"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ"
in which mariana parker, who has a dark past, gets taken from it; sanctioning in beacon hills, california. she then meets scott mccall and stiles stilinski. it was only a matter of time before they find...
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MARIANA HAD SPENT THE LAST FEW daysnervous about school.she didn't know the first thing about making friends. hell, she didn't know the first thing about basic human interaction. not to mention she had never stepped foot in a school building, ever. the girl had gotten her education from the parkers. if she hadn't, the girl would have known nothing at all.
the girl had no social cues at all. the only influence she grew up with was narcissistic, ego inflated, murders who never cared for being nice. they told thing as it is. so of course that's all she knew how to do. disliking people was basically in her blood.
now here she was, dressing herself for her first day, thinking of millions of ways today could go wrong. she made her way down the staircase of her (massive) new house. the parkers were apparently loaded. how? it wasn't her business. she just knew money wouldn't be a problem and she wouldn't have to get a job.
she made her way to the kitchen, ignoring the conversation between elaina and kai. she sat with them at the table, clueless to how the two adults observed their zoned out teen mindlessly eating coco puffs
"nervous?" kai spoke up. the girl was snapped out her daze. "hmm?" she relied. "nervous?" he repeated. "nah, juuuust peachy" the girl replied, her voiced laced with sarcasm. she stuffed her face with the cereal, wanting to avoid conversation. the couple knew never to push her beyond what she allows. so they just let her be. after finishing her last spoon full, the girl got up from her spot at the table. "so we doing this or what"
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mariana stood in front of the last set of stairs at the school entrance. here's to being normal. she noticed the stares she got from other students and didn't think twice to stare back. she decided staying outside would be no better than going in so she decided on the latter.
she had no clue where to go. she walked the halls, looking around, hoping the main office would appear out of nowhere. she turned a corner, bumping into two figures.
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stiles stilinski walked the halls with scott mccall. the idiot wanted to go to derek hale (an alpha werewolf who killed the man that turned scott into a werewolf) for help on his tattoo he had gotten but healed. it was ugly anyways, stiles thought. "you want to ask derek for help? why? why?" the sarcastic teen asked his best friend.
"because he's got the triskele tattooed on his back, so, there has to be a way to do it without healing, right?" implied the taller boy. "yeah, but still, doesn't he have his hands a little full?" stiles replied, pointing to two 'missing person' papers on the school board hung in the hall. derek's betas. they had been missing all summer.
the two's attention was directed by a man speaking in the office. "and whatever happened in the library while i was gone, i want it cleared up" he spoke, the two boys eyes widening. "and what the hell is this?!" he continued, holding up a sword, most likely belonging to someone scott and stiles knew.
