𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ── 𝘚.𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘒𝘐

♡ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ♡

♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦

meet miss bubblegum.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

DALLAS KIMBERLY GARCIA.

Her name was famous around Beacon Hills, in the high ranks with the likes of Lydia Martin and Jackson Whittmore. But if you didn't care for shallow, high school popularity, you'd recognize her as the daughter of the influential lawyer, James Garcia.

Only if you dug deep enough - looked into the Garcia family tree, you'd see her as the daughter of the women who disappeared in the homey little town only six years ago.

At ten years old, Dallas was left freezing at an ice rink by her mother who was supposed to pick her up but was found by none other than Sheriff Stilinski. Her father, stressed out of his mind, committed a full wide search for his wife.

As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, Marilyn Garcia was never found. There were rumours of death, alien abduction, and even the odd ghost story of what could've possibly lurked in the outskirts of Beacon Hills.

But during it all, Dallas refused to be confined in the boxes that people wanted to push her in. She was more than the kid of a woman who did a disappearing act - she never knew what happened to her mom, but she knew for sure that she wasn't dead.

So, Dallas Garcia reinvented herself.

She built up thick walls and shut everybody else out, except Lydia and Jackson, the two people who abided by her side through everything. Her sharp tongue and carefree attitude seemed to hide her insecurity and loneliness well. She was no longer Beacon Hill's charity case, but their very own bubblegum bitch.

But even under the makeup, bitchy attitude and negligence-

she would always be the girl who was left in the cold.

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Dallas groaned aloud as her morning alarm rang through her brightened bedroom. Pulling the pink eye mask from her face, she sat up and stretched her arms outward.

The brunette picked up her phone from the blank, wooden bedside table and flickered through her messages. A couple of missed calls from Lydia Martin, a plethora of texts, and multiple tagged comments clouded her vision.

"Social media first thing in the morning rots the brain." her father spoke from the doorway, grasping a cup of Italian coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. His dark hair was slicked back with hair gel and his suit was fitted against his torso.

She gave him a lopsided grin. "Ugh, hopefully. My stupid thoughts won't ever let me sleep."

"Come on, up. It's a new semester, you can't roll into school in your pajamas."

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In the kitchen, James sat at his kitchen island sipping his black coffee as his daughter entered with a laundry basket on her hip and a flask of orange juice in her hand.

"Okay, this is all the laundry from my room. I have to go shopping with Lydia so I'll be home a little late and don't worry about driving me to school, she's picking me up." she huffed, placing the basket by the washer. "You know, you should really think about getting me a car, Dad."

James chuckled at his daughter, and brought the mug to his mouth. "Okay, first of all, who's the adult here?" he quirked a brow. "And secondly, you can't even keep a plant alive in your room, how am I suppose to trust you with the big responsibility of a vehicle?"

"Because I said please?" she frowned idly.

The lawyer placed his cup down and met his daughter's eyes. "Show me you can be responsible.. like Stilinski's kid!"

Dallas's stance buckled at the mention of Stiles. She hated how much her chest tightened around him and she'd become a giggling mess, hence why the brunette tended to steer clear. Stiles Stilinski had made it perfectly clear that he had eyes for her best friend and it hurt like a bitch every time she thought about it.

She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the continuous beeping of a car horn outside her home. The brunette locked eyes with her father as they both hummed out a response.

"Lydia."

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Stiles Stilinski leaned against the bike rack in front of Beacon Hills Highschool as his long time friend approached him. "Okay, let's see this thing." he watched as the boy raised his shirt a little, a bloody bandage lying underneath. "Woah!"

Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski had gone hunting for a dead body in the middle of the night - which was mainly due to Stiles's persistent pestering - and while they did find the body, Scott seemed to find something otherworldly too - and was bitten by it.

"Yeah. Woah!" he hissed as he lowered the plaid shirt back over the bite and readjusted his backpack that was slung over his shoulder. "It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

The lanky boy ran a hand over his buzzcut and scoffed. "A wolf bit you?"

Shoving his hands in his pockets, the asthmatic nodded. "Uh-huh."

"No, not a chance."

Scott's short curly hair fell in front of his face before he pushed it away and straightened his posture. "I heard a wolf howling."

"No, you didn't."

The asthmatic cursed silently and ran a hand over his face. "What do you mean, no, I didn't? How do you know what I heard?"

With a giant bite taken out of his side, Scott wasn't really in the mood to put up with his best friend's sarcasm and dry humour.

Stilinski examined his surroundings and bounced in his sneakers as his lacrosse stick hung from his backpack. "Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in like.. 60 years."

Nearby, Dallas and Lydia exited the strawberry blonde's car and groaned at the very sight of the dreaded building.

"One of these days I'm gonna burn this place down," Dallas commented dryly, slamming the car door shut as Lydia sent her an amused look. Jackson approached the two and slung his muscled arm over his girlfriend's shoulder as Danny leaned against the vehicle.

"Dal, you look like someone just ran over your dog," Jackson commented as Danny snickered.

The Martin hummed while clutching her notepad. "She's talking about arson again."

The four approached the school, Jackson and Lydia in front and Danny and Dallas behind. Fumbling with her fluffy, pink pen and her schoolbooks - the brunette raised her head and met eyes with Stiles Stilinski, who swallowed harshly mid-sentence.

"-This is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since - since the birth of..." he averted his eyes to the strawberry blonde "Lydia Martin."

The Garcia chewed on her lip as her grip on the textbooks tightened and confidence began to soften.

Stiles turned back to his best friend and gutted disappointed. "You're the cause of this, you know."

Scott raised a brow at his friend as he noticed his hesitation not moments before. "The cause of what?"

"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association." they both treaded inside as the bell echoed through the distant halls and courtyard. "I've been scarlet-nerded by you."

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The teacher scribbled the class project onto his dusty chalkboard as the plethora of teenagers sighed heavily behind him. Some were chewing gum, others texting and some catching up on the extra sleep they had missed. Dallas and Lydia were seated at the back, in perfect view of Scott and Stiles's peculiar conversations.

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." The man announced while Scott gave a knowing look to Stiles who beamed with joy. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester.

Amongst the tired groans, Lydia nudged Dallas from behind her which caused the girl to spin around and face her. "Are you coming to watch tryouts later? Jackson has gotten super jacked since last semester thanks to me."

"Ugh, gross." Dallas scrunched up her nose in disgust. "I have much better things to do than watch a bunch of guys chase after a ball with sticks, Lydia."

"You'd be a bad friend if you didn't, Dallie." she leaned forward and silently pleaded. "Oh, come on. Some of the lacrosse players are crazy cute, besides, cheer practice is on. You can still watch it."

Dallas quirked a brow. "Do you remember that you have a boyfriend, Lyds?"

"What? I can look but not touch."

"Miss Martin!" the teacher grasped their attention as his arms folded intimidatingly. "Miss Garcia, do you have anything to share with the class?"

Scott glanced at the brunette, as did Stiles and the rest of the large class. Her amused expression didn't falter as she nodded.

"Yes, Sir." Dallas folded her arms and leaned forward. "In fact, you might want to take it up with the school district. The cheer team has been severely underfunded for months now and your patriarchal idea that the uniforms are 'one size fits all' has seemed to fall flat. We need new uniforms, I mentioned this last month."

Stiles snickered under his breath while Lydia rolled her eyes. Much like her father, Dallas had always been the argumentative type and never shied away from a debate, her manipulative ways carried her well through life.

"I totally agree, sir. We all know how tough these girls have it already, dancing on the field and calling it a sport." Jackson raised his voice.

"Wouldn't have to cheer you on if you could actually score once in a while." she snapped back, amusement, and playfulness in her tone. To the naked eye, it would seem that Jackson and Dallas hated each other and in the beginning, they did. But making fun of each other was how their relationship worked. Despite the sly comments and toying, there was always a friend-for-life behind them.

"This is science, not debate class." the teacher spoke over the two. "Miss Garcia, your concerns are greatly appreciated, but the suggestion box exists for a reason. Please use it."

Pulling himself away from the amusing conversation, Scott McCall projected his attention to the pretty brunette who sat underneath a tree outside of the glass window. Somehow, he managed to hear her struggling through her bag and complaining about a missing pen.

Moments later, the class all looked up to the Principal, who stood beside the same girl.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent." he watched as she studied the room, a brown leather jacket hung over her shoulders and a teal scarf draped around her neck. "Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

She took a seat behind Scott, who used the opportunity to give her his spare pen.

She furrowed her eyebrows before grinning slightly and taking the pen from his fingertips. "Thanks."

"-Im just saying, you should listen to your students. You may learn a few things, teach."

"Don't make me send you to the principal, Garcia."

"Okay, Okay." the brunette replied between laughs as the teacher gave her a warning look, Lydia snickering behind her. "Suggestion box. Got it."

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The hallways flooded with students as the bell rang. Scott McCall watched as Allison approached her new locker, taking a glance at him as she did. Offering a fetching smile, the brunette waved in his direction. Her attention was quickly grasped as Lydia Martin and Dallas Garcia appeared behind her.

"That jacket is absolutely killer." Lydia examined the leather, her hip cocked to one side and her hand raised. "Where'd you get it?"

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

Lydia shared a look with her best friend before turning her head back to Allison. "And you are my new best friend."

"Ouch, kick me to the curb because I criticised your boyfriend's lacrosse skills?" she smirked to Lydia who was suddenly pulled back by Jackson Whittmore, who placed a kiss on her lips as Dallas made a gagging sound to Allison who giggled in response.

"Its something Dallas does daily. Careful if you're any other classes with her, she likes to try and sue the teachers." Jackson looked up and hooked his arm around the strawberry blonde.

Metres away, across the hall, Scott was still watching the girl as Stiles approached him. "Well, Dallas sure spiced up everyone's morning." the asthmatic turned his head to Stiles who took a glance at the brunette in question. He noticed how her hair was swept to one side and how she tilted her head back to laugh at something Jackson had said.

"Yep, she has a way of capturing everyone's attention, doesn't she?" Stiles mumbled idly, seeming lost in thought before clearing his throat and turning back to Scott. Although, his best friend seemed to have been lost in thought too - keeping his eyes on the clique, almost as if he could hear them.

"So, this weekend, there's a party." Lydia leaned against Jackson while Dallas rolled her brown eyes.

"A party?" Allison raised a brow.

"Friday night, you should totally come with us. Im starting to outgrow the third wheel position." she nodded her head to Lydia and Jackson before mumbling. "No offense."

"Uh, I can't. Its family night this Friday." the tucked a strand of hair behind her ear shyly. "Thanks for asking."

Jackson hoisted his arm up against the locker as Scott listened in the hallway, Stiles arguing with another student beside him. "You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?"

Dallas snickered as Jackson scoffed. "Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse." he nodded to the Garcia girl who kept her giggles to a minimum. "We've won the state championship for the past three years."

Lydia ruffled up her boyfriend's hair and leaned closer to him. "Because of a certain team captain."

"Yeah and with the help of your gracious cheer team. You're welcome." Dallas hissed as he elbowed her playfully. "Oh, and Allison, if you ever feel like trying out, I can put a good word in for you."

Allison shook her head but grinned. "Im more of an on-stand type of cheerer, but I appreciate it anyway."

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes." he stuttered. "That is if you don't have anywhere else-"

"Well, I was going to-"

Lydia rolled her eyes and used one arm to grab Allison and the other Dallas. "Perfect. You're coming." she then shared a look with an exhausted-looking Garcia. "You too, Elle Woods."

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Stiles Stilinski let out a few rough breaths as he carried his lacrosse gear across the field. "But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench." he staggered. "Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?"

"All you do is watch the cheerleaders anyway, Stiles." Scott snickered. "You won't even notice im gone. I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines." he dropped his bag onto the bench while Lydia and Allison reached the nearby stands.

Dallas was behind them, in her gym attire, her bag dropped next to her feet. "You forced me to watch Jackson all break, he's gonna kill it."

Coach Finstock yelled from beside Scott, causing him to jump. "McCall!" he watched as the boy spun around to face him. "You're on goal." he threw a helmet to the boy who stuttered slightly.

"I've never played."

The coach sighed heavily. "I know - scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day back thing. Get 'em energized, fired up!"

Scott furrowed his eyebrows and ran his hand over the helmet in his hand. "What about me?"

"Try not to take any in the face. Let's go! Come on!" Coach Finstock then brushed his attention to Dallas who was mid-conversation on the benches. "Garcia! You're on the right side on the field. Consider your suggestion for new uniforms... considered."

Allison studied Scott as he stood protectively over the goal, rolling his shoulders with laboured breaths. "Who is that?"

Lydia ran her eyes over the field as she watched Dallas's clan of cheerleaders stretch before her eyes landed on Scott. "Him? I'm not sure who he is."

The McCall's head turned slightly as he heard their conversation, which would seem impossible. Yet every word was crystal clear. "Why?"

Allison didn't respond as the whistle blew, making Scott's ears ring with pain. The ball flew towards him and hit the boy directly in the face, knocking him from his feet. Dallas winced as she watched from afar, it was almost as if the coach had set him up to fail.

Yet, surprisingly, the next ball landed directly into his net. With each ball that flew his way, the asthmatic caught it with ease. Stiles cheered from the bench - something Dallas thought was sweet. Feeling the familiar heat spread across her cheeks and nose, she tore her attention away and helped her team arrange the pyramid formation.

The brunette Argent crossed her arms, seemingly impressed. "He seems like he's pretty good."

Lydia furrowed her brows curiously. "Yeah.. very good."

All the confidence soon shrunk in Scott's body as Jackson's face contorted with jealousy, slamming his lacrosse stick across another player's chest and pushing himself at the front of the line.

Scott could feel the sweat build up in his palms as he watched Jackson readjust his stance. "Oh, god."

To the McCall, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Jackson's charge full speed ahead, the swing of his arm, and even the leap in the air was no match for him as he caught the ball effortlessly. Stiles jumped up from his seat and let out a proud yelp, cheering on for his best friend like many others in the crowd. "That is my friend!"

The strawberry blonde arose from her seat and cheered for Scott, causing Jackson's jaw to buckle and him to glare at Scott with powerful jealousy.

He wasn't sure what, but something had definitely changed.

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A/N: you all know how much I suck at intros so spare me a little judgement my heart cant take it :(