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The door to the Parrish home opened wide, revealing the sleep-deprived and now angry young man behind it. Crossing his arms over his chest he glared at his younger sister who was standing before him, escorted by a police officer.
"What did she do?" Jordan Parrish asked his fellow officer.
"I caught her drinking with the Henderson twins," he explained. "I could take her down to the station instead-"
"No. I will deal with it. Thank you, Germond." Jordan moved to the side, allowing his sister to enter the house before closing the door behind her. Red in the face, he turned to the young girl. "What the hell Ayla!" he snapped. "You've been in town for two days and already you are getting into trouble? Drinking with the Henderson twins? Do you even know them?"
When it came to causing trouble, Ayla Parrish was not one to disappoint, after all, she hadn't left her home willingly to move in with her older brother. No, that was their father's idea. After one too many run-ins with the Nevada police, he decided with his deteriorating health, he couldn't handle the girl anymore and sent her to live with Jordan. Hoping that her ex-military, cop brother would be able to keep a closer eye on her than he could.
Rolling her eyes, Ayla threw her head back with a huff. "Can we talk about this in the morning? My head is killing me." Making her way into the kitchen she began filling up a glass with tap water.
Jordan was quick to follow, not allowing her to get away that quickly. "No, we can't talk about this in the morning. Are you drunk? You have school tomorrow!"
"Yeah, you're right, I should probably get some sleep. I'm pretty tired after the night I had," she almost joked, trying to push past her brother but he stopped her.
"I thought you wanted a fresh start here?" he accused, "I thought after what happened, you would want to change, be a different person?!"
The girl's face grew red with anger. She was so sick of everyone wanting her to be different, wanting her to change, honestly, all she wanted was to be left alone.
"Being a different person won't change what happened Jordan," she snapped at him, putting down the half-filled glass on the counter next to her.
His face softened at his sister's tone. He knew nothing that either of them did, could take back what happened that night.
"I know, I just-"
Ayla shook her head, pushed past Jordan, as she made her way to her room, and plopped down onto the bed with a groan. The walls were still bare and the boxes that surrounded her were all still packed. For a moment, Ayla stared at her ceiling before pulling out her phone from her back pocket. The screen illuminated her face in the dark room. She couldn't help but stare at the photo of her and Kyler smiling back at her.
Oh, how she missed him so much.
Unlocking her phone and pulling up his contact, Ayla hit the call button and placed the phone to her ear. She waited to hear his voice, begged for Kyler to answer but after five rings she got his voicemail.
"Hey this is Kyler, I'm probably ignoring you so leave a message if you want but I doubt I'll get back to you."
Pulling the phone away from her face, Ayla hung up with a sigh.
The next morning Ayla was definitely feeling the effects of her choices the night before. Trying to sleep as late as possible, Ayla hoped that her brother would forget that she was even there and she could just sleep the day away, but unfortunately, he didn't.
Awoken by her brother pulling the blankets from her body, leaving the girl shivering. "Ugh you ass!" she yelled, burying her face into her pillow.
"Get up Ayla, you have exactly 10 minutes before you make both of us late." When she refused to move, Jordan walked over to the side of the bed, bending down so he was level with her. "Don't make me get a bucket of water."
Glaring at him, Ayla said, "You wouldn't dare."
"Try me." Jordan stood up straight and smiled at his little sister, "There's coffee and breakfast in the kitchen," he informed her before walking out of the room. "10 minutes!"
Ayla wouldn't put it past him to actually go through with his threat, so with a groan and much reluctance, she pulled herself from her bed and got dressed.
Appearances were something Ayla definitely cared about. She never left her house without a face of makeup and her hair done to her liking. Her outfits were always meticulously thought out and planned and she would never be caught not looking her best.
Due to her late-night lifestyle and not being much of a morning person, Ayla had gotten her morning routine down to a science. It took the girl no more than 30 minutes, never any longer and never any less. When she was done, she looked at herself in her full-length mirror, admiring how she looked before being called by her brother for the 50th time.
Grabbing her bag, she walked to the kitchen where a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon was waiting for her.
"Since when do you know how to cook?" she asked, taking a seat at the table.
"Since I became a guardian at 24 to my kid sister," he joked.
Taking a bite of a piece of bacon Ayla watched her brother as he adjusted his uniform. "You wear that every day?" she asked.
Jordan shrugged, "Only when I work."
Ayla watched as he placed his gun in his holster. The Parrish family was no stranger to guns, even before Jordan was a police officer. From a young age, Ayla was taught how to take care of a gun, the right way to use it, and every so often her father would take her and Jordan on hunting trips. Ayla knew her way around a gun and if she ever needed to use one she would know how.
"Well we better get going, don't want you to be late for your first day of school." He gave his sister a comically large grin.
They rode to the school in silence. Despite having her own car, Jordan wanted to drive his sister to school, to make sure she actually went. Ayla stared out her window at the town as they passed by. Jordan didn't necessarily live in a bad part of the town, he just lived where a salary of $40,000 could get him but it was enough for him and his sister. As an outsider, the town seemed completely normal to the young girl. She had no idea about the things that have actually happened over the years, especially recently. To her, this was just a normal town in California that may have a particularly weird name but nothing else was out of the ordinary.
Jordan didn't necessarily live in a bad part of the town, he just lived where a salary of $40,000 could get him, but it was enough for him and his sister. As an outsider, the town seemed completely normal, just like every other ordinary town in the country. Ayla had no idea about the things that have actually happened over the years, especially recently.
Beacon Hills High School was crowded with teenagers so early in the morning and Ayla would be lying if she said she wasn't intimidated by all of them. Being the new girl sucked, everyone knows that. That's why Jordan didn't push his sister when she took a few extra minutes sitting in the car.
"Don't worry Ayla, you'll fit right in," he tried to assure her.
"Yeah because the new girl always fits right in." Ayla watched the other teenagers her age as they talked to one another and mingled with friends before the morning bell.
"You worried about making friends?" Jordan asked, a little shocked by this.
Ayla was definitely an extrovert, back in Nevada where the two were from, she had many friends and would hang out with them all the time. Seeing her worried about making any was new for her older brother.
"No, I'm definitely not worried."
Jordan knew that was a lie but he didn't want to push her. "You know, my boss's son goes here and he's pretty cool. His name is Stiles, maybe I could introduce you two?"
Shaking her head right away, Ayla said, "I'm already the new girl, the last thing I need is for my brother to help me make friends. Plus why would I want to hang out with the sheriff's son? Kids, probably a narc." Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked back out the window.
Jordan chuckled slightly. "He's actually far from it. Ya know, he and his friends are probably worse troublemakers than you are." This piqued her interest but Ayla wouldn't show it. "You don't have anything to worry about Lollie."
"That's easy for you to say you're not the new girl."
"No, but I was a new deputy and the youngest one at that."
The girl glared at her brother. "Yeah, but you're not starting at a new school, almost two months into the semester."
"Come on Lollie, you got this. I've never known you to be someone who worries."
"I'm not worried," she lied again, almost snapping at her brother.
Giving up on any more pep talks, Jordan started his car. "I'm working late tonight, so I need you to come by the station right after school."
"Ugh, why can't I just go home?"
"Because," he began, "after last night you proved to me that you can't be trusted, so I need you to come to the station so I can keep an eye on you."
"Yeah, yeah." Ayla grabbed her bag and got out of the car without another word, slamming the door shut behind her.
"Love you too," Jordan muttered to himself, watching to make sure his sister actually walked inside the building.
From across the parking lot, Scott McCall was just arriving at school, the feeling of darkness looming over him. He could have sworn he saw his eyes change color in the reflection of his bike helmet but when he looked again they were back to their normal brown color.
For a brief moment, he caught the attention of a short redhead he had never seen before, but only for a second before she looked away again, walking into the building.
Ayla didn't question the looks of the boy on a dirt bike, just continued her journey to the office where she could get her schedule and start finding her classes as well as the best places to hide as she skipped those classes.
The office was quite busy when she got there. The secretary, who was on the phone, pointed to a row of chairs for her to sit in while waiting to be called. While waiting, another girl appeared, taking the seat next to the redhead. Ayla just ignored her at first, that is until the girl began talking to her.
"How long have you been waiting?" she asked.
Ayla shrugged, "Only a couple of minutes."
She nodded. "Are you new?"
"Is it obvious?" Ayla asked with a chuckle, moving a strand of hair out of her face.
"Not at all, I just kinda figured, since I haven't seen you much around here. Well, not that I would probably recognize you if I did, I'm new too. Well, not really new, my family moved here about a month ago. I'm Kira."
Ayla was overwhelmed by how much Kira had just spoken, but still, she shook the girl's hand and gave her a polite smile.
"Ayla."
"Ayla, that's pretty. Have you got your schedule yet?"
Shaking her head, Ayla explained, "Nope, that's what I'm waiting on." Almost on queue, she was called over to the front desk. The lady helped go over her schedule and made sure everything seemed right. Ayla took the paper and examined it.
"What is your first class?" Kira asked, now standing behind Ayla, causing her to jump a little.
Adjusting her bag over her shoulder, she turned to Kira. "Uh History, with Mr. Yukimura," Ayla informed the girl whose face scrunched at the sound of the teacher's name.
"That would be my father."
"Really? Daughter of a teacher...is that even allowed?" Ayla didn't mean to sound rude or anything, it was just her natural tone of voice.
Kira nodded, "I know it's a little weird but trust me I'm not like some teacher's pet or anything."
Ayla nodded, "So are you going to show me where his room is or..." she trailed off.
"Oh yeah! Of course!" After finishing what she needed to in the office, Kira and Ayla made their way to Mr. Yukimura's classroom where other kids were also filing into their seats.
"You must be Ayla, it is a pleasure to meet you. I see you met my daughter," Mr. Yukimura said as the two walked into the room. Kira, getting a little embarrassed, took her seat in the back of the class. "You're in luck Ayla, it's my first day too." Happy to hear that, Ayla returned his smile. This meant maybe she wouldn't be so far behind since he hadn't started teaching yet. "You can take a seat anywhere, there's no assigned seating."
The redhead nodded and made her way to the back of the room, taking a seat next to Kira.
The rest of the class filed in as the bell rang and Mr. Yukimura began speaking. "Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira. Or you might not since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school. Or brought a friend home for that matter."
Kira let out a sigh and dropped her head down onto the table as all eyes turned to her. Ayla gave her a sympathetic look. What her father just did would be unbearable to anyone.
"Also in the back there, you'll find our newest addition to the school, Ayla Parrish." Now the attention was on her. Something she didn't quite mind as loved attention.
She caught the eyes of two boys sitting next to each other in the front, one was the boy she had seen earlier on a dirt bike while the other was a new face. Both were cute, both would be potential bachelors for Ayla back in Nevada if it wasn't for Kyler. Giving both of them a smile before doing her best to focus on Mr. Yukimura.
After the class finished she made her way into the hallway of crowded teenagers. Looking down at the paper given to her by the office as she tried to find where her locker was since she had the time.
"345, 346, 347...349?" Ayla asked herself. "What the hell happened to 348?" To the left of her, she heard two boys snicker to themselves. "Yeah, laugh at the new girl, haha..." Looking back, she re-read the number to see if she had it right, then back up to the row of lockers.
"I'm sorry," the boy with the dirt bike said as he stood next to his friend who tried his best to open his locker but he just couldn't get the right combination. "I didn't mean to laugh. The lockers are kind of stupid. 348, is on the other side."
Ayla turned to face the opposite wall, and there it was her locker, directly across from the boy's friend.
"Well, that makes no sense."
Again the two boys laughed. "I'm Scott, this is Stiles."
"Stiles?" she questioned. "Is that actually your name?"
"No, my names actually-"
"Wait," she interrupted him, "you're the sheriff's son?"
Stiles nodded. "And you are Parrish's little sister."
"Indeed that's me," Ayla smirked, taking a step closer to the boys. "So I heard you two are a bit of troublemakers. My brother told me. So honestly, who throws the best parties? Who is the go to beer guy? I need to know everything."
"Beer guy?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, the guys all the kids call to house parties because he always sells to teens." Dropping her arms disappointed at the sight of the boy's confused faces. "Don't tell me this town doesn't have a beer guy."
Chuckling slightly, Scott shook his head. "Uh, no we don't have a beer guy and there honestly aren't that many parties."
"You're kidding? So what kind of trouble do you actually get into?"
The boys glance at each other, then back down at the girl before Stiles speaks. "We don't really get into that much trouble, I think your brother was just messing with you."
"Well," Ayla sighed, "I guess you guys do what to get into some trouble, you know where my locker is," she half-joked before walking across the hallway and trying out her new combination.
Ayla wasn't too fond of decorating, all she added to her locker was a simple picture of her and Kyler. She couldn't help but smile at the photo, as it was one of the few she had of him.
From behind her, the two boys began to make a scene. Stiles wrapped his arms around Scott's head and pulled him towards the direction of an empty classroom, doing his best to hide his face as he did so.
Yeah, that's definitely not normal.