New town, new me.
I like to be able to change who I am every time my family decides to change our environment. Now, I'm always going to be the perfectionist bitch that I am, but my approach to high school is forever changing. Who knows who I want to be in Beacon Hills.
Our new house was huge, appropriately. My father was a private arms dealer and he made lots of money to support me and him. And my sister and mother, but who really cares about them? Not me.
Speaking of siblings, there was a knock at my bedroom door. I stared at it, hoping it was Allison so that I could hand her a box of stuff that belonged to her. I had a little issue with things not being organized or uneven, and her box of clothes was really throwing off my mojo.
Allison opened up my door without me saying come in; the usual invasion of privacy you would expect from fraternal twins. I sighed and said, "This is your stuff."
"This is your stuff," She said at the same time. There goes that freaky twin thing we do. It made me cringe. It was freaky!
My sister and I exchanged our things, and she walked out, closing my door without another word. I always appreciate her silence. To say we were polar opposites was a stretch, but we were definitely not alike. Her end of the spectrum was way too... hipster for me. Me? Well I'm a selfdescribed hard core bitch from head to toe. Except I do not like messes. Want to end me? Put me in a messy room.
Since messes bothered me so much, I went to town unpacking that last box right away. It was some things I used to keep my room aesthetically pleasing, including books that I had never read. I don't read. School is pretty much an afterthought for someone who was going to take over her father's business like I was bound to do.
My passion was weapons, passed down straight in my true Argent blood. I didn't like violence, but I did like to beat the shit out of people, if that makes sense? Okay, okay, only in my head, but I do wish someone would try me every once in a while. Being so skilled in martial arts and weaponry was not so fun and dandy without having an actual opponent.
The thought of getting into a fight excited me a little bit and also remind me of my current plight of trying to get my father to get me a specially crafted Katana. He was oddly against me starting a sword collection. Why would he not me to be like Uma Thurman is beyond my knowledge.
I might watch Kill BIll later tonight anyway. Action and martial arts movies were really my fav, I don't care how often I see something, I am the type to watch it over and over. Bite me.
I decided to go downstairs to find my father by sliding down the banister on the steps from the third floor to the second. Then, I ran down the grand staircase and rounded the corner to find my parents in the sitting room. I tossed myself over the couch and plopped onto my mothers fancy seating.
"Jocelyn, please," my mother sighed out. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to dad. She finds a way to be annoyed about everything.
"Dad have we been doing some thinking about my special request?" I wiggled my brows at him with a pleading smirk.
"Have you asked your mother?" I literally hate when my father dismisses me like that. I love him but what a bitch. I hate when my family members make me not want to talk to them. If I ask a yes or no question, all I really need is a yes or no answer.
My mom looked at me as if I was going to ask her for permission to do something. I am seventeen years old and if I had my own money and connections, I would've bought the damn thing myself. I Internally rolled my eyes. Thinking myself into more anger has always been a downfall of mine.
We sat in silence for about three minutes, me making myself more angry as the minutes ticked on. Finally I got up and said, "Well I'll excuse myself; my first day of school is tomorrow."
Back up the stairs and to bed I went, spirit crushed.
I wake up at 5:45 every morning. When I have routines I prefer not to stray away from them. I wake up and find a path to get a morning jog on for the remainder of the time we'll be living here. The best part about this california town was the thickness and size of the woods; I felt like I was running for hours but it was really only fifteen minutes.
I was back in my house at 6am, my sister was up and in the shower, so I went to my room to pick out my outfit before I would get in. I have a real thing about showing off my body-ody-ody. I don't work out to be timid and not command attention when I walk into any room.
I heard the shower switch off, and I gathered all my shit to bring into the bathroom with me. Allison passed by me with a towel on. "Who's driving?" She asked without stopping. Even if we weren't the closest I could read her pretty easily; she was still my twin sister and I could tell off that comment alone she didn't want to drive but neither did I.
"Not me," I responded without stopping either.
"Mom it is," I heard right before I closed the bathroom door. I checked the time on my phone. It made me cringe that I was getting in the shower at an uneven time; 10:07. I turned on the water when a minute ticked by, and got inside. I would shower for twenty minutes, take ten to get ready, and get breakfast done so that we could at least me ready to leave by 10:50.
I acted out my plan to a T, like I forced myself to do. Blame my parents for creating such a calculated and precise child, and then admire my ways.
I went downstairs after I finished getting ready, rubbing peach scented lotion into my arms. I'm honestly not sure what a peach is meant to smell like, but I'll take it. Allison was already sipping coffee and eating a biscuit while she organized her bag.
"You make me some?" I asked, walking around the counter to grab a coffee mug. She nodded her head at me and zipped her bag up.
I began to pour myself some coffee. "You ready?"
"It's whatever, nothing we haven't done before," she answered. Don't even blame me for the problem we have with sibling bonding. I'd kill for my sister, but that doesn't mean that we get along or even have a strong sibling connection. "You?"
"Like you said.." I trailed off, sipping my coffee.
My mother walked into the kitchen, putting on her jacket. "You girls ready to go?" Allison must've asked while I was getting ready. Having a sibling is not always pointless.
I got into the front seat of my mothers car in the garage. Everyone in the house had their own car. SUVs for my parents and little four doors for my and my sister. Most teenagers love driving; I hate driving and it's really only necessary as a convenience to be able to get wherever I wanted when I wanted, but driving down long roads and especially if I was by myself kind of creeped me out.
Anyways….
Beacon Hills High looked like any other high school but the staff seemed to be super incompetent since my mom had dropped me and my sister off at the entrance almost twenty minutes ago and we were yet to be greeted by anyone. My favorite schools are the ones that have some of the campus outside. It makes me feel like Zoey 101 or some shit.
"Hey, Jos," Allison said while she was rummaging through her bag. I looked down at her expectantly. "Do you have an extra pen?"
I know for sure I did. I am always prepared and probably over prepared, too. "I would love to help but I have two and if I give you one than I'll only have one…."
"And that would drive you crazy," she answered for me. Then her phone started ringing. I looked down. It was our mother.
"Why is she calling you? Does she not think we can survive for less than an hour." I rolled my eyes as Allison picked up in her nice, chipper tone.
"Mom, you just dropped us off, this is overdoing it a little, don't you think?" Finally, Allison dropped her bag and her shoulders. I guess she's giving up her search for a pen. "I seem to have forgotten a pen, and Jocelyn is already being mean to me."
I scoffed from where I stood. What a liar. Sorry if I prioritize my mental health over something she can get from anyone. All she had to do was flip those long black locks and flash a smile. One thing I'll never deny is how hot she is.
People don't ever really think we're sisters; everything that makes us look alike also makes us look nothing alike. I definitely favor my father's side of the family, down to the eye color and she came out like mama. We both have this stupid square jaw, but since I weigh like ninety pounds, my cheekbones are way higher than hers. We have the same nose, lips, and eye shape down to the eyebrows but we still just don't look alike to me. Maybe if you squint one eye, tilt your head and yawn at the same time...
I'm not really sure how long I had been staring at her, deep in thought, but a nice tall, dark, and handsome fellow came over to where we stood. He smiled warmly and shook both of our hands. "Argent sisters, right?"
We both nodded with our own smiles. It was times like this that made me wish we were identical. I love the freaky twinsie thing. He guided us into the school, making small talk with the nicer sister. I chose to study my schedule, and hers. We had kind of the same classes, except for the advanced classes she was in. Like I said, I'm not dumb or anything but I really could care less for over achieving.
"Well, it looks like you two have the same class here," the administrator said as we rounded the corner outside of a classroom. "Feel free to come to us for anything. You're guidance counselors room numbers are on the top right corner of your schedules."
I double checked to confirm what he said as he opened the door for us. I walked inside of the full classroom ahead of my sister. Immediately, the entire class looked up at the two of us. I gave a genuine smile in contrast to the very timid smile dancing on Allison's face. She couldn't even stand still
The teacher introduced us, using the word "twins" which garnered us a lot weird looks. If someone asks me, "are you guys really twins?" I'll probably shoot myself. When the teacher asked us to take our seats, I sat in the only available seat in the last row and put my head in my hands. Allison was two rows ahead of me. I tried to burn holes in the back of her head, only because I really wasn't sure where else to look.
I noticed the boy in front of her turn around with something in his hand...was that a pen? What the hell? Allison probably sensed my confusion because she turned around to lock puzzled eyes with me. I shrugged my shoulders and she dropped her bottom lip in response then she glanced back at him and wiggled her brows. This form of communication was something only siblings could do. I didn't get to see the kids face clearly, so I simply shrugged again. My sister turned around and started to actually pay attention, and I just dropped my head onto my desk. I hate school…
My disdain for high school probably showed throughout the whole day; once I had to part ways with my sister and go to my own classes, I zoned out, playing phone games and online thrift shopping through every single class.
My sister had texted me and asked me to meet her at her at a certain entrance because she had met a girl that asked her to come to a lacrosse practice on the field. I don't know what lacrosse is because sports that involve balls don't excite me. I had nothing to do so I was gonna bring my happy ass to the game, and see what kind of 'friends' my sister was making.
I seen Allison's tall ass standing next to a pretty, short, and curvy redhead. I walked up and stood next to my twin, eyeing the girl who was eyeing my back with a small smirk playing on her plump lips.
"Is this your sister?" she asked Allison in a perky tone without taking her eyes off of me.
"Yeah. Jocelyn, this is Lydia,' she introduced us.
Before I could even say anything, Lydia began to dominate the conversation. "Wow, you are stunning. I've got to keep you away from my Jackson."
Allison and I shared a look right away. She knew right away I wouldn't like that comment. I was the first one to admit that I had a quick temper and no tolerance for the shit people say, but it was only the first day.
I'll just say something snarky back. "Thank you so much, you don't even have to be insecure- I get that a lot."
Lydia looked lost for words, and Allison was able to save our awkward encounter by grabbing clearing her throat. She scratched her head and said, "Well, lets go, right?"
Lydia ran her tongue across the top of her teeth and smiled widely. There was something so weird and fake about how she moved and I really didn't like it. "Lets go."
Allison and I looked huge compared to Lydia as we followed behind her around the campus and to a large field. I tried to find out how the sport worked as we made our way to the bleachers; I wasn't getting it. Call me stupid or dumb, I could care less.
"So, Jos, Lydia said there's some type of party later. After the scrimmage they're practicing for." One thing about me? I love to party. I like to drink, dance, and be fast. I have a hot body and I like to rub it all over people, girl or boy. Hey, I'm gonna live up these teen years while I can.
"Oh, really!" The first thing I was able to be excited about all freakin' day!
"You two definitely need to be there," Lydia chimed in. "I can't have my two new besties not there with me. The whole school is going to be there, too."
"Sounds like a plan, bestie," I said with a laugh, sharing a look with my twin sister. Allison shook her head and suppressed a chuckle at the fake way I emphasized the word 'bestie.'
We all turned our attention back to the field. I was super duper lost so I just chose to stare at the butts of the players. I felt Allison break me from my trance by nudging my arm. "Look, the boy with the pen," she whispered to me.
I followed her gaze and saw him. He was alright, his jaw was distractingly uneven but its not like I saw him first. He was cute, clearly some type of hispanic and in need of a haircut. I guess that was my sister's type.
"Who is that?" She asked Lydia. Lydia also turned to look at pen boy and seemed puzzled.
"I'm…..not sure." Wow, she's helpful. I have to stop being so unforgiving already. I guess I'll get into the game or something.
When the little lacrosse practice was over, my dad came to pick us up from school. Allison was doing something unusual and telling me about how excited she was for this party. I didn't really care for the boy, but the fact that she wanted to party was definitely exciting.
I didn't even go to school the next day because I accidentally stayed up all night playing the Sims. Extremely addicting. Allison didn't get even get home until like five when she woke me up to tell me to start getting ready…. And that her little pen boy asked to be her date to the party.
She was jumping on my bed and smiling from ear to ear. I was really shocked with this show of bonding but it would be kind of stupid for me complain.
"Can you help me with my outfit? Like not fully you, even though you know I love that sultry nineties icon thing you've got going. I want that but toned all the way down." What is with people and these backhanded compliments?
I couldn't help but laugh. Sultry nineties icon though? I'll take it. My sister and I started laughing uncontrollably together on my bed until we just stopped and smiled at each other. Who would've thought she would actually open up to a boy here, and he would end up being what got us to start bonding?
I hopped up to get back to the point. "Well, come on!"
A/N: This is actually really hard for me to do; I wrote this story when I was super young. It has this essence of fun and carelessness that I know I can't ever capture again. I wanna come back to it but the tone shift already is way too noticeable, so I decided to completely revamp it. I'm kind of sad to do it, but here it is.
I still like having that element of fanfiction writing in my fanfiction writing, I get bored with serious stories so don't expect that either. Teen Wolf is goofy to me so, so are all my characters.
What do you think of the new Jocelyn so far?