The Young, Rich, and Vindicitve

Chapter 1

Authors Note; Here's a new story for you, guys. I've just started on the second chapter, and I'm working my hardest to get it done, as quickly as possible so you guys can get just a little bit more of an introduction to Abigail's character. But, all in all I'm super happy with this chapter. I don't commonly see many Jackson/OC sibling fics around, more of Scott/OC sibling than anything. But, I love those. Anyways, I'm cross posting this. Both on here, and Fanfiction.net. So, if you have a Fanfiction.net account, you can check it out on there two. Username, ElectraHearts. Also, I have a Polyvore, and I'll be posting the outfits for Abigail, ones for certain events and all that. My username is ElectraHeartss, so check that out, pls! 

Note: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters, I only own Abby.

                                                                             Chapter 1

I bounced my left leg nervously, trembling with both excitement and fear. I tapped my fingers against the arm rest. My first day at a new school, again - unfortunately. Just when things start to go my way, or work in my favor, something has to come and ruin it. Always. It never seems to fail. I've become accustomed to the feeling of moving, not entirely. I wasn't necessarily new to the whole concept, in any sense. I mean I knew what to expect, but I still get those crazy jitters and butterflies and it was a major problem, learning how to adjust to the school and my peers. I was used to being the popular girl, I had the money and the looks, obviously. But, I wasn't a stickler for the rules, and constantly found myself in trouble. This was probably my fifth different school since I started Jr. High. After my first school change in seventh grade, my step parents had sent me to a secondary school. It was horrendous. The discipline was to harsh and I was seriously regretting what I'd ever done back at school. because it had sent me here, and in the moment, I wanted to be as far away as possible from the place. But, three school changes later, I found myself here, Beacon Hills High School.

My brother fiddled with the collar on his leather jacket. Jackson had moved here after my first time getting expelled. He moved to the top of the food chain fast. Found himself with major popularity and the attention was almost always on him. When it wasn't, it was usually on his girlfriend, Lydia. I'd never met her, but the way he had talked about her, he seemed so absolutely love struck which was odd for Jackson. I'd never seen him in such a vu vulnerable state. Jackson was captain of the lacrosse team, has been since eighth grade. He was a lax head, through and through. It was strangely irritating, I mean lacrosse. Jackson and his strange addiction to it, was a whole new level of irritating. Boys running around with sticks and throwing balls at each other seemed pointless. But, the sport was created for a reason, right? A very pointless one, but still.

I pushed the stray hairs that had fallen from my bun behind my ear and huffed. Jackson was still staring in his rear view mirror, clearly admiring himself. I scoffed and flicked his forehead with my thumb and middle finger.

"I'm still the cuter twin, Jackson." I grinned at my brother and he mocked my expression. "Spoiled brat." He said through a fake cough and laughed. My mouth hung open slightly, ready to say something, but all that came out was, "Dick!" I yelled, punching his shoulder, hard. "Ow!" He cried in pain as a few teens that were walking in front of the car stopped in their tracks to stare at us.

I ignored them and got out of the car, I glared at my brother who returned to gawking at himself in the rear view mirror, after a few more minutes of self admiration he got out of the car also. It seemed like a century when he finally got over to the other side of the car where I was standing. Jackson stared at my outfit with an amused look.

"Wow, Abigail." Jackson chuckled, "It seems like your fashion choices get worse with every new school you get moved to." I laughed as I looked down at my baggy mint green and beige stripped sweater. "C'mon, it's not that bad." I smiled, showing the sweater off. Jackson rolled his eyes and I tugged on his ear, turning it a bright shade of red. I giggled as he held it in pain. "It's cold anyways, might as well keep warm." Jackson let out a deep throaty chuckle, "It's northern California. What were you expecting?" I gave him a frustrated look and sighed.