Clara Reyes was just like any other girl. She had a great sister, had outstanding grades and had a great best friend.
Life was going smoothly for Clara, until she and her best friend Isaac met the alpha Derek Hale. On top of this, Clara has to deal...
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~~~ "Erica! Where did you put my jacket!" The ebony haired girl ran to her little sister's room in a panicked state to find her favourite jacket. It was her first night on the graveyard shift with her best friend Isaac and she didn't want to leave a bad impression on him after she begged him for this job. So, she burst through the blondes room as she starts to search under the piles of clothes on her vanity. Little did Clara know that she was going to find a lot more than her jacket in this pile of clothing. Her favourite grey shirt that she lost 2 years ago that just happened to go missing when it was Erica's turn to do the laundry or a pair of her pink, sensory socks that she won in a raffle a couple of months ago. Usually Clara would be in a furious state at her sister but she doesn't have time for this so she continues to search through the clothing pile. The blonde walks into her room to see her older sister going through all the stuff.
"Erica, hey, do you know where-" there it was. Sitting perfectly on Erica's waist as her eyes trail back up to her brown eyes. She doesn't say anything, just places out her palm as she signals to hand it over. Erica sighs as she unties the black and purple stripped jacket from around her waist, handing it back over to its original owner. Clara quickly shoved the jacket over her head as she glared at her younger sister while finishing tying her shoes.
"When I get back, we're gonna have a little conversation about each others property, alright?" the black haired girl ordered as the blonde pouted her lips in an upset manner. Clara looked at her sisters manipulating puppy eyes as she sighed annoyed.
"Okay, you can keep the socks and the shirt but not the jacket, you got it?" Erica's eyes sparkled with appreciation as she hugged her sister. Clara quickly hugged her back as she waved her little sister goodbye. Erica returned the favour as Clara bolted out of her room to catch up with her already dressed mum. By the time the black haired girl got down the stairs her mother was checking her watch impatiently mixing with the tapping of her foot, her annoyed gaze met Clara's worried face.
"What took you so long?" Clara could tell she was in trouble by the tone of her voice. Valarie Reyes wasn't a very happy woman to come by. Nothing could make this woman happy. Literally nothing. So Clara just tuned out while her mother rambled about her not being organised enough which then lead to ruing her own night. Soon, she started to cool off but kept her eyebrows furrowed as she opened the door for her eldest daughter. The sun was just starting to set as the amber glow was casted on the black bmw parked on the driveway. The pair walked to the car as Clara hopped into the passenger side and Valarie hopped into the drivers seat. Before she knew it they were on the road, driving through the dark roads of the sleeping town called Beacon Hills. Isaac wondered why Clara wanted this shift so much, but the real reason is that she loved working at night. Being in the cool, brisk air in a quiet cemetery was exactly what her body is needing and nothing too exciting happens in a cemetery. Well except for the grave robbers and drunks now and again. The lampposts made Clara's face glow, enhancing her sharp features. She looked out the front windscreen as her blue eyes widened in excitement. There, standing right next to the large, red, brick sign with the writing 'Beacon Hills Cemetery' was no other than her best friend Isaac Lahey. His nose crinkled as his mouth curved into a smile. Clara hurriedly placed a kiss on her mother's sharp jaw as she jumped out of the car, being careful not to slam the door and make her mum more furious than she already is. She jumps into his arms being coddled with a foreign smell. New aftershave perhaps? She pulls away looking at his visible dimples and half squinted eyes contrasting cutely with his soft smile.
