Arabella craved an adventure, she had always been one to throw herself in the deep end. She longed for her own independence, something NEW. Taking the reins, she ventured past the boarders of the Salvatore School to a seemingly 'normal' town; Beacon...
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Mindlessly wondering through the corridors, Arabella was quite frankly, bored. She had promised to wait for Allison whilst she spoke to Jackson incase 'additional support' was needed, punching him in the face would be quite amusing.
As she turned the corner, a figure collided with hers. She took a step back, noticing a boy from some of her classes. Matt? Was it?
"You just scared the hell out of me." He chuckled, stepping back for a second. "I'm sorry I should have watched where I was going."
"It's okay." Ari smiled fakely, "shouldn't you be in the cafeteria, or like, at a locker like everyone else?" sarcasm in her tone to mimic a warm atmosphere, though she did think he was pretty..odd to say the least.
"Oh, yeah, uh I just came from the locker room." His hand pointing backwards to the direction he came from. "I just had some things to do." His voice rushed.
Bella nodded, about to leave as he turned to speak again.
"Uh, hey, did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, they've got some big names spinning." She saw his attempt to start a conversation, pausing in her step as she listened to his words.
"Like a rave or something?"
"Well is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a party. But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you're down. Want me to get you one?"
Painfully uninterested, she sent him a smile. "Yeah okay, great."
"Yeah? Alright cool. Um it's friday so i'm looking forward to it."
"Okay." She closed, hoping the conversation had finally ended. "See you there?"
"I'm sure Stiles won't mind." His tone not genuine as he tried to whisper his words, unbeknownst to her hearing abilities.
Stiles? How the hell does he know about Stiles? She thought, pausing for a moment before shaking it off. Probably nothing, right?
- - -
"What the hell do you mean Erica knows?!"
"I mean she figured it out. It was an accident!" Stiles defended, arms sprawling as he spoke. Both him and Arabella were now on the hunt for the blonde werewolf, though it didn't take long for them to find her side, near the boys locker room.
"Hey Erica! You can't tell Derek okay?" Stiles pressured as all three of them turned to the corner, Erica didn't really seem interested at all. "There's a lot more to this that you don't know about."
"And just because you have the alpha bite makeover doesn't give you the license to go around destroying people." He began to lecture, finally making the blonde pause as she turned to face him. Arabella was content a couple feet away, she really couldn't care less, she knew Stiles would be unsuccessful. The werewolf was just too stubborn.
