots. Slamming the door shut afterwards, Elle slipped them on and carried on striding to the kitchen. A nice to-go flask of coffee awaited her on the side, which she grinned at.
"Thought I'd make you some," her mother called apprehensively.
Elle's grin deflated to a polite smile. "And I very much appreciate it, mother." The teen was hoping her mother would have already left to work but luck wasn't on her side.
"Don't call me that Isabelle, it makes me feel old." joked Marie Nightly, not processing Elle's slightly tense demeanour.
"Where's Dad?"
It was Marie's turn for her smile to drop. She let out an awkward cough before turning her back on her daughter. "He's- uh, he's already gone to work."
Elle rolled her eyes but before she could reply, a beep of a car horn was heard through the front door, breaking the two Nightly women away from their thoughts. "Right, that's Lydia. I have to go, have a good day!" Elle says, picking up her coffee in one hand and collecting her keys from the side in the other.
"Alright dear, have fun on your first day. Don't break two many boys hearts,"
"Mum I've told you before, it's school- there is no fun, and I'll try not to!"
She slotted her key into the door and twisted, opening it up as she slipped them out again. The click of her heels alerted the strawberry-blonde teen to her friend strutting towards her car.
As she was walking out to her friend, the door in the house one over opened, and out stepped Stiles heading towards his loved Jeep. He payed her no attention to her, not realising she was there.
"Morning Stiles," Elle said, successfully capturing his attention. Lydia, who was sat in the car waiting, leaned forward to see better, her jaw dropping open wondering why she was talking to some nameless person, and how her best friend even knew his name. I mean sure they were neighbours, but she didn't know hers and especially didn't talk to them in public.
Stiles looked over at the blonde bombshell and shook his head, not believing this was real and was trying not to show his panic. "Uh-uh-um yeah, um yeah isn't it great a-uh a great morning? Ye-yeah uh, I'm gonna shut up now," His face heated up a red colour as he realised just how much of an idiot he had been.
Elle smiled warmly at him. She didn't normally acknowledge him but that doesn't mean she was going to be rude. "Ready for school?"
Stiles shook his head thoroughly, "No, hate the place. Horrible, sleepless, annoying...place." He sighed. Well done Stiles, screwed up again!
Elle just nodded, not wanting to embarrass him more than he already seemed to be after the dramatic description. "Right... I'll see you later then. Bye!" The blonde made her way to Lydia's car and opened the passenger door.
"What the fuck was that?!" screeched Lydia.
"Just being polite." Elle replied shrugging like it was no big deal. She put a hand on Lydia's shoulder and grinned cheekily, "It's what people with hearts do, Lyds."
Lydia rolled her eyes at Elle's humour. "Right, well..." and Lydia ranted the whole way to school, refreshing the rules of the social scale.
The two teen girls pulled up at the school and stepped out of the car after checking their hair in the mirror of the car visor. Isabelle glared at the building in front of her as if it would just burn down to her feet if she wanted it to.
As they reached the stairs, Lydia hit Elle's hip as a way to prepare her for the entrance to the new year. Elle nodded without turning her head to look back at the strawberry blonde. As they strode up the stairs, their hair began to bounce behind them. On their way, they passed the poor boy that had embarrassed himself already, "-best thing that's happened to this town since- since the birth of Isabelle Nightly."
The two girls ignored him. One, the intended female, not hearing while the strawberry blonde rolled her eyes. As if he'd actually have a chance with her.
"Hey Elle- you look- like you're going to ignore me." He nodded his head in annoyance, turning to face Scott. He was hoping she might interact with him so he could make up for earlier on that morning, but obviously he was wrong. "You're the cause of this you know!"
"Uh huh?" Chuckled Scott, amused by his best friends antics.
"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlett-nerded by you." He explained, "And your anxiety and nervousness or whatever it is has come to me too! I made a right mess of it this morning." And Stiles filled in Scott on how the morning went; from the stretching incident, to actually conversing with her on the way to school.
Elle and Lydia strode into school side by side, people hurrying out of the way for them to get through smoothly. They found their lockers-which just so happened to be next to each other, no coincidence there, and entered their combinations.
Once they gathered the right equipment, Lydia turned to Isabelle. "Alright, good luck and don't die on me. I need my best friend, okay?"
"I'll try," Elle rolled her eyes with an easy smile before they parted ways down the hallway.
She finally made it to the correct classroom, and stood just inside the doorway. She looked around at all the open seats trying to decide which one was the best option. Seeing as she arrived late, but not late enough for a detention, a lot of the seats were already taken by other students. You have got to be kidding me. All of the spare seats were next to weirdos or assholes.
One was next to a guy who was seeing how long his chewing gum can stretch before snapping, and then that preceded to somehow end up in his hair? The next one was behind a guy, Scott? But because he was tall, she wouldn't be able to see anything And the last was diagonally behind the said boy next to her favourite person ever, Stiles Stilinski.
Deciding she had no choice, she begrudgingly sat next to her neighbour who had yet again failed to notice her. She placed her bag down onto the floor to her right and pushed the chair back for her to sit on. Before adjusting the seat however, she reached down into her bag and grabbed and pen and notebook ready. The swish of her hair let out a soft smell of her perfume which caught the attention of Stiles.
Stiles had already sat in his seat with Scott when she came in, equipment already on the desk. He was fiddling about with his pen when the scent infiltrated his nose. Chanel. Now, several people may find it strange to recognise a perfume straight off like that, but to Stiles it was completely normal.
It was Elle's signature perfume that she always wore and Stiles loved it. Realising that he knew the scent must mean she was nearby he lifted his head to check the surrounding seats around him. His head swivelled right then left and his eyes landed on her. He didn't see her face as she was rummaging through her bag but the blonde curls of her hair was enough. He was in so much shock that he dropped his pen and it clattered to the ground, noisily.
Stiles' luck hasn't always been the best and this was no exception. Stiles reached down to grab his pen down the same aisle as Elle's head was just as she was pulling back up going to sit normally.
It doesn't take a genius to realise what happened. Their heads collided as pain ricocheted through Isabelle's skull. Stiles reached forward and slapped a hand to his forehead leaning back again into his seat, while Isabelle slammed a palm to the back of her head rising upwards still. And there was the awkward moment when they connected eyes.
"Uh, uh-uh, I'm sorry. Like so so sorry, like really sorry. " Stiles spluttered out, his hands waving around everywhere. He was subconsciously leaning forward when he spoke so when he went to pick his pen up off of the floor, he was so far off of his seat that he just fell off completely. The chair clattered backwards loudly making Elle wince and a few people look round at them. Jolting back up, waving his arms around, he checked whether anybody else had seen, and nobody seemed to be paying him any attention anymore so he slid back into his seat with little embarrassment. But that didn't last long.
Elle gave him a slightly concerned look. "Are you okay Stiles?" Stiles just stared at her, not replying. Isabelle snapped her fingers in front of his face to bring him out of his day dream. "Stiles?"
She placed a hand on his arm to steady him. Unfortunately, this had only made him redder and he kept on gasping as he thought of her touch. Nodding his head until his neck hurt, he left his answer at that. Slowly she peeled her hand off of him and Stiles immediately felt the heat loss and wanted it back, badly.
Scott, who had heard and seen all of the interaction between his best friend and the popular girl, laughed but that was soon cut off by the teacher entering the room. Placing his bag down on his desk, he started the task of writing down, 'Kafka's Metamorphosis' on the chalk board.
"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night-" What. The. Fuck.
Isabelle was most definitely not in the know about this. Why would she be? It's not as if she frequently looks for murders. Why was everyone else so calm about this? How, exactly, was she meant to have found out about this either?
The teacher carried on despite Isabelle's inner panic. "-And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester." During the teachers little talk, Stiles and Scott shared a glance at each other with badly concealed smiles.
A knock at the door interrupted the lesson and the door opened to the vice-principle and a teenage girl. The girl looked very nervous and was fiddling with the ends of her scarf as she was introduced to her new class, "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."