The Badass Running With A Werewolf {Stiles Stilinski Fan Fiction}

New Kid

~Aaliyah's POV~

"Get ready, honey, please." My mom begged for maybe the millionth time. "You'll be late for your first day of school, please don't start your new school like you did the last." She adds, shaking me gently.

"Fine, go away and I'll get up." I groan, snapping my eyes open.

"Oh thank you, sweetie!" She cheers, scurrying out of my room. My mom was so preppy, and I wasn't. Where the hell did she have so much energy to be so happy all the damn time?

Well, I had just moved from Chicago to Beacon Hills. Nothing alike. My dad had left my mom and me when I was maybe like 4 or 5 but, I don't need his ass anyways so whatever. My mom had finally decided to get me as far away as possible from Chicago since I made a lot of trouble there. She thought maybe if we moved to Beacon Hills, I could find good friends to be good with. She thought I always ended up in the wrong crowd when really the right crowd found the wrong person. Which had been me every time. But like the mom she is, she is oblivious to me being.. Me. So, she bought a loft for the two of us and now I'm stuck here.

Anyways, I rolled out of my bed, plummeting down to my bedroom floor, yelping once my face hit the floor. "Fuck." I muttered, rubbing the back of my head.

After a few minutes of feeling sorry for myself, I stood up, dragging my body into my closet. I picked out a white laced shirt that was a belly shirt, black jeans with holes in the knees, a leather jacket, and some black and white high-top shoes. I placed the outfit on my body before skipping into my bathroom.

I brushed out my light caramel colored hair, putting it into loose curls and washed off my face. I applied heavy mascara on my eyelashes and light eyeliner, surrounding my green eyes. I soon put two silver cuffed bracelets on my wrists before grabbing my tan aviators and my leather black backpack and phone before running into the living room of my loft.

My mom made eye contact with me and smiled, happily. "You look good, like a good girl would."

"Don't be too happy about it mom." I mutter after she hands me a cup of Starbucks coffee. After she throws me my car keys, she says, "Be good!"

I roll my eyes and run out of the door, and outside of the building. Be good, my ass. I look at my dark blue mustang before smiling and jumping in, setting my drink in a cup holder and my bags in the passengers seat.

*****

Wearily, I got out of my car, leaving my drink in it with my bag slung over my shoulder. I knew I was late, considering it was a ghost town outside of the school. Pulling out my schedule, I walked into the school, finding my way around to my classroom.

Pulling the classroom door open to my first period which was Science, everybody's eyes bored onto me. I smirked then glanced at the teacher, "Sorry I'm late."

"As long as it doesn't happen again, I assume you're new?" He says, making me chuckle before nodding.

"Yeah, the name is Aaliyah." I answer, as I hear whistles escape the room.

"We don't need the welcoming, boys." The teacher rolls his eyes, "There's an open seat in the back, next to Stiles."

I look at the back of the dull class, spotting the only open seat before making my way to it. I didn't really want to take interest in who I was sitting next to so I just leaned back in my seat, turning on my phone.

"Wow, you think you'd show more interest in the class since you're new." The boy next to me comments, with a sly laugh.

"Well, not all of us in here take interest in the boring nerd up there." I make a tiny remark, looking over at him with a smirk. When I looked at him, thats when the interest in him hit me.

He has dark brown hair, chocolate colored eyes, and well, a hot ass face. "That's not very nice now, Aaliyah." He grins.

"I'm not very nice, Stiles." I shrug, sitting up with interest.

He props himself up, his elbow of the table, his hand holding his face up, "Where'd you come from? Somewhere bad I assume?"

"Chicago." I state, as our eyes make contact.

"Ahh, and you're what? The badass? Is that why you moved here? Because you're too bad for Chicago?" He inspects, with that grin still on his face.

"If I wouldn't know any better, Stiles, I'd assume you already knew me." I arch my eyebrows.

"I have this keen sense of figuring people out, I guess you could call it." He winks, "But don't tell anyone."

"Let me take a crack at you now," I suggest, as he gestures for me to go on. "You're a goodie goodie, you like to stay out of trouble, but you like to flirt with girls, obviously, and there's something about you.. Something you don't want anyone to know, right?"

"Damn, you may have that keen sense too." He laughs, shrugging.

"So, if I may ask," I begin, "What don't you want anyone knowing?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." He leans in towards me, whispering with his eyebrows up. I lightly grin before looking away and leaning back in my seat.

"I'll find out eventually."