Love is funny / Stiles Stilinski

Part 1

" Time for school ladies," Victoria Argent, Allison and Atlanta's mother yelled.

WIth a groan, Atlanta got up and got dressed. Having naturally curly hair had it's perks, she didn't have to spend time screwing with it every morning unlike her sister Allison did. She headed downstairs and filled a bowl with the fresh fruit salad her mother had made. As she ate, her sister was standing in the bathroom trying to look her best for their first day at Beacon Hills High School. The Argents moved around a lot but their parents had said that Beacon Hills would most likely be permanent, so they had to make a good impression.

Atlanta saw her father walk into the kitchen, fixing one of his cuff links on his suit. 

" You like nice, dad," Atlanta smiled.

" Why thank you, Atlanta," Her dad said, laughing.

Allison came rushing into the kitchen, with her bag over her shoulder. " Are we leaving or what," Allison said, out of breath. Their dad nodded and grabbed the keys off the counter. The three of them started heading to the door, Atlanta making sure to grab her bag on her way out.

...

Their dad pulled into the parking lot and stopped, turning to the girls. " Have a good day girls, and stay out of trouble." 

Both girls nodded and got out of the car, heading inside. As they walked in, multiple people were staring at them, a few even whistling. They saw a strawberry blonde approaching them with a guy that just screamed huge ego on her arm. 

" Hi, I'm Lydia and the is my boyfriend Jackson," the girl said, cheerfully.

" Hey, I'm Allison and this is my twin sister, Atlanta," Allison said. Atlanta looked over at Jackson and noticed that he was looking her up and down with a smirk on his face that made her want to throw up. How dare he be looking at her like that with his girlfriend right next to him.

" I can show you guys to your lockers," Lydia said. Atlanta handed her a slip of paper that had her locker number and combination on it. Lydia looked at the paper and sighed.

" Your locker is next to two kids named Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski," Lydia said. Atlanta just shrugged and looked at her. She turned on her heel and started walking down the hall way. Down at the end she saw two boys standing against the lockers staring at them. One had a buzz cut and the other had hair that looked like the top of a mushroom. Lydia kept walking in the direction of the two boys causing them to look at each other with puzzled looks on their faces before they looked back at the four of them. 

Lydia stopped right next to the two boys and pointed to the locker right next to where the buzz cut kid was standing.

" This is your locker," Lydia said, handing the paper back to Atlanta. Jackson, Lydia and Allison then started walking somewhere else, no doubt going to find Allison's locker. Before Jackson kept walking he gave Atlanta one last glance before catching up with Lydia and Allison. Atlanta just rolled her eyes and turned to her locker. She opened it and put all of her school stuff that wasn't needed for her first class in the locker before shutting it, coming face to face with the two boys.]/

" Hi, I'm Stiles and this is Scott," the kid with the buzz cut said, smiling. 

" Hey, I'm Atlanta," she said.

" So, who was the girl you were with that looked like you," Scott said.

" That was my twin sister, Allison," Atlanta said.

" She's pretty," Scott said, dazed. 

" Yeah, I know, everyone we have ever met has told me that she was pretty," Atlanta sighed. Everyone really did say that to her not that anyone knew about it. Well, Scott and Stiles knew now.

" Really," Stiles said, His face contorted in disgust. Atlanta nodded. " Man, that sucks."

" Well, what's your first class," Scott said.

" Chem 2 with Mr. Harris," Atlanta replied.

" We do too," Scott said.

 They then started walking to class together. When they entered the class was almost full. There were only three seats open. One next to Allison and then a completely empty lab  table where the other two could sit.

" Scott, you can go sit with Allison," Atlanta said.

" Really," Scott said.

" Yeah, she looks like she likes you so," Atlanta replied. 

Scott smiled and went and sat next to Allison while Atlanta sat at the empty lab table with Stiles. Then, Mr. Harris walked in and class started. 

...

After another three classes it was finally lunch time. Atlanta had English with Stiles and they sat together, then she had history with Scott and Stiles where they all sat near each other then she had math with Lydia, Allison and Jackson. Neither of them spoke to her, they only spoke to each other like they were in their own little bubble and didn't notice her.

When she had gotten her food, her sister and her clique approached her. 

" Hey, do you wanna sit with us," Allison said, smiling at her sister.

" No, thank you, I think I will go sit with Scott and Stiles," Atlanta said, smiling back.

" Why, they are so weird," Lydia said, rolling her eyes.

" Because they don't ignore me when I sit with them in class," Atlanta said, a little more harshly than she intended. With that she walked over to where Scott and Stiles were sitting.

" Hey guys," Atlanta greeted as she sat down next to Scott.

" Hey, Atlanta," they said at the same time.

" What are you guys talking about," Atlanta said.

" Um, nothing," Stiles said, Scott nodding along with him.

" Ok, did you guys hear about the lacrosse tryouts today," Atlanta said, excitedly.

" Yeah, we are actually gonna be trying out," Scott said.

" Oh cool, good luck, I hope you guys make the team," Atlanta smiled. Unlike Allison, Atlanta was a sports fan and she just so happened to really like to watch lacrosse.

The three of them spent the rest of lunch talking about lacrosse and how Mr. Harris was a terrible teacher. Atlanta said that she actually liked Mr. Harris and thought he was a good teacher, the boys just looked at her like she was crazy. Atlanta liked school and loved to learn new things. Atlanta was really smart and some of her classes were advanced courses because the regular ones weren't challenging enough for her.

Over the years, Atlanta has learned several languages, was CPR certified and worked as a nurses assistant, and gotten very skilled with archery and hand-to-hand combat. She continued to learn new languages and other things that could help her get into the best college she can.

... 

After school, Mr. Argent came and picked up the girls. The car ride was mostly silent until ten minutes before they were home Mr. Argent asked them how their first day at school went.

When they finally arrived home, Atlanta went straight to her room and started her chem homework. She found it extremely easy and finished it in 20 minutes. When she had finished, Allison walked into her room.

" I think I like Scott," She blurted out

" I think I like Stiles," Atlanta replied.