Violet

New Friends

Three weeks have come and gone, now it's time for me to start at Beacon Hills High.

Sheriff Stilinski bought me new school supplies, some of my old notebooks and things were ruined during the incident. He even paid for me to get my hair touched up, so it's as vibrant and purple as ever. I thanked him a billion times, and started doing chores even though he said I don't have to. He's just been so unbelievably kind, I'm glad to have met him and his son.

I still haven't really allowed myself to deal with everything emotionally but I don't even know where to begin. I just keep up the facade that I'm fine, I think I even have the sheriff convinced at this point. Though I always catch a skeptical look from Stiles when I claim to be okay.

I've gone to a few of the schools lacrosse games and watched Stiles and his best friend Scott play. He's introduced me to his entire group, they were very welcoming; we all get along great. Well all except for Lydia; she seems a little suspicious of me, not sure why. Scott's girlfriend Kira and I get along great though, she's even slept over a couple times.

I'm pretty nervous for my first day, people know who I am because of what happened with my mom. My old school is flooded with gossip about me, so says my old friends. I've only texted back and forth with them a bit, I kind of just want a fresh start here. Most of them I hung out with at school and parties but nothing of substance. I feel more of a connection with Stiles and his friends than I did with any of them.

I apply clear lip gloss to my naturally pink lips and finish straightening my hair. My cat eyeliner turned out perfectly even today and on the first try, hopefully a good omen. I'm wearing my favorite high waisted jeans, brown ankle boots and a cream colored lacey top that ties in the front, accenting my breasts and showing off my tone midriff; its long flowy sleeves giving off a seventies vibe. I step back and check myself out in the bathroom mirror, excited at how my hair pops in comparison to my shirt. A knock at the door pulls me from my self admiration.

"Vi, are you almost ready?We're gonna be late!" Stiles complains through the door, he's leaned against it so when I pull it open he almost falls through.

"Oh, wow, you look-" his eyes travel up and down my body, practically drooling at my breasts.

"It's too much. Is it too much?" I look back at the mirror and push at my cleavage, attempting to shove them further into my shirt.

The arm Stiles is using to prop against the entrance gives and he smacks his face into the door frame. I look at him, holding back a laugh as he regains his balance, examining the frame as if it came out of no where. I continue my battle with my breasts, looking in the mirror.

"St-stop touching them, God, that's not helping anything." His eyes haven't left my chest and he's got a hand on his head like he's stressed.

"Guys, you're gonna be late!" Stilinski calls from downstairs.

I look at Stiles in the reflection and shrug.

"I guess it'll be fine." I walk past him out of the bathroom and I feel his eyes on me.

"It is fine, it's more than fine. That's the problem!" He calls after me before following me downstairs.

"Violet you look lovely." The sheriff gives a wholesome smile and I thank him before grabbing my backpack from its hook by the door and stepping outside.

The sheriff tugs Stiles by the elbow, pulling him back so he can speak lowly.

"Be sure to keep an eye on her, keep the hormone crazed boys at bay."

Stiles nods and rakes his eyes over me. His dad smack him in the back of the head.

"Yourself included." He shoves him toward the door and I laugh, waving goodbye to the sheriff.