"So. . .What are we going to do with her?"
I ignored the two males who stared at me weirdly while I stuffed my mouth full of pizza happily. Humming to myself while my legs swung back and forth before I ditched the pizza and drank the orange soda.
"I didn't think a girl could eat so much." Stiles says, staring at me in awe.
"Stiles, focus please! What are we going to do with. . .What was her name again?"
"Don't ask me." Stiles laughs while I continued eating, since I haven't eaten since I got caught at the airport and all.
"So. . .What's your name?"
I looked up, my mouth full of pizza and orange soda. Tilting my head to the side I stared at him curiously before I ran a hand through my wet hair and rolled my shoulders, only to return to stuffing my face with pizza again. "Does she talk?" Scott asks, annoyance on his face.
"Yeah, she said Dragon's are awesome." Stiles grins.
Then a door slams shut and the two boys look at each other in fear. "Quick, out the back." Stiles says and Scott grabs onto my arm before he drags me to the back door.
"Stiles - who's that with Scott?" Turning around Scott and I looked at the man in a Sheriff's outfit. "Isn't that your shirt. . .Stiles?" The older man says, staring me down.
"Dad, uh - I can explain-"
I pulled out of Scott's grip and walked towards him. "Hello Sir, you must be Stiles' father. I am Anya Jones." I held my hand out for the man to take, to which he did slowly and shook it. "You should be very proud of your Son, Sir. He had rescued me from the side of the road, I was practically stranded and if I had gone to sleep in the woods again I probably would have missed such a Knight in Shining armor." I say, smiling while I let his hand go.
"Really?"
"Yeah, you really raised him well Sir. He pulled right over and asked if I was alright, brilliant bloke he is."
"And why are you wearing his clothes?"
"Oh, well you see when I arrived in America, I had my bag and passport stolen half way to a town called Beacon Hills. When he picked me up I had been sleeping in the woods for some time because of the fact no one would help me, until your son came along that is. He let me shower, since I was so dirty from sleeping on the forest floor, and let me have some left over pizza - which I will repay you guys as soon as possible."
"You had your passport stolen? Why were you arriving from. . ?"
"Australia. And because my parents had gotten in a car accident a few months back, and the Social Worker who was taking care of me contacted my only living relative who lives here in Beacon Hills."
"And who was that?"
"Derek." I say, realizing that I don't know his last name.
"Derek Hale?"
"Yeah, him. He was meant to pick me up at the air port but for some reason he was a no-show and I had to make it here all by myself." I say proudly.
"Do you mind coming to the station with me?"
"Sure."
"I just have to go to. . .do something first, okay?"
"Sure." I beamed at him before he left the room. I grabbed onto Stiles' shirt. "Laptop, now."
"Uh-okay?" He guided me up the stairs and turned his computer on. I sat down on the chair and logged onto my Gmail account.
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