Lena Whittemore

Hi, my name is Lena Whittemore. Yes, Jackson's sister. Little sister actually. He's the most popular boy in school, that's the only reason everyone knows me. I joined the volleyball team to make a name for myself, but all that did was get me three best friends. Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, and Isaac Lahey. Yeah I know, they're all guys. Well, I'm a tom girl, I don't hang out with my own gender enough, and besides, these guys are funny and we get along just fine. We do practically everything together.

"Alright, hit the showers ladies," Coach says and we all go into the locker room to shower. When I'm done showering I put on black skinny jeans and a grey v-neck with black converse. I put on deodorant and stuff and brush my hair into a ponytail. I don't wear make up by the way, I think it's gross.

When I'm done I put my uniform,gym shoes, and dirty clothes in my gym bag. I throw my bag over my shoulder and carry my volley ball. As soon as I leave the locker room and step out into the fresh air, I get crushed into a hug.

"You took so long in there," says my brother as he leads me to his car.

"It was only 10 minutes," I say and he shrugs.

"Well guess what," he asks.

"What," I furrow my brows.

"We're going for pizza," he says.

"Thank god, I've been eating celery sticks for a week," I groan and throw my bag and ball in the back seat.

"Oh, and guess who's coming with us," he says.

I frown but then hear a loud shriek. I turn around and see my brother's girlfriend running toward us.

"Lydia Martin," I ask, "how could you Jackson."

"Come on, she's great," he says and pats my shoulder.

When she reaches us he kisses her cheek and she studies me.

"She doesn't look like you very much," she says.

I take my bag and ball out of the car, "you can go hang out with her while I go somewhere else," I say angrily.

"Wait, don't go Lena," he says as I walk toward Scott, Isaac, and Stiles.

I turn around, "leave me alone Jackson," I say and turn back around.

I continue my walk over to the three boys. When I make it over there I set my stuff on the ground and sit down on the grass. They all crouch down to me.

"What's wrong," Scott asks and pokes my cheek.

"Nothing, it's just Jackson," I say.

"That dumbass," Stiles mutters.

Isaac punches him in the arm.

"Ow," Stiles exclaims, "what the hell was that for."

"That's her brother," he says.

"It's okay, he is a dumbass," I say and they laugh.

"Wanna go eat hotdogs at my house and talk about it," Stiles asks.

"Sure, why not," I say and we all stand up.

I grab my bag and ball and we go to Stiles's jeep.

We put our stuff in his trunk in get in. Stiles drives, I sit in the back with Isaac while Scott sits in the front with Stiles.

While we drive, Isaac takes off his seatbelt a sits comes closer to me. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and smiles.

"What are you doing," I ask suspiciously.