Blue

one

Asher and Camille sat on a bench in front of their new school, quietly talking to one another and waiting for the vice principal. Asher's phone buzzed in the pocket of her light gray sweatshirt and held it out so both girls could see the screen.

It was their best friend from Australia, Violet. She is the only person to ever know about their 'little fishy problem'. Asher pressed the green accept button and put the speaker on so that they could both hear, but instantly regretted it as Violet screamed into the phone,

"My favorite fishes!" Asher and Camille moved their heads away slightly from the phone. "We're the only 'fishes' you know, Violet." Camille said, using quotation marks when she said fishes, and the girls could practically hear Violet roll her eyes.

"I know that you silly guppy!" Violet replied, and everything was silent as Asher stared blankly at the screen before opening her mouth to speak. "So we're your favorite mermaids by default?"

Camille bite back giggles, but couldn't help the amused grin slowly forming on her face as she heard Violet stumbling with her words. Asher looked up from the phone slightly when she heard clicking footsteps, and saw that a dark skinned man was walking towards them, wearing a charcoal gray suit and a polite smile.

Asher ended the call without another word, cutting off Violet's endless rambling, and Camille hit her on the backside of her head. "What was that for?!" Asher exclaimed, her lips now curled into a grimace as she patted the back of her head where her sister had hit her. "You could've said goodbye to Violet at least!" Camille exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest and looking disappointed at her red haired older sister.

Asher was older by four minutes, and because it was four and not three, they were technically born on separate days. They look nothing alike, Camille looking like the rest of her family, bright blue eyes, pale skin, and curly light blonde hair.

Asher on the other hand, was blessed with high cheekbones, chocolate brown eyes, and light brown hair which she had dyed red months ago, and kept dying it that color everytime it started washing out. She had gotten her beautiful features from her great grandmother.

"Yeah, well I saw the vice principal guy comin', and now he's here, so stop talkin'." Asher said with a huff and Camille scoffed. "Just because you are four minutes older than me, does not mean I have to listen to you!" Camille said loudly, looking away from her smirking sister. "Technically it does though." Asher said smugly, and the vice principal cleared his throat, both girls heads snapping to him, and while Camille looked sheepish and embarrassed, Asher looked smug and smirky, per the usual.

"Sorry sir." Camille muttered lowly, and started walking towards him, while Asher simply rolled her mocha eyes and began walking as well. "So you two are from Australia, am I correct?" He asked, trying to make small talk like he did with Allison Argent when she had come only a few days prior, only to receive a nod from Camille and to have Asher mutter, "Obviously." under her breath.

The vice principal sighed, and his polite façade faded before he straightened his tie and forced a smile onto his clearly uncomfortable face as they walked down the halls to their first class.

Mr. Harris.

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The door clicked open, interrupting the stoic teacher mid-sentence.

The vice principal walked inside, ushering two girls inside. One had the brightest red hair, with sunglasses resting on her head, just above her forehead, and brown eyes that gleamed with mischief. She looked around the class but stopped at Stiles, a faint hue of pink mixing onto her cheeks before she looked away.

The other had pale white-blonde hair that lay down on her shoulders in wavy curls, and bright blue eyes that held so much innocence it was almost painful. She had on a small bashful smile and felt her face heat up when she made eye contact with the strawberry blonde herself, Lydia Martin.

"I'll take the one next to the cute guy in the back okay?" Asher whispered to her sister, not knowing that Scott heard every word and was now trying to hide a smile.

"Class, these are our newest students, Ashley and Camille Thomson, they've come a long way so let's help them feel welcome in their new home." The vice principal said, smiling fakely before quickly walking out.

The girls looked at each other and then nodded, a slightly blushing Asher going to the back of the class and sitting next to the kid with a buzz cut, and turning around, sticking her hand out. "I'm Asher." She said, her accent combined with the small quirky smile she held on her face making Stiles' heart race.

Scott tried muffling his snort of amusement, but it accidentally came out so loudly that the whole class heard it. If the red haired girl and buzz cut boy noticed, they didn't show it as Stiles opened his mouth to talk, but closed it again, this going on for several seconds, his face burning bright and his chest pounding from embarrassment.

"Whats your name?" Asher asked with a small amused half-grin as she inspected his handsome face. "I-I-I uh um y-yeah, my name, r-right uh... it's uh..." He stopped for a moment causing her to snigger and he looked down.

She immediately felt bad, as her expression fell, and Scott knew she didn't mean to laugh at him. "W-wait! I didn't mean to laugh at you, I meant to laugh at your face, but not your face because you looked really really cute, and I'm talking out loud so I'm just going to stop now." She rambled in one breath before her face blazed red as her brain registered what she had actually said and quickly sat straighter and flipped herself forward.

"I don't even know his name and my hearts already doing somersaults, what the hell is going on with me?" She muttered, and Scott smirked at her red face, and then at his best friend's red face before facing forward again.

Oh this will be fun.