Love Bites

This is the first time I’m playing around with different POV as normally my writing is in 1st person; please tell me how this goes and if it’s okay! With my growing obsession with Dylan O’Brian A.K.A. Stiles Stilinski I’ve decided to write a Stiles x OC story~ Enjoy! More reviews mean more chapters!

1st PERSON POV

I sighed staring at my phone as the end call flashed on the screen. I swear sometimes my sister is crazy. I went to lay my phone back on the small end table on my bedside when it started vibrating once again and my sister’s name flashed across the screen once again.  I sighed rolling my eyes as I ran my thumb over the screen to answer the call and I put the phone back to my ear as I flopped over on my side to fall on my bed.

“What is it now Lydia?” I asked as I stared at the ceiling of my small dorm room.

“I forgot to tell you, my mom said it was alright for you to stay here and go to school with me!” Lydia beamed and I scrunched my nose slightly slinging my leg over my knee.

“I don’t think she wants a reminder of some guy her husband fucked while drunk off his ass Lydia. Besides it’s the middle of the year and everything’s different in America, I like it right here in Manchester.” I mumbled moving my foot as I stared up at the ceiling.

“Language Helena! Mom’s totally fine with it anyways so it doesn’t matter and even if she wasn’t,  I want you here so you’re going to come here, and you just haaave to meet my boyfriend he’s such a sweetheart.” Lydia exclaimed and I chuckled shaking my head.

“Language my arse I’m going to curse all I please. Didn’t you say that about the last 3 as well love?” I asked my English accent prominent in my words.

“Ugh, it’s so ugly and unlady-like. Whatever, they don’t matter. But come on, I’ll pay for your ticket and you’re gonna love it here in Beacon Hills, it’s not like some religious catholic boarding school with some ugly uniform.” Lydia argued and I rolled my eyes biting my lip glancing at the door.

“I dunno Lydia I mean I am here for a reason believe it or not. Mum got pissed and sick of me and sent me here and I’d have to redo my driver’s license and everything I mean we drive on different sides of the bloody street!” I sighed as I ran my fingers across my bottom lip.

“She’s a drunkard Helena! She doesn’t give a hoot about you or what happens to you! We may be half-sisters but sisters none the less and you need a decent place to stay now I’m buying your freaking plane ticket when I get out of school today no matter what! And you are going to pack you stuff and be here! Now I have to go to school I’ll call you when I got the ticket done bye.” Lydia exclaimed and I sighed as I pulled my phone away from my ear to be meant with the flashing end call screen again. I set my phone on the end table this time and I placed my hands behind my head and I stared out at the window to the skies of Manchester.

“How bad could Beacon Hills be anyways?” I asked myself as I stretched and sat back up folding my legs under me.  I turned my head to look at the alarm clock that read 2 PM and I sighed as I stood up and I pulled off my uniform jumper and pulled down my skirt and threw the 2 articles of clothing in a messy pile. I glanced at the alarm clock again that now read 2:05.

“If it’s 2:05 PM here in Manchester theeeennn it’s about 6:05 in the morning tomorrow for her. This means that if she gets out of school at 1:30 PM and gets the ticket at about 2 PM theenn the earliest my flight would be is tonight at 10 so I have plenty of time.” I concluded to myself as I made my way over to my dresser opening it and grabbing a grey tank top out of it. I slipped it over my head and I pulled down my knee socks taking them off and flinging them on the floor by the dresser.