That week before school started had been a pretty good one, Shiloh figured.
She'd been painting on the endless supply of canvases that Natalie kept handing her, instead of buildings. She smoked when Lydia brought Prada outside to use the bathroom, and the strawberry blonde hadn't commented on it other then wrinkling her nose dramatically at the smell every time.
Speaking of Lydia, the two had been getting along quite well, they weren't extremely close though that would after all take time. They complemented each other in the ways that while Lydia was outgoing Shiloh was shy and just a tad withdrawn, Lydia was girly and Shiloh was more laid back and edgy.
Lydia was actually really smart even though she didn't like to show it, she had a nice sense of humor most of the time, and she let Shiloh have her space without any complaint, Although Shiloh had a suspicion that, that might have something to do with the fact that she wasn't that comfortable around the quiet tattooed girl just yet.
She had introduced her to a couple of her closer friends, a bottle blonde girl named Julie who had wrinkled her nose at her and smiled big and fake stating that it was nice to meet her, a pretty African girl who was a little more genuine but just as shallow, Danny who was a genuinely nice person, who talked to her quietly and didn't get impatient with her blushing and lack of words, and her Boyfriend.
Jackson had been a surprise to just about every one, though he was kind of an asshole most of the time and a straight out dick to anyone he didn't like, he was well on the way to becoming one of Shiloh's best friends. He was adopted when he was a baby and while that was different then her situation he could sympathize with her.
And while Jackson strived for greatness and wanted to be the best at every thing he did, the center of attention. And Shiloh acted out, expressing herself though music and art, and tended to be shy and withdrawn, they understood each other.
Jackson had started to look at the beautiful broken girl as a little sister, he was softer with her like he was with Lydia, but obviously with a different context. He made sure that the jocks didn't make her uncomfortable, and brought her out of her shell more by teasing her lightly. And she looked at him as a protector of sorts and had put him into place with her big brown eyes and soft spoken words a record number of times that first week she had known them.
Now she sat anxiously on the morning of her first day of school, While Lydia did her makeup like she had insisted the day before, huffing every time Shiloh fidgeted. "Shiloh this is never gonna get done if you don't sit still!" Lydia scolded her with her Mascara wand causing her to lean back out of the way of it.
"I'm sorry!" She hissed quietly her lips set in a pout as she crossed her arms over her chest and forced herself to sit still, "Thank you." Lydia huffed going back to work of her lashes.
That last a few minutes before Shiloh's foot started tapping again, Lydia sighed in defeat putting the brush down, "There is no reason to be nervous, you'll do fine." She assured her shaking her shoulders lightly.
"You really think so?" Shiloh asked doubtfully biting her plush bottom lip.
"Oh course," Lydia said fixing one of her already perfect strawberry blonde curls in the mirror, "I mean you have me." She said boastfully winking at herself in the mirror.
Shiloh rolled her eyes in amusement, "Here check yourself out." Lydia smirked handing her a mirror.
Shiloh gasped at her reflection, her makeup was a lot more natural then Lydia's but it was done just as beautifully. Her skin was flawless and dewy, her cheeks had a little bit of color in them, her lashes where coated in several layers of black mascara causing them to curl and standout around her doe eyes, and her plush lips where sensually glossy.
All in all she still looked like herself just- beautiful.
Lydia squealed lightly clasping her hand together under her chin proudly, "You're now pretty enough to be my friend."
"But your fashion sense could use some work." She said eyeing her outfit distastefully.
Shiloh glanced down at her outfit, a pair of nice black skinny jeans, a loose grey shirt, that said 'its only rock and roll' in faded white letters, over that she had on a tan and black flannel and a pair of grey low top converse.
The only tattoos that were visible was the words 'Baby Girl' on her knuckles and the rose on her neck depending on which way she turned her head.
"I like my clothes, their comfortable." She insisted brushing a lose chocolate brown curl out of her eyes.
"Fine but at least put this on." Lydia relented tossing something out of her closet at her.
She caught it with one hand holding it up in front of her. It was a stylish and expensive black leather jacket. She eyed Lydia warily. "Are your sure?"
"Of course," Lydia waved her off, "In fact you can keep it if you like, it's not my style but its so gorgeous I couldn't pass it up, plus it was on sale."
Shiloh slipped the buttery leather over she shoulders taking a look in the mirror. She bit her lip to hide the grin at her appearance.
"Lydia? Thank you."
...
Lydia flounce out of her little powder blue bug as soon as it was in park, Shiloh took a minute to get herself together blowing out a shaky sigh, and shaking her hands out. "Calm down Shi (Shy) you got this. You don't give a shit what people think about you. Your in total control." She made a face at herself at the words she was muttering trying to convince herself that they were true, "Who are you kidding your a hurricane." She whined, rolling her eyes with a groan before pulling herself out of the car and following a few paces behind Lydia's strut.
She caught up in time to hear someone call out to her friend, "Hey Lydia you look.." He trailed off as she strutted by without giving him a glance, "Like your gonna ignore me."
Shiloh let out a tiny giggle to herself watching the exchange, but apparently the boy and his friend heard her because his head snapped over to look at her. Shiloh thought he was cute with his moles and honey colored eyes and fuzzy brown buzz cut. Which is why her entire face flushed when his eyes widened almost comically at the sight of her, his mouth parting slightly in shock.
Stiles was honestly stunned, after having Lydia ignore him he was embarrassed at the sound of the giggle that followed the exchange. He turned expecting to find one of Lydia's bitchy followers, but instead his eyes landed on a beautiful brunette with glossy lips and big doe eyes. Her entire face flushes an adorable pink color when his eyes widen, that causing his lips to part in shock.
She tightens her hold on her bag at the attention drawing his eyes to her tattoo knuckles just visible under the sleeves of her flannel. He swallows thickly. He meets her eyes again talking himself up to speak to her, when Lydia's high pitched voice rings out behind them shaking him out of his trance.
"Shiloh!"
The pretty brunette -Shiloh- jumps a small yelp falling from her mouth causing her to duck her head in embarrassment her brown curls hiding her face, while she hurries into school behind the strawberry blonde leaving Stiles curious to who she was exactly and how she new Lydia.
"Dude" Scott scoffed hitting him in the arm.
"What?" He said defensively, shaking his hand off his arm.
Scott snorts, "Nothing its just...maybe this'll be the year you finally get over Lydia."
Stiles' heart stutters and he wipes his sweaty hands on his pants muttering quietly to himself.
"Yeah Maybe."
...
Shiloh just barely made it through her classes, hiding in the back and blushing every time the teachers had to announce she was new like it was the law.
She did however briefly meet a girl named Allison who was apparently new to, she only had two classes with Lydia and two with Jackson she had a few with Danny. But she still wasn't feeling happy about it, this whole new school thing wasn't her type of thing.
In her old school everybody knew who she was, she wasn't any less shy or more popular, they just knew of her. She was the girl whose whole body was covered in ink, the girl who walked around with 'baby girl' written on her knuckles and 'wild child' written on the back of her thighs right under her butt.
The one who cut class to climb onto the roof and smoke. The girl who was arrested for tagging. The girl who's mom was a drunk.
And now? The girl who disappeared.
Now she had to walk around with those same tattoos and cigarettes and let a whole new school of people get used to her and her habits.
She was standing at her locker which just happened to be next to the cute boy with the buzz cut, who kept opening and closing his mouth like he was gonna say something but never really got there.
Stiles was floored and a little bit overjoyed when Shiloh happened to stop at the locker right next to his and enter the combination, Stiles had grinned at her watching her smile back and blush like she had earlier.
He was determined to talk to her this time but thanks to his ADHD his brain wouldn't focus on a topic long enough to get a sentence out. He was gonna comment on her knuckle tattoo's that he now could see said 'baby girl' he was gonna ask if that was her nickname of if she just liked it. He was gonna introduce himself, ask if she liked Beacon Hills, where she moved from. How she knew Lydia.
He was maybe gonna ask if she liked watermelon flavored candy like he did, or if she hated grape soda as much as him. He might've asked her if her mom was a pretty as she was but then decided that sounded creepy. Finally he just snapped his mouth shut wincing in defeat.
Shiloh giggled, she bit her lip and took a deep breath deciding to take pity on the boy, even is she way painfully shy, he looked like he was trying pretty hard. And it wasn't just because she though he looked extra cute with that sad defeated pout on his face.
So she swung her locker door shut and smiled shyly at him thrusting her hand out, "Shiloh." She said softly.
Stiles was once again momentarily stunned, this girl who was friends with Lydia, who was beautiful, who had watched him make a fool of himself now twice today had, talked to him first. She smiled her pretty smile and held out her tattooed hand shyly stating her name and he - he- He was gaping like an idiot.
He quickly shook himself out of it gripping her hand gently, "Stiles. Stilinski. Stiles Stinlinski, thats uh, that's my name." He sputtered.
She smiled brighter at his flounder biting her lip in a way that made his stomach turn as she watched him, "Nice to meet you Stiles." She giggled, and he melted smiling goofily, "Same to you Shiloh." He say cheekily causing her to giggle once again.
"So uh did you just-" The conversation was cut short by Lydia once a again who had sped by yelling "Shiloh! There you are come on!" grabbing her arm and pulling her behind her and out of Stiles' grip, she smiled back at him flustered and apologetic, Stiles waved pathetically.
"Stiles there you are!" Stiles turned to grin at his best friend and their friend Harley who both came to stand next to his locker though the two boys weren't very atentative to the conversation, too busy watching Allison talk to Shiloh and Lydia who had dragged her over there from across the hall.
...
Lydia drug a flustered Shiloh over to meet Allison, who looked startled as Lydia twirled her strawberry blonde curls around her finger and Introduced herself and Shiloh and commented on her jacket. Her mouth running a mile a minute until it was occupied by something else, and by something else Shiloh meant Jackson, who swooped in next to her and pressed a hard kiss to her lips, causing Shiloh to roll her eyes and wrinkle her nose while Allison look away uncomfortably.
Once they pulled apart, Jackson Pulled Shiloh to his other side dropping a kiss to the top of her head, "Hey Shiloh." He greeted with a charming grin, she grinned back nudging him with her elbow so he let her go, "Hey Jacks."
He then stuck his hand out to Allison, introducing himself and then Lydia jumped right into the fact that she was having a party. "So this Friday there's a party."
"A party?" She questioned warily.
"Yeah you should totally come." Jackson said politely.
"Oh I uh can't it's family night this Friday." Allison said.
Shiloh smiled, she could see through the obvious lie and grinned at Allison who flushed. She wouldn't say anything though, to be honest she probably wouldn't be going either if it wasn't for the fact that she now lived there.
"You sure? Every one's going after the scrimmage." Lydia said.
"You mean like football?" Allison asked innocently and Shiloh winced. She had been thoroughly lectured on Lacrosse in the week that she'd been here.
"Footballs a joke." Jackson scoffed.
"The Sport here is Lacrosse." Shiloh informed quietly, with a reassuring smile.
"We've won the championship three years in a row." Jackson boasted.
"Because of a certain team captain." Lydia bragged playing with a piece of his hair. Shiloh made a face at Allison causing her to stifle a laugh.
"Practice is about to start if you don't have any where else to go?" Lydia offered.
"Oh well I was going to-"
"Perfect your coming!" Lydia squealed grabbing her arm to drag her along, like she had done to Shiloh minutes before.
Shiloh laughed lightly at her antics, catching Stiles' eyes once more, she gave him a grin.
"Shiloh!"
She yelped and then huffed, muttering "I need a cigarette." She followed Lydia to the field.
...
Shiloh stood at the edge of the field a cigarette in between her pink lips while Lydia and Allison sat on the bleachers.
"Six minutes." She heard somebody say.
She turned to see Stiles in a uniform eyeing the Cigarette in her mouth, she took it out, "Excuse me?"
"Every cigarette takes six minutes off your life." He stated waving a hand towards it.
She looked at it for a minute before shrugging, brining it back to her lips she took a long drag, before tilting her chin up and blowing smoke rings into the air above their heads.
The movement let Stiles catch a glimpse of a rose Tattoo on her neck, making him wonder just how many she had.
"Life's a hell of a thing to happen to a person anyways, who says I want to endure it six minutes longer?" She said the cigarette helping with her shyness- and filter.
He chuckles rubbing a hand down the back of his neck, "Yeah I guess you could look at it that way."
She grinned at him, dropping the cigarette butt into the grass and stomping it out with the toe of her shoe.
She crossed her arms in defense against the cold and nodded toward the field, "Is that your friend?" Shiloh asked nodding to the floppy haired one she saw with him earlier.
"Wha?" Stiles turned to see her pointing at Scott who he just noticed had been put into goal, he winced. That's not good. "Yeah that's Scott he's my best friend." Stiles informed her.
She nodded both of them turning to watch the field when the whistle blew. They also both took note of the way that Scott was clutching his head, and then wincing when he got hit in the head with a ball. Shiloh gasped, her hands flying to her mouth, "Is he okay?"
Stiles smiled slightly at her concern, "Scott? Yeah he's fine, don't worry." Stiles waved her off.
Both of them cheered side by side, when Scott caught every other ball thrown that practice. "Wow, he's really good." Shiloh said nudging him with her elbow.
He grinned back though it was a little forced, he knew that Scoff wasn't that good, and it was starting to worry him a little but he didn't want to say anything about it, especially to the girl he just met.
After the practice had ended and they were getting ready to leave Shiloh watched Stiles pack up his gear with a bitten lip, before blurting out, "Are you going to the party?"
"Huh?" Stiles said stunned at her sudden question watching as she blushed for the fourth time that day.
"The party, at Lydia's on Friday. Are you going?" She asked nervously itching for another cigarette.
Stiles stuttered, "Uh yeah- Yes!" Before clearing his throat. "Yes i'm going."
She grinned, "Okay so I guess i'll see you there?"
"Sure!" Sties grinned.
"Good."
"Shiloh!"
She groaned.
"I'm Coming!"