chapter one || bitchy belle

"Alright, it's causing me severe mental anguish, but he's right," Stiles tells his best friend.

"I know," Scott sighs.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone alive?" Stiles questions him.

"This is a pop quiz Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be attempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career," Mr. Harris threatens.

"Can you do that?" Stiles questions innocently.

"There it is again, your voice, triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I will see you in detention at three."

"Um, excuse me?" A voice calls out from the back of the classroom.

Mr. Harris turns towards the speaker. "Yes?"

"Yeah, hi, I just wanted to point out that what you just said to Mr. Stilinski can be counted as a serious threat which, might I add, is against the law. That sentence you just said could cost you your whole job so I strongly suggest you start watching what comes of that annoying hole on your face."

Stiles and Scott turn towards the speaker in shock that.

"And who are you?" Mr. Harris asks the brunette girl.

She shrugs. "Oh, nobody really, just someone who believes in the law, and people being treated fairly."

"Well, since you believe in that so much, then I guess it's only fair that I give you detention as well."

The no-named brunette girl shrugs. "Go ahead, but just know this, what I said was only a warning. Don't think I'll be afraid to tell the principle, because trust me when I say-- I'm not."

The snobby teacher opens his mouth to say something back but gets cut-off by Jackson quickly running out of the room. Mr. Harris opens his mouth, once again, to reply but gets cut off by the bell.

Belle gathers her things and walks out the door, a smirk planted on her face.

📘

"Nice dress." Belle turns her head away from her locker to look at the brown-eyed boy talking to Alison.

"Nice camera," Allison replies sweetly.

"Not her sister, her aunt," Harley tells her friend, catching both Belle and Allison's interest.

"The one who murdered all those people?" The girls friend asks back.

Harley nods. "Yeah, she was the crazy bitch who killed allthose people-- the fire, all those animal attacks, that was all her aunt."

"Are you kidding?" She asks in astonishment. "I sit next to her in English."

"Find a new seat."

Belle gets fed up with their conversation, slams her locker door and stomps towards them. "Why don't you shut up?" She asks in annoyance.

"And who are you?" Harley glares.

"Someone you don't want to mess with. Why don't you guys find something else to talk about?"

"Like what?" Harley's friend challenges her.

"Oh gee, I don't know, how about the fact that Harley stuffs her bra or the fact that you're boyfriend is cheating on you with Destiny? How about you talk about that, huh?" She smirks before walking back towards Allison, but she stops midway. "Oh and I'm sure Harley has enough tissue in her bra if you want to wipe your tears."

Belle walks up to Allison and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Don't let anything these people say get to you, they're not worth it. I'm sorry about your aunt, I'm sure she was once a good person. After all, evil isn't born it's made." She pats her shoulder before making her way towards detention.

"Hey, wait up!" The boy who was previously talking to Allison shouts yowards Belle.

She stops and turn around. "Yes?"

"That was really cool what you did back there for Allison."

Belle shrugs. "It was no big deal, her aunt may have done horrible things but that doesn't Allison should be blamed."

He smiles. "You're really nice, you know that Belle?"

She smiles back. "Thank you.. um?"

"Oh it's Matt," he says before putting his hand out.

She shakes it and nods. "Well, I have to go to detention so see you another time."

"Alright, well bye."

"Bye," she replies, giving a small wave.

She runs towards the detention room, knowing Mr. Harris will say something about her lateness. She runs through the door, slightly panting.

"You're late," Mr. Harris comments just as she presumed.

She rolls her eyes. "Congratulations, you can tell time."

She walks towards Stiles taking a seat next to him, and pulls out a book.

"Psst," Stiles attempts to whisper next to her. "Psst, I said, psst."

Belle sighs. "Yes?"

"Well, uh I just wanted to thank you for, um, sticking up for me so yeah."

She shrugs, something she seems to do a lot. "It's'no biggie."

"Well, its kind of a biggie to me, nobody really does that. Not even Scott."

She rolls her eyes. "Well, nobody deserves to be talked to like that."

He nods. "Right well thank you, again."

She nods before going back to her book. Stiles taps on his desk restlessly making Belle groan. "Can you stop that? It's annoying."

"Right sorry," Stiles says, putting his hands on his lap. "So... what are you reading?" He asks the brunette next to him.

She gives him a look. "A book."

"What kind?"

"The kind you read."

He nods his head. "Right."

📘

"Yo," Stiles says before crouching next to his were-wolf friend behind a gravestone.

Scott nods.

"Do you remember me?" An elderly man walks up to Alison.

"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asks Scott.

"Well, he's definately an Argent."

"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you calling me grandpa. So if its comfortable call me Gerard, for the time being, but I prefer grandpa."

"Hey you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral," Stiles suggests. "I mean, what if they're the non-hunting side of the family. There could be non-hunting Argents. Its possible, right?"

Scott shales his head. "No, I know what they are, they're reinforcements."

Stiles opens his mouth to say something back but gets pulled up by his arm, pulling Scott with him aswell.

"The two of you, ubelievable." Sheriff Stilinski says behind the two teenage boys. "Pick up my tie," he orders, before dragging the boys to his police car.

"Sorry, I know I'm supposed to ask," Stiles apologizes. The Sheriff only shakes his head in response.

A voice crackles through the police scanner. Mr. Stilinski pick it up. "I didn't copy that, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?"

"Disturbance in a car," Stiles whispers to Scott.

"They were taking a heart attack victim-- D.O.A. But something hit them."

"Hit the ambulance?" Sheriff Stilinski repeats in confusion.

"Copy that," Adam says back. "I'm standing in front of it right now, something got in the back-- there's blood everywhere, and I mean everywhere."

The Sheriff sighs. "Alright, unit 4, what's your 20?"

"Route 5 and post. I swear, I've seen anything like this."

"Alright, take it easy I'm on my way," The Sheriff replies. He turns towards the teenage boys behind him. "As for you two."

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Belle sighs as she walks through the door, throwing her backpack on the floor. "Dad, I'm home!"

"Upstairs!" He yells.

She jogs upstairs and walks into her father's study. "Hi dad," she says before kissing him on the cheek.

"Hi sweetie," he replies.

"What are you doing?" She asks, watching him lool through papers.

He sighs. "I'm looking through the towns history, did you know there are quite a few animal attacks here? All unexplained, of course."

"Are you thinking, what I'm thinking?"

He chuckles. "I never know what you're thinking."

She rolls her eyes, a slight smile on your face. "You know what I mean, dad."

He sighs. "Well, than yes. There's only one explanation."

"Were-wolves."

so belle and her father know about the supernatural, are they here to help or to hurt?

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