Chapter One

"He acts like someone pissed in his Cheerios."

"I had visions, I was in them I was looking into the mirror"

Rosalie let out a loud groan as she heard her alarm and she grabbed a pillow to stuff it over her face. After a second, she threw it off of her and she pushed herself up. One of her favorite songs, Flagpole Sitta, was playing as she climbed out of her bed. All summer she was able to sleep in, but today was her first day of sophomore year so instead of waking up at eleven everyday she had to wake up at six. Why? Because if she didn't come to school with a full face of makeup and her blonde hair unfrizzed she would hear the wrath of Lydia Martin.

The young woman was smart and decided to take a shower the night before, putting her hair in rollers so she could wake up a little later. She knew that extra energy would come in handy throughout the day. Roslie sat herself down at the vanity in the corner of her room and started on her makeup, singing along to the lyrics of that song which was still playing from her alarm.

Once she was done, Rosalie opened her closet to grab the outfit she had hung up the night before. That was one thing she could always count on, being prepared. This outfit consisted of a black blouse that she tucked into a white skirt. The blonde pulled her long curled hair out of the neck of her shirt and grabbed a pair of black heels, slipping them on. If there weren't standards set by the queen bee of Beacon Hills, Rosalie knew she would be wearing skinny jeans and black converses instead of this uncomfortable outfit.

Before going down for breakfast, Rosalie grabbed a necklace and the matching set of earrings to put on quickly. She glanced at her watch and she cursed under her breath as she saw the time. If she didn't hurry, her brother wouldn't hesitate to leave her in the dust. She quickly grabbed her purse and walked out of her room, making her way down the stairs. When she made it to the kitchen, Rosalie searched through it to find her breakfast.

"Hurry up, Princess. Before I leave-

"My ass, I know." Rosalie chuckled as she cut her brother off, earning a laugh from him in response. A lot of people disliked Jackson Whittemore, but when he was at home he was ten times more tolerable. Maybe it was the fact that he felt he needed to be the big bad popular guy, but deep inside he was a big ole teddy bear.

As Rosalie settled for a banana, Jackson ushered her out the door. "Let's go, let's go." He said as he shut the door behind him.

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JACKSON WHIPPED INTO into the parking lot in his grey Porsche, pulling into a parking spot right beside a guy who was putting up his bike. As Rosalie got out and he pulled off his helmet, she recognized that mop of brown hair to be Scott McCall's, bestie of Stiles Stilinski. She didn't know them too well, other than going to school with them all her life and this was mostly because Jackson always told her "They're losers, don't even waste your time." She couldn't help but think how cute the two were- always cutting up in class and such.

As Jackson opened his door, he hit Scott with it making Rosalie chuckle under her breath. "Dude, watch the paint job." Jackson grumbled to him as if it wasn't his fault. Aaand there he was, Jackson Whittemore the asshole.

"Yo Jackson, let's go bro!" A friend of his called out, making Jackson look over his shoulder at him. He looked back at Scott with his usual 'I'm better than you' glare and stalked off.

Rosalie walked around the front of the car to Scott. "Don't listen to him. He acts like someone pissed in his Cheerios."

"Everyday?" Scott asked with a small smile, making Rosalie laugh in response.

"Just about." She replied with a roll of her eyes, right before she heard her best friend call out to her. "See ya later, McCall."

With a playful wink, the girl turned on her heel and walked up the slope in front of the school. When she saw her strawberry blonde friend, she grinned widely engulfing the young woman in an immediate hug.

"Hey, Rose! Your outfit is killer today." Lydia squealed as she hugged her back tightly.

"Yours too, Queenie, as usual." She stepped back, that smile widening across her pale pink lips. "First day back, how do you feel?"

"Like I'm about to rule the school, of course." Lydian sent her a wink and she linked arms with her.

"Of course." Rosalie laughed quietly and she looked ahead of them to see Stiles and Scott pausing right at the stairs of the entrance to the school. A small smile made its way onto her lips as she saw the dork.

When they began to walk past them, Stiles looked at Lydia like a puppy in love. "Hey, Lydia. You look..." He started like he was going to compliment her, but he realized she wasn't going to even acknowledge him. "Like you're going to ignore me..."

"Hey, Stiles." Rosalie said with a small wave of her fingers, seeming to surprise him.

"H-Hey!" He said with a shocked expression and as they walked up the stairs, she could hear him speaking to Scott again. "Did you hear that? Rosalie Whittemore knows my name."

"She sure does, bud."

Lydia rolled her eyes as she tugged her best friend into the school. "Why must you talk to the peasants?"

She could tell Lydia was joking, but she stopped in her tracks making her friend turn to face her. "They seem really nice, Lydia. I don't understand why you guys either completely ignore them or bully them like Jackson does."

Any humor drained from Lydia's face as she rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She saw a friend of hers and she squealed, running over to them to leave Rosalie alone once again. A small huff fell past her lips and she began to walk to class. Maybe it was time to ditch the popular getup and make some real friends.

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AFTER THE LAST CLASS of the day, Lydia walked up to the new girl that had joined their first day, Rosalie being by her side." That jacket is absolutely killer. Where did you get it?" Lydia asked her, whose name she found to be Allison. She was stunning in an innocent type of way. It was only a matter of time before Lydia sunk her claws into her and took that innocence away.

"My mom was a buyer from a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison replied kindly, glancing over to Rosalie with a smile.

"And you are my new best friend." Lydia stated, pointing a dainty finger at her. This made Rosalie chuckle as she looked at Allison with a playful pout.

"I guess I'm chopped liver." She said, Allison laughing quietly at her comment.

"Until your dad buys you a cool jacket from San Fran, yes." Lydia retorted, making Rosalie wonder if she was still aggravated about their earlier conversation. She was usually one to hold grudges.

"Hey, Jackson." Lydia said with a giggle as he walked up, greeting him with an immediate kiss right in front of the other two.

Rosalie looked at Allison with a crinkle of her nose, pointing her finger at her extended tongue as she made a "bleh" noise. The two laughed lightly and then Rosalie held out a hand to Allison. "My name's Rosalie, by the way, and these two lovebirds are Lydia and Jackson, my adoptive brother."

"I'm Allison. It's nice to meet you guys." Allison replied with a wide grin, shaking Rosalie's hand. "It's so to already have some friends. I thought I was going to be alone all year."

"Not with us around." Lydia sent her a wink as she nudged the girl with her elbow. "And this is a great time to bring up the party this weekend."

"A party?" Allison questioned as she glanced at Jackson for a moment.

"Yeah." He nodded his head as he slipped his arm around Lydia's waist and he placed his other hand on the locker beside Allison. "This Friday, you should come."

"I can't. It's family night this Friday, but thanks for asking." Allison declined, but in a kind way.

Rosalie felt as though a few eyes on them, not that it was unusual, but she just felt the need to glance over her shoulder. A little bit away, Scott and Stiles were talking to a girl as Scott was looking at Allison. Seemed like our boy McCall had already developed a crush.

Scott noticed that Rosalie was looking at them and seemed to get flustered, probably because he was caught in the act of staring. Rosalie sent him a small smile and returned her attention to her friends.

"We have practice in a few moments, that is if..." Jackson trailed off and since Rosalie hadn't been paying attention, she realized they probably told her about the popular lacrosse team at Beacon Hills.

"Well, I was going to-" Allison began to decline the invitation to watch their practice, but Lydia cut her off.

"Perfect, you're coming with us." Lydia said with a broad smile, grabbing the girls hand and beginning to tug her with them.

"Hold on tight." Rosalie leaned in close to Allison, dropping her voice to a whisper. "This clique is going to take you for a wild ride."

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WORD COUNT: 1619

Oops I did it again. I made another fanfic, but oh well. I love Teen Wolf and I've been wanting to post one for a very long time. Hope you enjoy!