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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄
new girl : episode three
ESTELLA SANG AS SHE TWIRLED
around her kitchen. She had some flour smudged on her cheek as she danced to Girls Just Want To Have Fun . She had her own kitchen, her own house. Her own life.
Most people would look at her dancing around in her now messy kitchen and think she's happy — which she is — but she was also sad. Sad she didn't have any family except Natalie Martin and Lydia Martin. Sad most of her friends moved away before high school started. But she was also happy. She was happy that she had Lydia and all of her friends.
Stella bounced slightly as she slid her heart shaped purple cookie dough into the oven. She grabbed her phone that was neatly decorated with lilacs and slid onto her counter. She grabbed a small ball of raw cookie dough and popped it into her mouth as she texted Lydia.
are you still picking me up?
lids ✨
yes, obviously
why are up so early?
i wanted to make some cookies before school! to give to my new peers!
and i have try outs that i wanna practice for
lids ✨
stop being so cute and sleep in tomorrow
see you in two hours
weirdo.
Estella chuckled and set her phone down. She slid off the counter and ran upstairs to change. She pushed open her bedroom door with a yawn. Her room was cozy.
Of course, it was all purple. She had a big four poster bed with sheer drapes hanging down between the posts. It had dozens of plushies neatly stacked by the pillows. Her vanity was not as neat, it had perfume bottles and makeup strewn over the surface.
She had curtains drawn open with lacy white ribbons holding them open. She skipped over to her wardrobe and pulled it open. She played with her frilly pj shorts as she scanned the purple and white clothes in her closet. Did she have a very unhealthy obsession with the color purple? Yes. Did she care? No.
She grabbed a white cardigan and a high waisted lilac skirt. She layed them on the bed before grabbing white tights with small flowers sewn on them, along with her purple mary janes.
After getting dressed, she ran back down stairs to pull her two trays off cookies out of the oven. She let them cool down as she gathered her supplies for school, shoving them in her purse before grabbing the piping bags to frost the cookies. She colors in little flowers before putting them in containers after they dry.
She heard a loud honk from outside and quickly grabbed everything she needed for school and ran outside. She got into Lydia's car and took a deep breath.
She was ready for high school.
Surely she was.
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Estella smiled as she walked to her locker. This was so exciting. — she saw so many new faces. She opened her locker and immediately pulled out a polaroid of her with Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Allison. They were all so happy then. She gently bit her bottom lip as she taped it to her locker.
She took a deep breath and put some of her books in her locker as she looked around. Across the hall she saw a very beautiful boy. He had messy sandy hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes, if Stella's favourite colour was blue that would be the shade she liked the most. He was talking with his friend and every time he smiled or laughed Estella's heart would do a weird thing against her ribs.
He looked over at her and she blushed, looking back into her locker as she clutched the container. Breathe, Estella. Breathe. She took a deep breath but before she could work up the courage to turn and walk over to him she heard someone talk from beside her.
"Hey."
She jumps and lets out a small yelp earning the attention of people around her. Stella blushed as she looked at the people staring at her before her eyes landed on the boy in front of her. She clears her throat. The boy opens his mouth to speak but Estella holds out the now open container and says, "Have one. I made them myself."
He chuckles and nods, "Thank you." He smiled and took one. "I'm Liam."
"Estella..." She nodded. "Everyone calls me Stella, but you can cal me Estella— my mom liked it better than the nicknames my friends gave me—" She notices his raised eyebrows and took a small step back. "Sorry... How are they?"
Liam takes a bite of the cookie and hums. "They're good. Thanks." He smiled.
"Yeah..." She nodded as he walked away.
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Stella was wearing her gym clothe — white work out shorts with a matching lacy tank top. She was tying her hair up into a pony tail as she followed closely behind Stiles and Scott, she was gonna get some practice in before they had try outs. She was trying out to be part of the cheer team so she could cheer on her best friends while they played.
"Of course you're still the team captain. You got your grades up, just like Coach told you to, right?" Stiles nodded as he lugged his duffle bag around.
"Yeah," Scott shrugged, "but he never told me I was back on the team— he just told me to show up at try-outs today."
Stiles sighs and leans on the bleachers beside him. "We got bigger things to deal with, anyway. Did you tell Argent yet?"
Scott nodded and rubbed his forehead. "Uh, I texted him, but he didn't get back to me..."
"About what happened in Mexico, right?" Estella asked as she looked at both of the boys.
Stiles ignores Estella's question and turned to Scott with an incredulous look. "You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?"
Scott winces slightly and shrugs, "I didn't have the money to call France."
"Yeah, you think you got money problems? Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House." Stiles sighed as he looked back out onto the field.
Estella raises an eyebrow. "Stiles, i could always—"
Stiles puts a hand over the small girl's mouth and pets her hair making her glare up at him as he talks. "This one said 'final', unfortunately."
Estwllla pulls Stiles' hand off her mouth but doesn't bother to move the hand that's carding through her hair. "Now, what the hell are we doing here, anyway?" He sighed. "We got like, one hundred and seventeen million problems, and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them."
Scott got distracted by someone on the field. "...It is now."
Estella and Stiles follow his gaze and her breath hitches. The boy in the goal skilfully catches every ball that was thrown his way and when he took off his helmet, Estella bit her lip softly. He was... so pretty...
"Who the hell is that?" Stiles huffed.
"Nice, Liam!" Garrett called out from the field. "You might just be our first-ever freshman captain."
Liam notices Estella staring at him and his gaze slides over to her. He smirks and gives her a wave. She lets out a breath she really didn't know she was holding and gives him a small wave back.
Stiles slaps her hand which snaps her out of her hormonal daze. He scoffs, "Who's side are you on?"
Scott chuckles as he puts his hands on Stella's shoulders. "Clearly the horn—"
"Scott!" She slapped his chest and stormed towards the bleachers to get ready to help the boy's practice.
Stiles shakes his head with a sigh, "Our little girl is all grown up."
Scott looks at his best friend with confusion. "She's not our—
"Sh." Stiles waves his hand in front of Scott's face. "I'm trying to hold myself back from beating up Liam."
Scott chuckles, "I don't think you'd win—"
"Hey!"
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"An axe-murderer?"
Estella was standing next to Scott and Kira as Stiles went on an on about some murder that happened. "A family-murdering axe-murderer!"
"I already heard about it." Scott shrugged.
Stiles raises his eyebrows. "Wait, what? You did? How?"
"My mom called me. She knew we'd see it on the news."
"Perfect!" Stiles smiled and went to walk away. "Let's go!"
"Whoa, whoa—" Scott grabs his arm, "we've got econ in five minutes..."
"All right," Stiles nodded, "did you forget the part about the family-murdering axe-murderer?"
"Did you forget your dad's the sheriff?" Scott retorted. "They want us to stay out of it."
"Are you guys kidding me?" Stiles scoffed. "There's a family-murdering axe-murderer and we're not going to do anything about it?"
Kira cringes slightly and shrugs, "Maybe we should just let the adults handle it."
"So, the two of you, you just want to stay here, school, go to class?" When the two older teenagers nod he shakes his head disapprovingly. "Never heard anything so irresponsible in my life!"
He looks down at the younger blonde girl. "Stelly, my lovely very little friend." Stiles smiled and clasped his hands together. "Would you like to go—"
Scott puts his hand out in front of Stella. "You're not taking E out of school on her first day of high school."
Stiles shakes his head. "So irresponsible." He made a face of disgust before walking away.
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"As a reminder, it's an open tryout today—" Coach called out as Stella tightened her ponytail. It was finally time for cheer tryouts and she was ecstatic. She sat on the bleachers with the rest of the girls who were trying out, the captain was running a little late, so Stella was focusing on the lacrosse practice. "All positions available. This is a rebuilding season, people! Jackson's gone, Lahey's gone... Greenburg, the one guy I actually wanted gone, was held back... again." He waved his hands around. "Get your asses on the field!"
Stiles chuckles and pats Stella on the back. "You look adorable in your uniform. Surprised they had one small enough—"
"You aren't funny." Stella smiled sarcastically as she tied her laces. "I have to focus for this practice. I'm gonna make the team."
"You sure they accept girls of your size—"
"Go before i get Coach to get you out of try outs." Stella put her hands on her hip and glared at the scrawny boy.
Stiles held up his hands and moved away from her before winking at her, walking back over to his friend.
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"Terrible!"
"Horrifying!"
"Pathetic!"
"Unbelievably pathetic!" Coach called out as the players finished their laps. "Is that everyone?" He asked right as Stiles finished, he was already soaking with sweat and panting which make Stella cringe.
"Yup, that's everyone."
Scott grabs his best friend who looked like he was gonna pass out. "I got you."
Estella turned her attention away from the two idiots and onto Liam, who was doing push ups seeming unaffected by the laps he was forced to run. He sees her watching him and smiles at her. She smiles back at him, not notching how his eyes seem to drag over her body in the cheer uniform she's wearing.
Stiles walks up to her , still using Scott as a crutch as he huffs, "Don't make me throw up on you, Stelly."
She slaps at him. "Get away from me, you weirdo." She pushes his forehead away and shakes her head.
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"McCall and Stilinski, grab the long sticks! You're covering goal for two-on-ones!" Coach yelled as Estella sat back on the bleachers behind her. They were having a small break which allowed Estella to eat a couple cookies while she watches Stiles and Scott pretend they knew how to play.
This time the two did pretty well defending the goal, they were good players when they actually tried. Unfortunately, they didn't try very often. But when it came to Liam's turn, he got passed them and scored. From behind Estella, Malia stands up and yells, "That was luck! Do-over!"
Coach chuckles and shakes his head, "Sweetheart, there are no do-overs— this is a practice."
"Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles!"
"I'll take that action." He nodded before waving his hand. "Hey! Get back in there, Liam!
Normally, Estella would be all for Scott using his powers for lacrosse but this time when Liam tries to get past him, he hits him so hard he falls back and breaks his leg.
"Don't move! Don't touch him!"
Estella runs up next to Liam and crouches down. "Are you okay?" She asked, feeling dumb after she asked given he broke his leg.
He nods, "I'm okay. Coach, I'm all right." Except when he tries to stand up, he screams in pain and falls back onto his back. "I think it's my leg."
Estella puts a hand on his shoulder, not noticing how his face seems to relax slightly before Stiles bends down.
"I think we better get him to the nurse."
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Melissa had come into the lobby and taken Liam into one of the rooms leaving Stiles, Scott and Estella awkwardly standing. Stiles sighs and puts a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I got to get going, I promised Malia I'd help her study. I also gotta get this little thing home." He said as she grabbed Estella's jacket and handed it to her.
Scott nodded and looked at his hands sombrely. "Sure. I want to check on him, anyway."
Stiles sighs, "Hey... I don't need to say that it wasn't your fault, right?"
"I don't know." Scott shrugged.
"Scott, if you had used any wolf power, that kid wouldn't be limping—" Stiles scoffed. "he'd be crawling back to the other half of his body!"
"If I hadn't been so worried about being captain, he wouldn't be hurt, either."
Estella shakes her head with a small chuckle. "Scott, you're still a teenage boy. You can want to be Team Captain, you can want to have something for yourself."
Scott looks at the sincerity swirling in her blue eyes and nods before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "See you later, E."
She waves before following Stiles out of the hospital. She huffs and turns to Stiles. "Stop making jokes about my height."
"I can't help it, Stelly. You're ten inches shorter than me." Stiles shrugged. "I have to make fun of your height."
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Estella rubbed her eyes as she walked up to the front door of her house. She was tired. Today was way too eventful. She started high school, she — hopefully — made the cheer team, she got a crush on a boy who then broke his leg. It was a lot.
She waved goodbye to Stiles before she noticed something on her front porch. She leaned down and grabbed the envelope. She tilted her head as she flipped it over where it had 'ESTY' written. Her breath hitched as her manicured finger traced the letters. Only one person ever called her that.
Allison.