Beautiful Headache

Greetings, Nightmare

Scott's P.O.V: My mom's a nurse so she sees some pretty gruesome stuff on the regular.
She also has a thing for strays, which is why she brought home this homeless kid she found beaten up in an alley.
"This is where you live?" She asked.
"Yep. Not very fancy but I like it." I heard my mom say.
"Mom! You're home." I said happily running to the door. Only to find that...thing glaring at me. "Kind of late for a playdate, don't you think?"
"She's not here for a playdate. This is Malia. I found her beaten pretty bad in the alley and the hospital won't keep her because they need the bed so I brought her here." Mom explained.
"Really? Super cute story. A word in the kitchen, madre?" I suggest but pulled her into the kitchen. Hearing her tell the interloper to make herself at home. "Why? Did I offend you?"
"Not everything is a personal attack on you. It's not safe for a young girl to be out on the streets alone. As a mother I couldn't leave her without a place to go." My mother explained.
"I can't take home stray puppies but you bring me that?" I asked sarcastically. She had no place in our house yet here she was.
"It's not permanent, Scott. It's just until my cop friend finds a good home for her." My 10 year old brain didn't believe her.
"Okay..." I said sulking.
"Didn't I leave you with your dad? Where is he?" Mom asked.
"Passed out drunk upstairs." I said.
"Of course he is. I'll check on him. Go make friends." She said and walked upstairs. I have a friend and his name is Stiles. Why would I want her?
Despite my better judgment I went over to talk to her. "Hi."
"Sup?" She gave me a nod.
"I'm gonna cut to the chase here; What game are you playing here? Because if you're using my mom__"
"You'll what? Throw a tantrum?"
She scoffed at me. Scoffed!
The gaul of this woman.
"You're not gonna be here for long. You'll get shipped off to a nice grassy plain somewhere and be out of our hair forever." I said. She smirked at me. A look of pure evil.
"Can't wait...You got any food?"
And thus my hell began.
That terrorist lived with me for one long month. Took my food, mom's attention and kept smacking me upside the head. Just because!
I didn't give her an easy time either.
I pranked her, pulled her hair and wrestled her...She won 9/10 but whatever. Thankfully she got adopted by a family by August and left.
I thought that would be the end of it but like Herpes, she returned.
"Hey, Scott...Missed me?" She asked with her signature wicked Smile.
"Ew. Why are you here?" I asked.
"That's a weird question. I go here." She said cutely.
"They couldn't find another place for you? Like the Arctic?" I asked sarcastically, making Stiles laugh.
"We're gonna have so much fun, Marshmallow." It said and shoved my my shoulder, hard.
"See you around, stray." I said and watched her leave.
"That must be Malia then." Stiles deduced. I nodded. "She's cute."
"No. She's evil!" I snapped.
"Doesn't mean she's not cute."
"Let's go."