Chapter 3: Meeting the Queen
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, so now I can just go cry in a corner.
So after I caught up with Alison and she told me how her mom called acting all mom-like the vice- principal finally came out to us.
"Sorry to keep you both waiting." He said to us as we started walking to our first class. "So it says San Francisco is where you grew up?"
I snorted under my breath, knowing that I and Allison never stay in one place too long. "No, but my family lived there for more than a year with is unusual for them." Ally answered him, after giving me a side glance.
"What about you, Fiona?" He turned his questions to me.
"I move around a lot too. I'm always visiting family members." I replied. I glance at Allison, by her expression she knows exactly what I mean about visiting.
He smiled at us, "Well hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while." We continued to walk till we neared the door of our English classroom. He pushed opened the door and said, "Class these are our new students, Allison and Fiona Argent. Just do your best to make them feel welcome." He stated, and then walked out the room, leaving us stranded in the front of the classroom. So much for feeling welcomed.
Allison and I walked down the aisle of desk. She ended up picking a seat behind a tall tan boy with curly hair and puppy eyes. Does everybody here have curly hair? I ask myself still thinking about the Isaac character, I met earlier. Like her, I picked a seat in the back but I picked a seat closer to the window. I turned to look at Ally after settling in, but in return I saw the boy in front of her hand her a pen. I smiled at the confused look, then the small smile on her face. I was mentally laughing at how this boy might be the one to break little Allison's vow for no boys.
After class, Allison and I walked to our adjoining lockers. "So, who was Mr. I- have- puppy- eyes- so- here's- my- pen?" I asked my cousin. I watched as her face, was suddenly graced with a smile and a blush.
"He was just being nice. He does have pretty nice eyes doesn't he?" Allison said in a faraway voice. I grinned.
"I said he had puppy eyes. I never said he had nice eyes. Oh Ally, not to get girly because you know that's not my style, but you totally are crushing on him!" I said the last part in a high shrilly voice to annoy her, as we reached are lockers.
"Be quiet before he hears you!" she whisper-yells at me. I turn around and see the guy in question, standing down the hallway with another boy. The friend seems to be talking and Puppy Eyes is paying no attention and is instead watching my dear cousin. Ugh, young love, so consuming and stalker-ish.
Out of nowhere, a strawberry blonde struts up to my cousin. "That jacket is absolutely killer, where'd you get it?" She questioned Allison, totally ignoring my presence. Rude much?
"My mom was a buyer for a boutique in San Francisco," She replied promptly.
"And you are my new best friend." She said pointing at Allison. Then she descends her Queen Bee powers on me. "Your dress is absolutely gorg," I internally laugh at how she shortens the word gorgeous. "Guess?" she asked the brand.
"No, Jack Willis." I said, standing taller.
She nodded, "You both now are my best friends."
As if on cue, another unknown face shows up and wraps his arms around my new "best friend" and makes out with her right in front of us. Guessing how she said his name, this is a regular occurrence for them. She finally told us her name, Lydia.
"So are you guy's sisters?" Jackson asked us, bluntly.
"Oh, she wishes she was cool enough to be my sister." I retorted at Jackson. Allison shoved my shoulder.
"No, she's sadly my cousin." Allison said smiling.
Lydia suddenly bounced back into perky mode, "So, this weekend there's a party."
"A party," I asked curiously. Allison gives me a look.
"Yeah, Friday night. You both should come." Jackson stated to us.
"Uh, we can't we have…" Allison trails off.
Me being the best cousin, I am quickly picked up for her, "Family Night, this Friday. Thanks for asking. Allison shoots me a grateful look.
But, Jackson won't give up," Are you sure, because everyone's going from scrimmage?"
"You mean like football?" Allison asked, obviously from Jackson's face that was the wrong thing to say.
"Football's a joke here in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse; we've won State Championship for the last three years.
Lydia could not miss a chance to brag about her hunk of a boyfriend, "Because of a certain team captain." She said playing with his brown locks.
"We're practicing in a few minutes that is if you have nothing to do." Jackson inquired.
"Actually we were-"Lydia cut Allison's sentence of and it took everything in my not to snort at my cousin's failure. She gave me a glare.
"Perfect!" Lydia chirped. She pulled Allison hand and in turn, Ally grabbed mine.
We girls walked out on the field, making idle chit chat. Lydia led us to short bleachers and we took a seat. Allison sat in the middle of Lydia and I. Allison was staring intently at somebody on the field, if my cousin is staring intently at somebody I better know who this person is! She tilts her head towards Lydia, "Who is that?" she said, still looking at the player. I automatically notice it to be Sir Puppy Eyes A lot. I smirk at Allison's obsessiveness.
"Him?" Lydia asked, "I'm not sure who he is, why?" she suspiciously asked Ally.
Before I can spill the beans about Allison wanting to ravage is lacrosse playing body, she elbows me and said, "He's in my English class." She stated ending the conversation about mystery boy.
After that, I watch him, so does Allison but I'm not thinking of doing naughty things with him. When the ref blows the whistle, he holds his head in his hands like he's in tremendous pain. While he's still holding his head some butt face starts and throws the ball and it hits him in his face. It knocks him off of his feet and causes multiple people to laugh at him. I feel bad for him.
He jumps back up rolling his shoulders, preparing for the next ball to come. Then, he surprises everybody, including himself, by catching the ball smoothly. Then, he starts to catch the next one and the one after that, it truly is shocking. The boy, that he was standing next to earlier, is cheering loudly on the bench. He must be his best friend. After he continues to catch balls, Jackson's ego must be going down because he cuts to the front of the line to have a shot. Everybody on the field must know this means business because it grows silent. Jackson takes off sprinting and throws the ball from the net, with all his might and the boy, who got hit in the face at beginning of practice, caught it like it was merely tossed to him.
The crowd burst into cheers, I don't know who's louder the best friend or Lydia. The look Jackson gave Lydia was so hilarious that I couldn't resist laughing.
A/N: Thank you to , Guest, and ZebraStripeParty for reviewing, they have helped me a lot. I'm making my chapters longer (this was the longest) and will continue to make them longer. Thank you to everybody who, favorite and followed. Peace, love, and rubber gloves. (I love you forever if you know who says that!)