~Sunday, September 2nd, 1884~
{Scarlett's POV}
One can say I'm a bigger asshole in the morning than any other part of the day and something about having to wake up has to do with it. I can't see how anyone enjoys having to get up from their warm and cozy bed especially if they tossed and turned all night like I had.
"Scar, you awake in there?!" I can hear my dad from the other side of my bedroom door.
With a groan, I turn over on to my back and try to blink the sleep away.
"Scar!" He yells.
"Jesus fucking christ dad, yes I'm awake!" I yell back, clearly agitated.
"Are you dressed? I'm coming in." He asks.
Rolling my eyes, I sit up and reach for my pack of cigarettes. I put one between my lips and lit it.
"Yeah, yeah, dad I'm fucking dressed." I grumble.
"Seriously kid, a cigarette? You just woke up." He says, glaring at me.
I snort taking a deep drag, "it's like breakfast dad. Other people have eggs and shit. I have a cigarette and try to force myself to live another day." I retort, watching the smoke exhale from my mouth.
"Well, I already know I can't get you to stop but at least have eggs and shit with the morning cigarette." He declares, pulling my comforter off me and onto the floor.
"Why are you trying to get me up? It's Sunday no one should have to be up on a Sunday." I glare up at him.
"Because Scar, laying in bed all day isn't good for you. Why don't you get up and make sure your ready to start school tomorrow?" He replies.
"Fine!" I snapped. Taking one more deep drag of my cig, I throw it in my glass of water on my bedside table.
Hopping up out of bed, I push past my dad into my bathroom and slam the door behind me.
"Thank you!" I hear him say.
Rolling my eyes, I open the moving box marked 'bathroom'. Shoving most of the shit out of the way for the shower curtain and a towel. After the shower curtain is set up and I have all my shower necessities in the actual shower, I finally cleaned myself up and got ready for the day.
I settled on a black tank top with a jean vest shirt and tight blue jeans. Deciding to let my hair dry on its own, I make my way out into the kitchen where my dad is sitting at the dining table.
"Unpacked most of the kitchen, I see." I say as I ruffle through some cabinets in search of a mug. Finding the right cabinet, I pull it out and walk over to the coffeepot to pour myself some coffee.
"Yeah, I got a lot done while you slept in till 11am" he teases, his eyes never leaving the morning paper he held in his hands.
Turning around, I raise an eyebrow. "Holy shit, it's past 11? My bad pops. To be fair, you wouldn't let us stop that much the whole drive here. I was exhausted." I tease back, smiling for the first time that morning.
He snorts, "alright, alright fair enough. Find something to eat and come sit down with me."
Looking around the kitchen and still trying to figure out the layout of where everything is, I finally find the bread and toaster and pop some bread in it as well as pulling the small thing of butter and a knife and plate out.
After making my toast, I take my coffee and food and sit across from him. We sit in comfortable silence as I ate.
When I was done, I got up and set my dishes in the sink.
Turning back over and leaning against the counter, I say "I'm gonna go check my car and make sure she's all good from the drive. Do you want me to check your truck too, dad?"
"No, my trucks all good. I gotta go over to the warehouse and check what I have coming up. I'm pretty sure the first load I'll be doing is gonna be a long one." He says sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with me.
I let out a huge sigh. "Ugh really? We just got here. When do you leave then? You're gonna leave me to unpack the rest of the house, aren't you?" I ask, already annoyed with the day.
He looks down for a moment, sighs, then looks back up. "Tonight... I leave tonight and I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a 2 weeker."
"Fucking Christ." I mumble.
I knew he was gonna be gone a lot. I just didn't expect it to be so soon. Since I could remember it's been like this. Truck driving is my dad's life and unfortunately it's always come first. Before mom left and especially after.
The school councilor back in Oregon tried telling me it's the reason I "act out" but in all honestly, I get restless. Bored. Even when mom was around, I could never sit still long enough. Always having to be a part of something, doing something. Sports took a lot of that pent up energy and put it towards something, but after she left... sports made little sense anymore. When I became of age to drive that's when I got the sweet taste of freedom and never looked back.
But just by the sight of this town, I don't think they know what fun even is. I'm gonna be bored shitless. Unfortunately when I get bored, I get reckless. Good luck sweet quiet town of Hawkins. Stirring shit up is my favorite pastime and boy do I excel in it.
"I know Scar, I'm sorry. I didn't think it be so soon either."
"Alright well I'm gonna go do a once over of my car and then check out some of the clothing shops. Pretty sure this shit hole doesn't even have a mall. How am I gonna live here, pops?" I grumble, avoiding the previous conversation. Better to not fight before he has to leave, I thought.
"Oh, it's not that bad. You still have everything you need. I'm sure they'll have...whatever style you call that" he says, waving a hand at my choice in style of clothing.
Scoffing, I roll my eyes at him. I know damn well he is not trying to talk about my choice in clothes when he wears the same hat and plaid flannel all year around.
"Don't hate on me just because you couldn't pull off my style." I tease.
He chuckles, shaking his head at me. He puts his paper down and takes his wallet out of his back pocket of his jeans. Pulling out a wad, he sets it down on the table. "Yeah, yeah get to it, lady. Oh and since your going shopping, why don't you pick up groceries as well?"
Another scoff escapes my lips. Grocery shopping is my own worst enemy. Even if it mostly just means I pick everything up in the frozen food section because I can't cook to save my life. That toast I just had was even a little burnt and that takes not even the slightest bit of effort.
Forcing a smile, I agree to it because one way or another I guess I can't fucking starve to death. I grab the money and make my way to my room to grab my keys and walk out to the garage where all the tools and oil is for my car.
I push the button to open the garage door. As it goes up, I gather all the tools and oil I'll need to check my car.
As I'm outside and elbow deep in the hood of my car, I hear muffled yelling that is then followed my a door slam.
Looking up, I watch a midget redhead with a skateboard clammer out of the neighbors house. The very same one that I know man whore mullet man lives in.
She slams her board down on the pavement while sporting a very big 'fuck you' type of look on her face. Her eyebrows are scrunched together and her lips are set in a deep frown.
Just as I can tell she's about to take off I make myself known.
Straightening myself from the hood of my car, "Hey you little red!" I holler over to her. Her face scrunches up in to confusion as she looks around before her eyes find me.
"…Hi?.." she replies hesitantly. I can tell he's confused by my presence which makes me chuckle a bit. "I'm your new neighbor, neighbor." I say smirking.
Wiping my hands on the rag I had stuffed in my back pocket, I walk over to where she stood on the sidewalk in between our houses.
She couldn't have been no older than 13 I thought as I took in her tomboy appearance and wild red hair.
"I'm Scarlett Raine" I say, sticking my hand out for her to take.
She eyes my hand for a second before she accepted it with a hand of her own. "Max." she replies, with a small nod of her head.
While our hands retreated back to our sides, I take a step forward nodding to her skateboard. "You any good?" I ask. Her eyes lit up to that.
She smirks up at me. "I'm alright, I've got some of the basic tricks down." She shrugs, looking down to her beat up black converse.
"Well Max, I used to skate all the time back home. I think my board is floating around one of these boxes somewhere so if you ever feel like riding together let me know. I'd be down to teach you some shit." I say, hoping she'd take me up on that offer. It's been awhile since I skated but it beats the mind numbing boredom. Plus she's right next door to me and making nice with my neighbors would please the shit out of my dad.
Her wide eyes snap back up to mine. A wide smile makes it way in to her face. Nodding excitedly she replies, "Really Scarlett?! That would be awesome! No one here skates let alone another girl!"
Smiling at her excitement I nod too. "Yeah it's no biggie lil red, even where I'm from we didn't have much girl skaters either."
"Where you from? We just moved her about 6 months ago so we are semi new here as well." Max says, kicking her skateboard back up to hold to her side.
"Oregon, you?" I ask, stuffing my rag into my back pocket and crossing my arms over my chest.
"California."
I nod my head at her. That makes sense. Mullet man is tan and I doubt the people of Indiana popped out babies with that kind of complexion. Although max is as pale a redhead would be. Which had me wondering how she and mullet man could be related.
"Ah, Who you living with?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her not even bothering to discreetly pry into her life. That was how I always was though. Blunt as could be.
She rolls her eyes and looks back to her house with the same 'fuck you' look she had when she first came out here. Clearly someone pissed her off I thought, quite amused about it.
"My mom and I moved out here with my step dad and dick head of a step brother." She replies meeting my gaze with a frown.
Her comment on her step brother made me chuckle. He looked the dick head type so it surely fits. "Oh is that who shit in your cheerios this morning?" I muse, looking back at her with a quirk of my eyebrow and a half smile.
She nods, laughing slightly at my amused face.
I shift my body weight back and forth between my legs as I speak. "Well it's just my dad and I over here but my dad works for long periods of time so it's usually just me really. If you ever need to escape dick head or whatever my door is open. Although I'm warning you now I'm a bit of a bitch too." I laugh.
She laughs with me. "Thanks, I'm sure I'll have to take you up on that offer so—"
"Shitbird! Get in the damn car before I—" Mystery mullet man begins before his big blue eyes lock with mine. He halts right there mid sentence and step right on his porch.
The man was hot as fuck. Wearing tight blue jeans, black boots and a white half rolled up sleeve button up that really wasn't all that buttoned up to begin with. His gold necklace that laid perfectly around his neck at chest level and not to mention his very impressive abdomen was left on display. His blonde hair in curls that framed around his head down to his shoulders. One little curl perfectly placed dead center of his forehead and a lit cigarette between two very capable looking lips. He was holding a worn brown leather jacket in his hands.
His electric blue eyes burned into me. His stare made me feel a fire break out inside me. Starting in my stomach which quickly ran down south, making me throb.
While ignoring my womanly urges, I place a very sly smirk on my face and stare back at him with my arms crossed.
After a beat, he snaps out of whatever trances he was in and smirks right back at me. He descends the rest of the porch stairs and makes his was over to max and I.
