𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

❦ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 ❦

𝟾 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I sit in the Principle's office next to my mom with a scowl on my face directed at Jackson Whittmore who is sat by his parents.

"This is the fifth fight Natalia has started and it's only the second week of term, Ms McCall" The Principle declares, looking extremely unimpressed.

"I am so incredibly sorry, Ma'am. Is there anything I can do?" My mom asks hopefully.

"I'm sorry, but there is nothing you can do. This behaviour is unacceptable and I refuse to tolerate it. Your daughter will no longer be attending my school so I really suggest you look into others" The woman tells my mother who instantly pales.

My mom nods weakly and I frown deeply, guilt filling my tummy.

this isn't what I wanted at all

"I think you owe someone an apology, Natalia" Mrs Whittmore states and my guilt turns to pure rage as my eyes narrow at the rude woman.

I stick my tongue out at her and she gasps, her husband looking at me in disgust. My mom grabs my wrist and yanks me out my chair, muttering apologies as she drags me out the room. My brother and Stiles jump out their seats as we exit the room and my mom lets me go, running her hands through her hair in frustration. We follow her out to the car and I sit in the middle of the boys.

"Do you know what you've done, Natalia?!" My mother yells as soon as the doors shut.

"No" I squeak sheepishly.

"Why? Why would you punch him?" She asks me, calming down.

"He called Stiles a dork" I answer truthfully.

"You call Stiles a dork!" She retorts in disbelief.

"I'm allowed to! Jackson is just a big horrible bully, Momma!" I tell her defensively and she groans loudly, hitting her head off the steering wheel.

She starts up the engine of the car and I frown, looking down at my skirt.

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Mom gets off the phone and enters the living room causing all three of our heads to look from the tv to her.

"Natty, we need to talk" She says and crouches down in front of me.

I uncross my legs and nod, listening to her carefully as she speaks to me.

"That was your father on the phone" She tells me.

"What did daddy want?" I ask in confusion.

"He thinks it might be a good idea for you to stay with him for a while" She explains and I frown.

"Will Scott come with me?" I ask hopefully and she shakes her head sadly.

"No Scott?" I choke out, looking at my twin brother through teary eyes and he wraps his arms around me through his own tears.

"No Scott, baby" My mom repeats and tears run down our faces.

"How long do I have to go away for?" I ask, clinging onto my brother.

"A little while" She answers vaguely "I've packed some your things for you and your father was leaving the airport when he called so he should be almost here"

"But I never got to say goodbye to Lydia, or Theo and Isaac" I cry.

"I'm sure the boys can let them know where you are and why you couldn't say goodbye" My mom sighs, looking exhausted.

I look to Stiles and he nods with a reassuring smile.

"Can you tell your mom and dad that I said goodbye too?" I ask him hopefully.

"Sure thing, Nat" He replies.

I hear a horn beep outside and my heart drops.

"Come on, baby" My mom smiles sadly, holding out her hand.

I pull myself away from Scott and grab her hand. She grabs my suitcase with her free hand and we all head outside where my dad is stood next to a taxi.

"Hey, sweetheart" He smiles warmly.

"Hey, Daddy" I smile softly, letting him pull me into a hug.

"Scotty boy" He grins at my brother.

"Dad" Scott replies emotionlessly.

My father puts my case into the trunk and I turn to my family with tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Bye bye, Momma" I croak.

"Bye bye, baby" She chokes out, hugging me tightly to her.

Scott pulls me out mom's arms and squeezes me tight, crying into my shoulder.

"Bye, Natty" He hiccups.

"Bye, Scotty" I sob.

He squeezes me one last time and pulls away, letting me move over to Stiles.

"I'm gonna miss you" Stiles says, his eyes watering.

"I already miss you" I reply, making him smile through his tears.

He wraps his arms around me and I hold him close, taking in a deep breath.

"C'mon, sweetheart" My dad speaks up "We don't want to miss the flight"

I pull away from the Stilinski boy and glance at my brother.

"Remember to tell Lydia I said bye" I remind the boys "Theo and Isaac too"

They nod and I paste on a smile, turning to my dad.

"Time to go"