SEASON ONE, EPISODE ONE
WOLF MOON
"Man I hate high school."
IT has been three years since the Caines women lost their husband and father, Henry Caines. You may be wondering, how did he die? A freaking vampire. Yeah, that's right a vampire. Kids all around the world are told that monsters aren't real, and that they won't hurt you when you're going to bed, but all of that was a lie to Isabelle Buffy Caines. She's extra careful now wherever she goes, wondering if the thing that murdered her dad is trying to go after her or her mom next. It's even more difficult when she's about to be going into her sophmore year in just a couple of minutes.
Rolling her eyes she grabbed her bag and started to head downstairs. She's been living in Beacon Hills for three years and its absolute hell on earth to her. She loved where they lived when she was little, in the middle of Chicago. They had a nice huge light blue victorian home where Isabelle had access to play with her friends a big backyard. Now, she's living in a tinier home, which is still nice, but her father isn't in it with them.
Isabelle wouldn't say that she's popular, no. She wouldn't say that she's lonely either. When she first moved here to Beacon Hills people started to find out information about her and her family, which she found was extremely rude. I mean, who takes time out of their day to learn things about her family instead of theirs. Of course being the new kid in middle school, she was the highlight of the week towards the end of the school when she came. Girls came coming up to her, and boys started to stare at her. She met one girl however, Lydia Martin. Lydia was very popular, had everyone wrapped around her freshly painted red fingers as she basically bossed them around.
She found Isabelle interesting and wanted to be friends with her. They hung out pretty much every day after school and on the weekends. Isabelle found out that she was indeed very smart, and they loved to study together while Lydia talked about boys or new outfits that the two should get.
However, during the summer before freshman year things started to change. With knowing Lydia for nine months Lydia started to get annoyed with Isabelle. How she would always not want to hang out on a certain night saying how she has a family tradition to watch a certain show, or how she wouldn't bring up her family life at all, mainly her father. In Lydia's mind, she should be able to tell her these things, since they were friends and everything.
Then Jackson Whittemore came around. Tall, handsome and an asshole. But Lydia didn't care. Nine months down the drain and she ditched Belle for him. Belle didn't know how to think, she didn't know if she should cry or go straight to Lydia and knock some sense into her, but she just left it away. She and Lydia later had a staring contest each time they saw each other.
During Belle's freshman year she sat next to a girl named Erica Reyes. Now, with the looks that anyone could see, Belle knew that nobody really wanted to be Erica's friend, but one day Erica asked Belle a question and they have been friends ever since.
Now here Belle is getting ready to go into the least liked place in her town and sease the day.
"Bye mom! Can't talk, I promised Erica that I'd meet her by my parking spot!" Isabelle said to her mother as Harper nodded and made her daughter stop. Isabelle wondered what her mom wanted and smiled as Harper made her daughter open her hands, handing her a protein bar.
"I know you don't like breakfast, but please eat something. You need energy for the first day." Nodding her head, she laughed and hugged her mom while getting into her car. She got her car right when she turned sixteen. It wasn't a surprise of what kind she was going to get, her mom had tried to get the exact replica of her dads (remembering how much she talked about it) and found a shop that had one.
She was a good driver, not the best but if her mom needed a ride or Erica needed one, she would offer to drive them, loving to be in the front seat.
Like mentioned earlier, she was there in no time. Being that close to school in her opinion was a perk but it could be bad sometimes.
Taking off the seatbelt, she looked over to see her best friend standing outside her door.
"God I hate school. I also hate first days, where the teachers are expected to have you basically prepare a fact about yourself that no one wants to know, and you've seen teenagers that you've known since you were little. It sucks." Isabelle laughed.
"Love the enthusiasm. What a great attitude for the first day of sophmore year E." Isabelle announced as Erica rolled her eyes playfully, the two teens started to walk up to the school entrance. Isabelle and Erica were completely different vibes, but they still got along pretty great. Erica is beautiful, but she doesn't really like to dress up the way Belle does. You could catch Erica wearing something on the line of jeans or leggins with some baggy t-shirt, sometimes mixed with a grey zip-up jacket and mascara. Her hair would either be in a ponytail or down but a little frizzy- she chose to wear it down today.
On the other hand, Isabelle loves anything with color. She doesn't really dress up like Lydia does, but on occasion she would wear a skirt or a dress. Usually she wears jeans ( with flares ) a cute top or tank top and any accessory that she could find. Today she chose jeans with flares of course, and a light blue long sleeve, with her all time favorite black converse. Her hair was done, she curled it this morning and added some mascara with minimal makeup. When she was friends with Lydia back then, she taught her everything that she knows how to do now.
Seeing how students were pulling in now, Isabelle looked over to her friend. She gets nervous and hates people staring at her. If someone was looking badly at her, Belle would give them a look, and they would look away. If Belle was in a bad mood, she would cuss them out.
Scoffing she saw Lydia walk up next to them. She obviously pushed past Isabelle and muttered something cruel under her breath. The two blondes rolled their eyes and saw how Stiles Stilinski- a boy in their grade, who had a major crush on Lydia. If you were to stand next to him and have a conversation with the boy, you would hear her name being mentioned once or twice. Standing next to him was Scott McCall. Isabelle didn't have anything against Scott, he was nice to her. He always smiled at her when they passed each other in the hallways. Isabelle knows Scott because she used to work at the animal shelter with him in ninth grade. From time to time, Stiles would show up and talk Scott's ear off. Stiles and Isabelle don't really have anything in common (or so they thought), they tend to bicker whenever they're near each other.
Stiles gets annoyed at the young Caines girl when she mentions something off about Lydia, and vise versa. Scott would just wish that the two of them would get over this little ongoing fight that the two have and make up or something. He's always telling Stiles how they have many things in common, but he just won't listen.
"Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia, you look... like you're going to ignore me." He said with a hurt look on his face. Isabelle chuckled at the boy as he turned to look at the two girls. Erica tried her hardest to ignore the whole conversation as Scott smiled at Belle.
"Hey Belle." Scott said as Belle instantly lit up at the sound of her nickname, while giving him a tiny wave.
"You know, I think it's time for you to stop obsessing over Lydia. Side note, she doesn't even like Star Wars." Stiles shook his head and put his hands in his pockets. "It's crazy that you try and make me hate her, just because you do. Maybe, you just wish you were Lydia."
Isabelle laughed sarcastically.
"No. She's too stuck up. I'm fine with being me. Come on E, let's leave Anakin to obsess over Padme, but in this reality, they'll never get together." Erica laughed quietly, happy that she didn't have to talk to the boys. Stiles was shocked. Yes, she talked badly about Lydia once again, but he didn't know that she Star Wars.
Scott shook his head.
Turning back to look back at his best friend, he started his speech. "You're the cause of this you know." Scott stared back at him, "uh-huh."
"Dragging me down into your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you."
Ronnie speaks!
Here it is!!!
Some major details were added to stiles and belles "friendship." Right now the two obviously don't like each other, but trust me they will ;)
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