Break The Rule ➣ Stiles Stilinski [1]

➣ four

        ▽ My Generation (Blue Light) By Sunderland

               ➣ four

''Ariella! Hurry Up Or You're Gonna Be Late!'' I called as I placed her sandwich -filled with ham, swiss cheese, lettuce and tomatoes and a small amount mayonnaise- into a small brown paper bag, along with her small water bottle.

It's been about a week since Ariella and I moved into Beacon Hills, and today we both start school day. Ariella is in a preschool that's not too far from here, where as I -of course- was placed back into Beacon Hills High.

''Okay mommy'' Ariella announced, instantly turning to her to see her standing at the little entry/exit of the kitchen. She stood wearing a black short sleeve t-shirt, black jeans, and wore a over sized blue and white plaid flannel with a pair of black converse.

The flannel reminds me of a geeky person that I always seem to have in mind, every single day.

''Aww'' I gushed. Kids don't usually dress like this, usually they would go for something more colorful but this is good.

''Ready?'' She asked, holding out her hand. I handed her, her bag of lunch as we both went into the living room to grab our bags.

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''So class, we have a new-.. old student, I would say today so everyone give Juliet a warm welcome.. The friendly way, no any sexualization being apart of it'' Coach Finstock introduced as I stood in front of the class. I bit one corner of my lips to stifle a laugh. He's always been the crazy one.

''Anyway, you can sit next to Martin''. He showed off a short smile before returning to his desk.

That name. How could I ever forget.

Lydia, as in The Lydia Martin. She was the typical cliche plastic that was social ruler of the school. Apparently, she was that girl every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be.

I looked at the desk to the familiar strawberry blonde, seeing it nice and open.

As I approached, she smiled towards me, observing my face for a few more lingering seconds before looking down at her work.

As I started getting some materials out, she whispered, ''Juliet.. That name rings a bell?''.

I turned to her to see her looking at me again, her eyebrows knitting inches closer together in curiosity as her teeth grazed upon her eraser.

I shrugged my shoulder in response, when really I was wondering how the hell can I be familiar to her?? She seemed to let the topic go as she slowly turned back to her book full of notes, proceeding with them.

After a couple of minutes in, I had a whole page written down when I heard,

''You went to one of my parties''.

I promptly became motionless.

'Why is she remembering this? Why now? ', I wondered, as I prayed that she wouldn't remember anything else.

''In freshman year, I had a birthday party and someone snuck in some liquor. Everyone got drunk and you were wild... I remember you'' She stated. That was surely the most... Interesting -persay- birthday party I've ever been to.

''Seems like a blur'' I replied, quickly trying to end this conversation.

''What ever happened to you? You left right in the middle of freshman year.. And now your back?'' She questioned once again. Luckily I thought of some back up in case any of these questions popped up.