❝look there she goes that girl is so peculiar. I wonder if she's feeling well. with a dreamy, far-off look and her nose stuck in a book.❞
[ pre-season 3B + season 4 ]
[ teen wolf ]
[ scott mccall ]
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A WEEK AFTER HER RUN IN WITH NATASHA, Belle was starting her first day at Beacons Hills High. She found herself trying to keep from freaking out as she stayed planted in her father's car, hands clenching her bookbag and tan skin looking a bit pale. It wasn't like being the new kid was something she wasn't used to, it was just that being the new kid was never easy.
She jumped as she felt a hand connect with hers, calming as she remembered that she still hadn't left her father's car.
"It'll be alright." Maurice whispered to her, "Just go and get through the first day. If you really can't handle it then just call me, alright? I'll come as soon as I can." And he wasn't kidding. Belle knew that even if she called him during the most important meeting of his life he'd still answer and be there for her in a heartbeat.
She hated that.
Belle hated that she depended on her father so much and that she couldn't handle being around other people her age. She hated that she was different and that things were never gonna be the same after her mother... Belle just hated it.
But Belle just nodded and sent her father a strained smile. She wouldn't tell him how she just wanted to go home and curl up with a book in arms or how she wanted to be curled up in his arms like when she was a child. Belle wouldn't tell him that she would rather be home schooled than brought around complete and utter strangers who would find her weird or odd. No, she'd just grin and bare it, for her father's sake.
So, with a kiss on the cheek and whispered goodbye, Belle was standing in front of the school and instantly regretting her life choices as other teens stared at her and started to whisper. Immediately, her head was down and she walked up the steps leading into the school and continued looking down at her feet, ignoring the stares burning into her figure.
As she went to lift her head, she ran into a wall of some sort and was falling back when two arms wrapped around her waist from the front─so not a wall then─and she felt her arms wrap around someone's neck. Belle opened her eyes after a second or two and felt her whole face turn as red as a fresh apple.
The person in front of her was male─the wall having to be his chest then─and one of the most handsome guys she had ever seen. He was filled out, judging by the strong arms still wrapped around her waist, with skin the color of light bronze and doe brown eyes that strangely reminded her of her old puppy from when she was smaller. The first thing that caught her attention was his crooked jaw and slight scatter of moles on his face. It was when she was done analyzing all this that she realized that she was both checking him out and still in his arms.
Belle gasped and started to flounder around in his arms like a dying fish. The boy holding her almost dropped her as she started to spazz out, but kept a firm hold on her which caused her to squeak a bit. Judging by the stares of her peers, she was not making the best first impression.
"Hey, hey, it's ok." Belle didn't even notice that the teen was trying to calm her down until she registered his voice. It did the exact opposite.
"Scott McCall, I'd suggest you let go of my new best friend before I knock your jaw straight." She froze in her movements at the familiar voice and Belle almost cried from relief as she stumbled upon a familiar, but different person.
It was Natasha from the week before, but she was less.. depressed. The girl's hair was shorter now, reaching about mid-neck, and straight as a board. Her eyes were shining and the bags that had been there before were not as bad as they had been before and her skin seemed to be back to the cocoa color and not paling like she was last week. All in all, it looked like she had snapped out of whatever was holding her down.
Belle jumped as Natasha grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the shorter female. Scott, the one that had been holding her, was staring at her in concern, but Natasha held up one finger and pointed at him.
"Stay away from her. I won't have you ruining her life like you fucked up Vernon's." Her voice came out low and threatening causing Belle to shrink in. It was obvious to hear the hate radiating off her figure towards the teenage boy and he didn't miss it either, wincing at the mention of this 'Vernon' character.
"Natash—"
Scott didn't even get a chance to say another word before Natasha turned and dragged the other girl with her towards a bathroom.
Natasha turned towards her, staring up at Belle with what seemed like a pleading glance. "Belle, don't even think of talking to him or anyone close to him, ok?"
"W-why?" Belle found herself asking before she could stop herself from talking. Scott had looked so hurt and sad after Natasha yelled at him and now the girl was telling her to not talk to him?
"Because everyone that hangs around him or friends either end up hurt or dead."
.... Oh, so that's why Natasha didn't want her talking to him or his friends. "And you know this.. how?" She whispered to the other girl, watching at the African-American girl seemed to be fighting off tears.
