Amber Eyes (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

Chapter 2 ~ The Guy With The Blue Jeep

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE SHOW'S PLOTLINE, OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN MY OCs. THE REST OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO MTV. I ADDED SOME OF MY OWN SCENES AND ADDED SOME OF MY OCs INTO SCENES FROM THE ACTUAL SHOW, AND VARIED THE PLOT SLIGHTLY TO WORK IN MY OWN LITTLE PLOT, BUT OTHER THAN THAT EVERYTHING BELONGS TO MTV AND THE WRITERS OF TEEN WOLF.  

Chapter 2 ~ The Guy with the Blue Jeep

*Patrice's POV*

"Patrice. Patriiiccceee. Patrice!" I groggily open my eyes to see my mom looking down at me with her hand on my shoulder, shaking it to wake me up. "It's time for your first day of school." I groan loudly at the thought of having to go to school. A new school, no less!

"Alright, alright. I'm up, I'm up," I say in my groggy morning voice. My mom just chuckles at me and leaves the room so I can get ready for the day. I look at the time on my phone; 5:45 A.M. 'Okay, I have PLENTY of time to get ready and actually eat something for breakfast,' I think to myself. First thing's first: the brushing of the teeth. Putting on my glasses,, I start walking to my bathroom to brush my teeth. Once I'm finished, I take off my pajamas and get in the shower, letting the water wash away my worries for the day (or at least some of them.)

"Don't worry, Patrice. Everything is gonna be fine. It's just the first day that you need to get through. After that, it'll be smooth sailing," I say to myself as I get out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around myself, I quickly take my meds and grab my inhaler to put in my Harry Potter messenger bag for school. I walk to my suitcases that I was too lazy to unpack last night to choose an outfit. After about 10 minutes, I finally decide on a pair of light blue ripped skinny jeans, a Star Wars t-shirt and my all black Chuck Taylor converse sneakers. Finishing off the outfit with a blue plaid flannel and my black Harry Potter beanie, I do my hair, put on the bracelets and my necklace that I wear every day, and put on my perfume so I can finally head downstairs to eat some food.

"Hey, mom," I say to my mom as I grab a chocolate chip granola bar from the cabinet. She turns to me and greets me back. Since I am EXTREMELY nervous about my first day at a new school today, my stomach is full of butterflies, which is why I only grabbed a granola bar. Or maybe 8.... What? I really like granola bars, okay? Don't judge!

"So, are you excited for your first day at a new school?" My mom asks. I groan and roll my eyes, feeling overwhelmed with mixed emotions as I direct my attention toward my mother.

"Mom, I've never been the new kid at a school in my ENTIRE LIFE. I'm a nerdy, quirky, dorky, spastic, socially awkward, overly-sarcastic teenage fangirl who almost never stops talking, who has an addiction to tv shows, the internet, social media, books, and awesome movies. I'm going into my sophomore year today, with no idea how I'm going to make any friends. So, yeah, I'm just bursting with joy and excitement." I exclaim with my usual over-exuberant and spastic hand movements. My mom just smiled at me, grabbed her purse, and directed me to our car so I can drop her off at work so I can take our car for the day, which is our system. I would drop her off at work, go to school, and then pick her up when her shift is over. Once my mom gets her new car tonight, then our beloved 1980 CJ-5 Cherry Red Jeep will be all mine.

The car ride was absolutely silent. Well, besides the music playing on the radio and the GPS telling me where to go, since I don't exactly remember where everything is. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would puke (which would be bad because this car is my baby.) I clutched the steering wheel so tight that I was starting to cut off the circulation in my fingers. We soon arrived at the hospital, where my mom would be starting her first day at her new job. I stopped the car and look at my mom to see that she was already looking at me. She had this demeanor that told me she was excited for this fresh start and to see familiar faces that we left behind when we moved. She also held concern for my well-being because she knows that when I get really nervous or upset, I get a panic attack. I smiled softly at her.