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Reinventing yourself is kind of difficult when you've got a parent that's part of the teaching faculty.
Kira learns this the hard way, when her intimidating cool girl act gets shut down by her dad before she can even properly start it. She's wearing all black and everything, but it doesn't matter in the end because her dad goes and says, "and that's my daughter Kira in the back, who seems to be going through a late... what was it called? Emo phase?"
Her mysterious and totally fake backstory about how she's maybe part of a motorcycle gang crumbles into dust just like that.
Still, despite being thoroughly embarrassed in front of everyone, she manages to catch a cute boy's eyes from across the classroom.
He's got a kind face and shoots her a small commiserating smile. Kira feels her face heat up, but she's not too embarrassed to smile back.
It's probably bad form to be doing this, since this is her first class in Beacon Hills High and her dad is the one teaching, but she doesn't want to waste this chance to make her first friend— so she scribbles down a (hopefully) funny greeting (paired with a small smiley face wearing a cute hat) and holds her notebook up while her dad's back is turned so that the cute boy can see it.
Scott McCall, his reply reads. Don't worry about what your dad said, the second impression is the important one anyway.
Kira beams.
Scott fumbles and drops his notebook onto the floor, looking shy all of a sudden.
Her first friend! Maybe Beacon Hills won't be so bad after all.
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Kira looks up to find a boy leaning over her, arm braced against the locker beside hers.
"You're new, right?" He asks, smiling down at her. His face is way too close for comfort, but Kira's a bit too shocked to do anything more than blink at him.
"Excuse me," a new voice pipes up. Kira looks over the boy's shoulder to find a very displeased redhead standing with her hands on her hips. "That's my locker." Her eyes are pointedly fixed on where the boy's resting his arm.
He turns, takes one look at her, and then backs away without a fuss. "I'll catch you later, new girl," he winks at Kira, before disappearing somewhere down the hall.
The redhead just rolls her eyes before opening the locker beside Kira's.
Kira thinks she should probably say something. "Thank you, for um," the rest of the sentence dies before it can get out when the pretty girl levels her gaze at Kira. "Just, thank you, I guess." She hopes the girl won't say anything about how squeaky Kira's voice comes out. This girl is gorgeous and intimidating and Kira really doesn't want to look dumb and fumbly in front of her.
"You're welcome," the girl says after a while. "Those kind of guys are usually harmless anyway."
"Still... thank you." Kira tucks some of her hair behind her ear shyly, clutching her textbooks to her chest a little too tightly. "I never really know how to handle myself around guys that are... forward like that."
For a second the girl does nothing but stare at her, but then she shuts her locker door and turns to face Kira fully. "Lydia Martin," she says with a confident tone that Kira wishes she could replicate.
"Kira Yukimura."
Lydia nods. "If you have any more trouble, you can come find me."
Kira perks up. "Really? Thank you, Lydia!"
Her cheeriness seems to catch Lydia off guard for a moment, but then she simply nods again before walking away. Kira rocks back onto the heels of her feet, smiling. Her first day was turning out pretty great so far.
-
Having to eat lunch with her dad is not the worst thing in the world. Better than eating alone at any rate.
Her dad does not agree, matter of factly telling her that it's kind of sad that she's hanging around him instead of with her peers. Kira thinks briefly to Scott and Lydia, but it still feels way too soon for her to be sliding onto their table and eating with them, so she shakes her head and stays put in her dad's classroom.
The only time she leaves the room is to go to the bathroom.
She's humming the Pokémon theme song under her breath when she turns a corner and bumps into someone.
They collide hard enough that one of them pitches backwards. Only, it's not her. Kira manages to catch the boy before he falls, her arm around his waist, their faces inches away from each other.
Her eyes are just as wide as his.
Kira's always known that she was a bit more athletically inclined than the average person. She has no trouble lifting up a table single handed, and has good enough reflexes that mosquitos never make it out of her vicinity alive, which probably isn't normal. But she's been okay keeping it under wraps and largely ignoring it. Until now anyway, with this boy in her arms and his blue eyes bugging out in shock.
"Sorry," she breathes, blinking down at him, "you okay?"
He nods. "I'm fine. Can you, uh...?"
Kira lets him go, cheeks only a little bit pink when she steps back to put some more space between them.
"You're pretty strong." He says this casually, but there's something a little intense in his eyes.
Kira shrugs, trying to be casual too. "I work out."
He snorts, like he knows that's not true. Kira turns pinker.
"You're something new, aren't you?"
There's some extra context to that question that she knows she's missing. Kira's not quite sure how she should respond.
"Today's my first day," she says eventually. "...My name's Kira."
Blue eyes doesn't say anything for a while, eyes seemingly searching for something. She has no idea what he finds in her face, but he soon drops the weird tension and tries for a more friendly vibe instead. His smile is just a touch too stiff though, making her think he's not used to doing it so consciously. "Isaac. Talk to me whenever you ever figure your stuff out."
Kira's not really sure what 'stuff' she has to figure out, but she tentatively considers Isaac another possible new friend as she watches him walk away.
-
Kira is frantically trying to scrub ink off her hands when someone walks into the bathroom.
The big splotch of black on her hand is kind of conspicuous no matter how she tries to angle it, and the girl with the dark hair and pretty eyes spots it pretty quickly.
"You need some help?" She asks kindly.
Kira smiles lopsidedly. "Yes please? My pen kind of... exploded. I'm not even sure how it happened, but now I've got this," she waves her left hand a bit, "and the soap isn't really doing as much as I want it to."
The other girl laughs a bit, before setting her bag on the counter and rummaging inside. "I've got some makeup remover here. It's not really meant for ink, but I fell asleep with my eyeliner on one night and it still managed to get everything off the next morning, so I think it should work."
Kira gives her hand over once the makeup remover is found.
"Your dad's the new history teacher, right?" The girl asks, as she rubs the makeup remover into Kira's skin. Kira tries not to get distracted by the fact that a pretty girl is holding her hand, and nods somewhat stiffly.
"Yeah. I'm Kira."
"Allison," pretty girl says with a smile.
Kira smiles back, albeit a little hesitantly. She's a little overwhelmed, honestly. She keeps bumping into nice, ridiculously good looking people today, and she really kind of wants a break, even though they're all very nice to her and she does need a couple friends.
Allison's still rubbing circles on the back of her hand, the ink stain almost completely gone. "How's your first day been so far?"
"It's kind of a lot," Kira laughs. "You only get to be the new girl once, right? So I had this whole plan to reinvent my image, you know? New school, new me. But I don't think I'm pulling off the mysterious new girl thing very well."
"I don't think you need the whole mysterious new girl thing." Allison gives her secretive little smile. "You're interesting enough just like this."
"Oh." Kira's cheeks are never going to get break.
-
When the bell rings and Kira's first day is officially over, she sits in her seat in a daze for a second.
She was so sure that things were going to blow up in her face somehow. Instead, she considers the day a raging success. She packs with a bit of pep in her movements and can't help the silly smile on her face as she swings her backpack over her shoulder.
A pencil rolls to her feet.
She bends down to pick it up, but another hand reaches out at the same time and they end up knocking their fingers against each other. Again? She thinks, as she looks up to find the skinny boy who was sitting on the desk to the left now bent over in front of her.
He snatches his hand back, mumbling about accidents and other things while Kira picks the pencil up.
"Here," Kira extends her hand out to him.
He plucks the pencil from her, smiling a bit too wide. "Thanks. You're uh, Kira, right?"
"Yeah. And you're Stiles?"
"How'd you know?"
Kira giggles a bit. "Coach Finstock yelled it pretty loudly when he thought you were falling asleep."
Stiles rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Right. Yeah. Most of us have just learned to tune him out whenever he gets too yell-y. Not that I think he'd ever yell at you, though, you're like— I mean, you look smart. Like a good listener."
He sounds more nervous than she does, which is kind of a relief. Kira's glad at least someone else seems as out of depth as she feels.
"Thanks. It's my first day, I didn't want to leave a bad impression on the teachers," she admits, grinning slightly.
"Oh, yeah, definitely." Stiles relaxes minutely, enough to return a genuine smile. "Hey, me and my friends are doing this group study kinda thing tonight, you wanna join?"
Kira's surprised by the sudden offer, but then she smiles brightly and agrees.
Stiles chokes on nothing in particular, dropping his pencil again.
Her new friends are a little weird, and all suspiciously good looking, but Kira's not exactly normal herself, so. Hopefully this will be the start of a fun, relaxing, drama free school year.