Blue eyes [Teen wolf/Derek Hale]

Ch5 - Money

I ended up being in the class: Economics. Which was good, because I liked math. I followed Stiles for the rest of the day. English was waaay too hard for me. Back home all we had to learn where some words I most likely already knew and grammar. Oh wait no, Sometimes we also had to take a listening test. 

Basically, just listening to the BBC news and answering questions about it.

I liked chemistry though. It was just a little bit harder since some of the terms were different.

I sat alone or next to Stiles for most of the classes until lunch came. I followed Stiles to his locker. I'd met Scott once before. One day Stiles had the genius idea of trying to teach Scott how to play our online game. It was quite funny and when Stiles saw that I'd come online, he said he wanted to Skype.

Scott had remembered me so at least it wasn't awkward. 

Well, it wasn't awkward until someone randomly walked up to us and started kissing Scott. Stiles didn't pay attention to it and Scott seemed to like it. 

After a while Stiles saw my confused expression and explained that she was Scott's girlfriend, Allison. She was followed by a girl with blond hair and a guy who looked like types of people I'd seen in American movies. 

I mean sure, in the Netherlands we also have popular kids and less popular kids. But not that much difference. 

This guy clearly looked like a jock and he also looked kinda rich.

The blond girl looked at me like she was inspecting me. I got a little uneasy.

"I've never seen you before." she stated which got everyone's attention.

"I'm new." I stated the obvious.

"Oh did you move here with your parents?" Allison asked obliviously.

I swallowed and said "My parents are dead."

I looked at Stiles and saw that he got the message.

"Yeah, she's an old friend of mine so she's staying at my place."

Allison immediately tried to apologize for asking that but I wouldn't allow her. As I expected the jock didn't even move a muscle when I said that my parents were dead.

Stiles followed them to a lunch table so I followed them as well.

As soon as we sat down, the questions began again. This time it was from the jock, whose name was Jackson.

"So what kind of car do you drive?"

"I don't drive."

"You don't drive?" the blond girl, whose name was Lydia, said disbelieving. "Then how did you used to go to school?"

"By bike."

"So you do know how to drive?" Scott asked confused.

"No I meant... bicycle. Where I'm from it's weird if you don't know how to ride a bicycle."

They all stared at me in confusion.

"Where are you from again?" Allison asked me.

"Holland, the Netherlands, the Low Countries. Whatever you want to call it."

"I'm confused." Scott admitted.

Lydia sighed and explained "The county used to be called the Low Countries but the real name is the Netherlands. Holland is a frequently used name but it is incorrect."

"Unless you live in the province noord Holland or zuid Holland. Which most people do. Which was also my case." I added.

The others all let it sink in and I took the opportunity to eat my lunch.

"So you can speak Dutch?" Allison asked.

"Of course I can."

"Say something!" Scott asked enthusiastic.

"Okay... what?"

"How about: I'm so not interesting anymore can we please talk about anything else?" Jackson said with an annoyed expression.

"Funny" I stated sarcastically "But sure. Ik ben echt niet interessant meer, kunnen we alstublieft over iets anders praten?"

Allison and Scott stared in awe. Stiles looked amused since that was literally all he'd asked me to do when we first met. Jackson looked even more annoyed and Lydia was googling it.

"You're right." she stated.

"Of course I am. It is my native tongue. Speaking about that, is there an easier English class?"

"Why? Are you too stupid to understand this one?" Jackson asked mockingly.

"Hey stupid. Try speaking perfect Spanish for the rest of your life. English is not my native tongue. Where I'm from we don't speak English. I know that must be hard for your little American brain to understand, but it's true."

"No there isn't an easier class." Lydia said while calming Jackson down.

Ouch. Doesn´t she know about Stiles´s crush on her? I thought she would know by now. Maybe Stiles hasn´t told her yet.

Not a lot happened during the rest of the lunch. They all talked about some stuff. Most of it were about the classes here, some of it was about the woods. Apparently everyone, except for Lydia and Jackson, go there often. I love woods.

In Holland we don´t have much woods. Especially where I´m from. The ground is flat, so the woods aren´t much fun to walk in and when you finally do find a ´forest´, you can walk from one side to the other within 20 minutes. Most of the time it isn´t even a natural forest. Those are the worst! You would just be walking and then you look to your side and you notice that all the trees are lined up with the same amount of space in between them.

Note to self: go to the woods.

Stiles walked me to my next class. It was beginning to get annoying to keep repeating myself.

"I'm a new student."

"I don't have my books yet."

"My name is Liz."

Most teachers were really pissed off at the interruption and the fact that I didn't have my books yet. I noticed how different the school system was from my normal Dutch one.

And I wasn't sure if I liked it.

The day moved by very slowly. I could see that Beacon Hills was a quiet small town because at the end of the day, most kids already knew that there was a new kid. Not a lot was known about me and I liked to keep it that way.

 I followed Stiles to his jeep.

"So how was your first day?" he asked smiling.

I thought about it for a second and replied "Different."

We got in the car and Stiles began to drive.

"So... Do you know where I can find a job around here? I mean... If I live with you guys, I might as well pay for it."

"What? No way!"

"Yes way! I'm eating your food which means that I'm eating your money. I should pay rent or something."

"There is no way me or my dad would take your money, Liz. We don't ask money from an underage girl in need."

"Pff, you make it sound like I'm defenseless."

"Well, in my point of view... you really are."

I gasped trying to look shocked and insulted "I am not defenseless."

I stared out of the window trying to figure out what kind of work I should take. I'd worked in a restaurant before. It wasn't really my thing. A lot of people and talking. When I'd bought my first laptop, I'd taught myself to program. I could do that.

"Are there any small businesses in need of a website?" I asked Stiles.

He looked up at my random question and answered "Yeah, I guess there are some. Why?"

"I found my money."