girl almighty // s. stilinski [1]

this is going to be interesting

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Everyone always said she'd end up in the back of a police car.

The musty smell of the back seat fills her nostrils, a mix of men's cologne and B.O. Unfortunately, she can tell it is coming from the two male deputies sat in the two front seats before her, sweat staining the brown shirts of their uniforms. The black, leather seats are uncomfortable in the hot, humid summer air that breezes through the rolled down windows, messing up her red hair even more than it already is.

Her sapphire eyes stare at the space between the two police officers' heads out at the road, wondering how long this car ride could possibly take. The police station, it seems, is a longer journey than it should be.

The aforementioned police station houses the employment of her new foster father. She has only had a brief meeting with the older man, and she had been skeptical at first. A single man taking in a sixteen, almost seventeen, year old girl? However, she had been informed that he also fathers a biological son and is the Sheriff of the Beacon Hills Sheriff Department. It had eased her conscience some.

When she met Noah Stilinski, he was without his son. She hadn't minded, and from what she could tell, Noah was extremely nice. Immediately, he offered his first name as means of addressing, and hopefully Dad—if they ever came to that point.

He asked her about her past foster homes, and she had been honest with him. A majority of them had been horrendous. Noah was very sympathetic, and he told her he would do everything in his power to make sure that he was the best foster father she would ever had.

She told him it would not take much effort.

So, here she sits, her denim-short-clad thighs sticking to the black leather seats of the musty-smelling cop car, her back sweat soaking through the dark color of her t-shirt. She feels coated in a thick layer of grime, and she prays for the moment she can feel the sweet relief of shower water raining down on her.

A sudden lurch causes the girl to fly forward in her seat, smashing her head against the headrest of the driver's seat in front of her. Wincing, she lifts her hand up to her forehead, rubbing the sensitive spot and pushing her thin-wired glasses further up her nose. She glares daggers at the back of the driver's head, wishing it would have some effect on him. The man simply smirks at her in the rearview mirror, making her roll her eyes.

The two cops get out of the car, the one who had rudely slammed on the breaks into a parking spot opening the door for her. Mockingly, he offers her a hand to get out, but she simply ignores it, instead using the side of the vehicle to tear her thighs from the leather seats and pull herself out. The deputy shrugs, shutting the door as the other deputy opens the trunk to get her bags out of the back.